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Crimson Queen (Mirchie)


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

Albert's hands settled on her just as she did on him, one on Mirchell's hips and the other on her still partially covered backside. As she lowered herself so that her bust pressed against his chest, her lips laying kisses across his neck and collar, he did much the same to her pointed ears and to her forehead. The force of his return motions evenly matched her own, and though her tight folds wrapping around his shaft allowed her to feed from his soul, that flow of energy was still fairly slow. Her cooed proclamation drew a soft grunt from the human warrior, and he responded with a challenge; "Yeah? Prove it~" His hand came away and then smacked sharply against her bouncing bottom, and his hips bucked up into Mirchell a good bit harder, causing her inner walls to spread farther as he also nipped lightly at her ear and jaw.

The demoness only had a few moments to meet the man's challenge, however, as a short while later he suddenly gripped her around her lower back and rolled, putting Mirchell underneath him. Strangely, he was fairly careful of her wings as he flipped her over, though he momentarily pulled his shaft out of her sex, leaving the succubus feeling momentarily empty. "Lets just get this out of the way," he grunted, tugging down her fauld and all of its associated parts, leaving Mirchell fully nude. Once it was out of the way, he grabbed her by her legs and hooked one knee over his shoulder, and the emptiness she'd felt was filled again as Albert thrust straight back into her sex. "Much better~"

Turned half sideways as Albert leaned forward, Albert began to thrust straight into her at a pace that started swift and just kept on getting swifter. He was rough to, and though he wasn't exerting himself at his max, Mirchell could feel the overwhelming presence of the powerful warrior's strength hanging over her, pressing her down into the sheets as he started to steadily pound into her pussy. The scent of their mixed pheromones, the feel of his thick shaft pounding into her, his establishment of dominance... He was no incubus, but Albert's efforts were already taking a toll on Mirchell despite her demonic nature.
 
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The taller demoness was grinning between the motions of her mouth, feeling her breathing rising in her chest, the heat of the air which rushed out of her nostrils and mouth was greater than that of a human, though not to the point of discomfort. Her long black tail flicked in agitation behind her, and her wings twitched and trembled with the succubus' need. She grinned though, rather enjoying the challenge, the power she could feel, even if it would not come to her easily, the demoness was confident in her ability to satiate herself with him. She snapped her jaw a few times, in a playful manner at his challenge, her glowing eyes peering down at him all the while, though the spank that landed upon her curvaceous rear caused the succubus to blink in surprise, and her long tail instantly shot up, and wrapped around his wrist, holding Albert's hand against her rear, a sly grin spreading upon the demoness' well-defined features.

"Pfish~ Don't deny yourself~" she cooed out in response, her soft and comfortable tail squeezing at Albert's wrist, even as he gripped at her back, and forced the larger demoness to roll over to the side. She resisted, but only as a playful gesture, and she let out a loud laugh as her muscled shoulder pressed into the bed, her arms flinging out to either side to stop her wings from being crushed beneath her back, though the removal of her pleasure brought a pouty frown to the albino's lips, her tongue flicking out invitingly, and she shook her bare hips to help Albert remove her fauld, pulling her legs together so that the belt and armour could slip free, and leave the pale-skinned demoness bare, her black and fuzzy tail relaxing slightly to give the human the opportunity to move and position as he desired. "Much better~? Mrahhh~ You know you like it more than any human woman~ Make the big bad demon submit to you, no~?" she cooed in a taunting voice, her long ears flicking slightly even as her firm leg lifted, and hooked over Albert's shoulder, inviting him to plunge back into her warm wetness, and as he did so, the demoness' head tilted back, the short ponytail of grubby white hair flopping against the bedsheets as her jaw parted wide, sharp teeth glinting and her long tongue lolling out as she moaned.

Mirchell's other leg extended out over the bedsheets, the toes curling against the sole of her foot as Albert thrust into her, the succubus' warm flower clenching tightly about him, her hungry spirit tearing at Albert's soul, barely able to contain her desire for him, and becoming increasingly dissatisfied with the slow trickle of power she was able to coax out of him, desperate to find a weakness so that she could drink her fill, even while she enjoyed the more physical sensations of their lovemaking. Her ample bosom began to bounce slightly, despite the firmness of her orbs, as she was rocked back and forth in the bed, hot, wet pants of breath escaping her fanged maw, her tail and wings flicking and flexing out across the bed, before the former lashed upwards once again, coiling around Albert's waist, though she did little more than follow his movements for now, enjoying the thick shaft spreading her wide, and deep. The fact that the hulking demoness could feel him bearing down upon her, just made her enjoy it even more, the sensation of being overpowered in a pleasing way, though she could feel the urge to turn the tables. She very much liked being on top most of the time, in all situations. It felt strange to be on the receiving end.

Her nostrils flared wide, and the grey-skinned succubus groaned out in rising pleasure, the hormonal scents that filled the air clouding her mind, her powerful muscles tensing and flexing slightly as she lifted one hand, long fingers caressing down the sides of Albert's face, as her brightly glowing eyes met his own, flashing a broad grin as the albino finally managed to pull her jaw shut. "You should consider, ahhh~, a title for yourself~ Mhm~ You're something... Mhm~ More~" Mirchell cooed out, her eyelids partially lowering, giving the demoness a sultry, inviting look, her fingers and toes curling against Albert as she started to pull on him, twisting so that she could lay herself flat on her back, even as her wings shrank away, the demoness partially shifting herself so that she could lie more comfortably. She kept her size, her horns, and her tail, only removing her wings, so that she could actually lie flat on her back without putting herself in an awkward position, quite happy to keep one leg over Albert's shoulder, the long, pale grey limb shifting to hook her calf behind his head, her knee jutting out to the side. Her left leg, still free, wrapped about the human warrior too, replacing her tail at his waist, as the long, black, spade-tipped appendage lifted up to Albert's side, gently undulating in an enticing manner, while her long ears twitched to the sounds of wet slapping as their hips met one another, the succubus' warm and tight womanhood squeezing eagerly at the thick shaft, encouraging him onwards and onwards with her hot and soft inner walls.
 
Re: Crimson Queen (Mirchie)

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

Mirchell's taunt as Albert repositioned himself drew a low laugh from the warrior, and he instantly replied; "That was just an eventuality! You were going to submit willingly and come back begging for more by the time we were done as soon as you walked through that door~" Issuing his first few thrusts in an almost experimental manner, Albert slowly but steadily picked up the pace, and the faster he went the more powerful the sensations racing up Mirchell's spine became. His motions, while initially experimental, began to take on a more practiced tone as he pistoned steadily into the demon's tight flower, striking her more sensitive places based purely on her reactions.

"A title?" he grunted between thrusts, grinning slightly more broadly, "Mmm, like what?" The man slowed slightly as she shifted position and caused her wings to recede, and then the demoness found her legs lifted high, placing both of them over Albert's shoulders. For a brief moment he simply rested inside of her, his thick shaft buried to the hilt in her sex and his balls resting against her ass. The room was filled with their mixed scent, his musk combining with hers and overpowering the light odors of sweat and blood that had dominated her senses initially. "I hope you're ready by now," he grunted softly as he gripped Mirchell by the hips, leaning forward and stretching her leg muscles, leaving her practically unable to move anything other than her tail and her arms, and a moment later he started to pull back and thrust with an as yet unseen savagery.

Likely no stranger to rough sex, Mirchell had little trouble in taking the relentless pounding without any harm, but that only kept her from getting any distractions from the steadily rising tide of pleasure that Albert was bringing her. Every time he slammed to the hilt into her he sent ripples out across her soft flesh, caused her breasts to shake and jiggle wildly, and his balls slapped roughly against her ass while his mound rubbed lightly against her clit. The human began to roll his thrusts after the first few seconds, hitting her right where it felt the best for her, and the flow if his energy into her steadily began to increase as his motions picked up in intensity and pace. He seemed to have a wealth of sexual endurance, however, as Albert's rough humping from so dominant a position only had him grunting from time to time despite how her tight flower quivered invitingly around him. The man's musk was steadily increasing as he began to sweat, his muscles tensing with effort in numerous places as he plowed into Mirchell relentlessly from a position of almost complete dominance, and it seemed almost certain that the albino demoness would be the first to reach her peak if he kept up this pace, something that he seemed quite intent on doing.
 
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Uh, whoops. Lost track of myself for a while there. *innocent whistle*

The albino demoness snickered in response, her glowing eyes alight with glee as Albert began to thrust into her, allowing the succubus to draw upon his spirit to fuel her own. A low murr escaped her lips as her slick, warm folds clamped down about him, so very much enjoying herself, and she did not even bother to resist her enjoyment, to her there was no risk, and she was so hungry. "Mhm~ Was I~? I wasn't aware. You're so delicious, I don't think I'll need to come back for days~" she purred out contentedly, her toes curling against the soles of her grey feet.

Mirchell's pale lips parted though, as Albert's thrusts became more precise, filling the demoness up with his girth, and drawing lewd, uninhibited moans of joy from her fanged maw, her muscular leg squeezing about the human's shoulders, while the free one tensed up on the bedsheets. Her wings gone though, Mirchell was quite happy to roll over onto her back, as Albert started to lift her other leg up. She playfully resisted at first, laughing at his response as she flitted her muscled leg away from his hand, and ducked beneath it. She did not delay much further than that though, unwilling to put such a dent into the time that could be spent lovemaking.

So the succubus quite happily leant back into the bedsheets, and cooed out pleasantly as she was bent backwards into the bed, her tail uncoiling from next to Albert's chest as he started to more eagerly plunge into the demoness' hot depths. "Mhm~ I was thinking something like 'demon layer' perhaps~? After all, succubi would fight one another to have a taste of you~ And it seems so much more appropriate than 'demon slayer'~" she cooed out happily, nostrils twitching to inhale the heady, erotic scent that was swiftly filling the air, even as feminine nectars leaked freely from the succubus' slick, clenching womanhood, leaving a transparent, glistening trail down over and between her toned ass cheeks.

"I was born ready~" Mirchell added though, shivering pleasantly as she felt Albert grip her hips, and start to thrust into her, pinning her legs in place, feeling the nerves deaden slightly as she lost most of the control to the grey limbs, toes curling tightly against the soles of her feet. The increasing roughness though, as Albert plunged himself metaphorically headfirst into fucking the succubus, made her glowing eyes widen, a faint trail of mist seeping out of the crimson orbs, as the steady flow of energy, and her own soaring emotions as pleasure took a hold fuelled the magic behind her eyes.

The pale demoness' horned head tilted back though, as Albert's hips smacked inbetween her own, knees tilted outwards to keep her legs spread wide and welcoming, each thrust sending a jolt of ecstatic pleasure up the succubus' spine, making her whole body shiver slightly, her breasts jiggling almost constantly from the rougher pounding she was receiving, made all the more ecstasy-inducing by the way he rolled his hips, stretching her clenching, heated folds, and pressing into the pink little button of her clitoris. Mirchell made no effort to conceal her pleasure though, her long-fingered hands clenching into fists, making the tendons in her arms show in her grey arms as she took up handfuls of bed linen.

Enjoying herself so much though, succumbing to her more base desires and emotions, Mirchell's base personality started to show through more, her features tightening up and her long black tail flicking and whipping about at Albert's side, and a darker tone of desire crept into her gleaming red eyes. "Oooh my~ Harder~ Come on, you can do better than that, can't you~? Wouldn't want to leave the big bad demon hungry now, would you~?" the albino moaned out in rising pleasure, her feet hooking over one another behind Albert's back, her ebony spade-shaped tail tip caressing up and down over the male's back. She wanted to change positions, to grab him around the neck and force the human beneath her, but she resisted that urge, enjoying herself far too much to consider breaking the flow.

Sweat was beginning to trickle down Mirchell's own body now, perspiration glistening on her pale form, her fangs and horns glinting in the low light with her maw stretched wide, perhaps to the degree of discomfort for Albert, considering the succubus' size, and how far open her maw would stretch, though the row of sharp teeth were at least hidden somewhat by the grace that Mirchell's head was tilting back, until the horn tips were digging into the bedsheets, her long ears bending against them and her grubby, off-white hair was washing out like a veil behind her head, while loud gasps and moans of breath rolled from her maw. Words seemed beyond her now, as the succubus began to roll her own hips, gyrating and undulating against Albert as he plunged deep into her clenching, hot womanhood.

Regardless of whether or not he heeded her words though, Mirchell was fast racing towards her peak, the steady influx of energy from Albert's soul, coupled with the raw physical pleasure of his manhood filling her up was too much for the half-starved demoness to even bother attempting to resist, and her legs tensed about his shoulders, squeezing the warrior firmly as she gasped loudly. The albino looked up from the bedsheets, a single drop of swear rolling down the side of her cheek as the horned demoness watched his face, for just a few moments.

Then though, those glowing crimson eyes rolled back slightly, showing more of the whites of her eyes, even as Mirchell's muscular body tensed up again, and a loud, pleasurable moan filled the air, not caring that the neighbouring rooms could likely hear her, and probably anyone beneath the window outside too for that matter. Such things were far from Mirchell's concern by now, as her slick, hot womanhood clenched down about Albert's invading manhood, even as he could feel a rush of hot feminine nectars coating his shaft, and spilling out over the succubus' bare crotch, smearing over the insides of her thighs and rolling down over her toned, clenched buttocks, leaving a glistening mess of the demoness' groin as she moaned in eager pleasure. Her spine arched upwards, pushing her ample breasts into the air, and the succubus' clenched hands pulled upwards, tugging up handfuls of the bedsheets as she did so.

Her entire body trembled as the succubus climaxed, a quick succession of gaspy moans signalling her peak, even as her folds squeezed all the harder about the thrusting member, making it somewhat difficult for Albert to continue, though the slick rush of Mirchell's juices eased that somewhat. The demoness' ravenous, fractured soul tore all the more eagerly at Albert's own as she climaxed, her rocking body independent of her spirit as she eagerly fed off of him, while the two worked together, eager to open the human's own floodgates and feel him, to drain his seed and by extension, give herself the freedom to take both her spiritual and physical fill at the same time.
 
Re: Crimson Queen (Mirchie)

Mirchell: HP = 87, PP = 44, EP = 36/47, Status = Fine

"Mhm~ Was I~? I wasn't aware. You're so delicious, I don't think I'll need to come back for days~"
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"Oh, you'll be coming back~" Albert cooed just as he gave a series of particularly powerful thrusts, "I look forward to pounding you into the sheets regularly!"

"Mhm~ I was thinking something like 'demon layer' perhaps~? After all, succubi would fight one another to have a taste of you~ And it seems so much more appropriate than 'demon slayer'~"
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Laughing outright at Mirchell's improvised title for him, Albert didn't so much as miss a step despite his mirth. "Demon layer... I like it~ I'll certainly enjoy laying you! Got any friends I oughta meet to see about... Nnnn... Solidifying the title?" It was proving difficult to tell whether the man's boasting was all in good humor or if he was being genuine at this point, and so Mirchell would have to decide as much for herself.

When Mirchell opted to taunt the man, asking him to go harder.... She got exactly what she asked for, as Albert let out a low growl and immediately started pounding into her sex with almost animalistic savagery. He held that pace right up until the demoness reached her peak beneath him, but then he simply sped up as he plowed relentlessly into her clenching folds. Mirchell felt the flow of energy increasing just as she came down from her climax, and accompanied by the steady throb of his manhood and the other signs it was a fair bet that her was about ready to cum himself, just as she'd wanted him to. Within a few seconds she felt the telltale signs with fairly absolute surety, and with the grip of his hands on her knees ever increasing in strength, and his basetto grunts steadily rising in volume with regular groans, it was likely that she was going to get her wish in short order.

It seemed that such was not Albert's intention, however. Just before the first anticipated spurt into her hungry depths would come, Albert suddenly yanked himself free of her thirsty pussy, depriving her spirit of the meal that it had so hungrily desired. Dropping her unceremoniously to the bed, he (gently) gripped her head as he moved from directly in line with her body to beside her, lifting her up and putting her face in line, his intentions fairly clear. Holding her in place, Albert let out a low groan as he stroked himself to completion, an act that took only a few seconds and caused him to let out another long, drawn out moan when he finally erupted onto her.

And what an eruption it was! The first four shots (unless at any point she opened her mouth or attempted to take his seed elsewhere) painted across her face almost from ear to ear, starting on her forehead and then moving steadily down, spraying across the bridge of her nose, her upper lip, and her chin respectively. It was about when the fourth stream landed on her and he started back upwards that the door slammed open, but other than glancing in that direction Albert didn't even stop. Simone was framed in the doorway, blond hair and white feathers heavily ruffled, but the one-eyed angel's mouth opened not in the reprimand that her expression had suggested she was about to receive and instead simply gaped as she watched the demoness get a rather thorough covering in Albert's sperm.

While she might have missed the first part of his climax, Simone got to watch from a distance what Mirchell was experiencing first hand; being covered in semen. The next stream ran up from her chin to her forehead, forcing the demoness to close one of her eyes or suffer stinging agony, and then two more sprayed up into the air, one being caught on Mirchell's chin and dropping along her collar while the last rained over both breasts, drawing a line across her chest but causing some to drop between her firm orbs and stick between her cleavage or drip down onto her taught stomach. The musky scent of his semen was heady and thick, particularly when its point of origin was so close to her nostrils, and if Mirchell opted to taste any of it she would be able to feel the human's unusual potency, almost a match for the seed of a demon that was deliberately attempting to sire a child. She had been able to feed a little on his spirit while he came despite the fact that he'd pulled out, but it hadn't been nearly as satisfying as it might have been, and she could sense that he still had plenty for her to take if she was up for round two.

"Uhhhh..... Well then," Simone began awkwardly, staring between Mirchell and the nude human that had just given her a fairly impressive facial, "I guess... Uhhh, you aren't getting into... Too much trouble. Right." Albert, in the meantime, glanced up from Mirchell at the cyclopian angel with the same smirk that Mirchell had seen on his face for most of the admittedly brief time that she'd known him. "Hello," he said casually, "Were you looking for this one?" He ruffled Mirchell's hair as if indicating her, and after a moment Simone gulped and nodded, "Ayup... I hope she hasn't, erm, caused too much.... Disturbance." He shook his head in response, "Not at all! Been as kind as kitten the entire time, scout's honor!" Simone didn't seem to know what to make of that one, and after taking one last eyefull of Mirchell's nude, cum coated form, she turned around and said; "Errrr, right. I'll just... Be going back downstairs then."
 
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Starting to come down from her happy climax, the hulking albino moaned out pleasurably still, her slick, heated folds squeezing tightly about Albert. The influx of energy, revitalising her broken spirit was as good as the sheer physical pleasure, and the succubus shivered slightly, faint trails of glowing fel mist seeped from her brightly glowing eyes, dispersing to nothingness in the air. Those bright crimson orbs turned to look at Albert, and despite the lines beneath her eyes, Mirchell looked very much eager and awake as she licked her lips, fangs glinting in the exposure. "Mhm, no demons~ Glad you like the title though~ Besides, can't be too hard to find a succubus who'd be more than happy to ride you~ Ooh~" she cooed out pleasantly, long and slender black tail trailing off of Albert's back as he started to pound the demoness more roughly into the bed, which was squeaking and creaking beneath their sex, not to mention the hardly-inconsiderable weight of the two warriors. Her tail instead began to lash back and forth, in a similar manner to how a dog's tail wags when it is happy, flopping against the bed, and coiling against Albert's side occasionally as the human enjoyed Mirchell's tight snatch.

Soon though, the albino could feel Albert surging, and the sensation's served to heighten her natural demonic urges, experience telling her what was coming, and so Mirchell leant up slightly, supporting herself upon her elbows, even as she clenched about the darker haired human with her powerful long legs. Her toes were curled tightly against the soles of her pale pink-grey feet, and out of practised instinct, the albino knew to ensure that she was safe from side-effects later down the line. Prepared, and eagerly anticipating the warrior-male's release, it was then with disappointment, bordering on frustration that Albert pulled himself out of the succubus' clenching, hot depths, the sudden feeling of emptiness, and the realisation of it making Mirchell's eyes go wide. Her jaw clenched, her nostrils flared, inhaling the musk as the human shifted up to point himself at her face. Dangerously sharp fangs flashed, as the demoness snapped her teeth in frustration, though before she could actually protest, Albert brought himself to climax.

As the first sticky rope of seed spattered over Mirchell's cheek, and into the stylised spike of white hair that shielded her ear, the demoness flinched instinctively. The musky scent was intoxicating, almost overpowering, and despite her frustration at having Albert pull out, the dangerous expression upon her features started to fade away as he milked himself over her finely-chiselled features. After the third squirt of semen, Mirchell could feel her jaw instinctively loosen, and her disproportionately long tongue snaked out, quite easily long enough to touch her own nose with.

The rough ponytail, bound in place by a strip of torn, deep red fabric, cascaded through Albert's fingers from his grip upon the demoness' head, and he found that she was increasingly malleable to his intentions, even if the cause was not entirely clear. Mirchell was trembling slightly, her long, elf-like ears twitching, swivelling, she could hear approaching footsteps, but did not care enough to pay attention to them, drunk upon Albert's scent as he emptied himself over her face. Splashed of sticky white seed landed between Mirchell's open, luscious lips, dripping from her fangs, and being lapped up by her long tongue, as the albino started to drink from him. Perhaps not as great a meal as if he had remained inside her, but the heady aroma, and the more literal meaning of consumption made up for it in part.

Simone's entrance went far from unnoticed though. Her long, well-shaped ears twitched, the loud banging of the door drawing their attention instantly as both long appendages tilted towards Simone, arcing over her head slightly in the process, and the glowing eyes turned to follow them, a surprised expression crossing Mirchell's features, and her jaw snapped shut, sealing off her maw. There was not a sign of embarrassment though, too intoxicated on the scent of Albert's seed for such things, merely an air of vague annoyance, diminished by the fact that most of her face and collar was painted in semen. Even that was broken though, as the succubus was forced to close her eye, and turn back to Albert as he started to smear her forehead and hairline, along with those bone-white horns. She made no sound though, it was hard to speak with a mouthful of cum after all, so the first order was for her to swallow, the bulge in the muscular demoness' throat visible as she drank down that fraction of her partner's considerable climax.

By that point, Albert had finally finished painting her face, and Mirchell licked her lips briefly, before reaching up, drawing one long finger across her eye to wipe the human's seed from it. Opening the eye once again, the albino turned her gaze thoughtfully towards Simone, the expression of vague annoyance once again surfacing beneath the glaze of seed which covered her features. Holding the angel's gaze, Mirchell brought that finger to her mouth, and wrapped her lips about it to clean the digit off, the expression sultry, and inviting despite the obvious annoyance. That expression deepened though, as Albert ruffled her hair, and perhaps it was not intended so, but the succubus interpreted it into being a rather demeaning, patronising gesture, and her long ears twitched in response, even as she drew her finger from her lips, and started to sit up.

Mirchell's ebony tail reached out, and coiled around Albert's left leg, starting to tug him backwards even as her more muscular left arm stretched up to push the male away enough for her to sit upright. "I can speak for myself, Albert Terenais. Hello, Simone. Don't feel as if you have to wait outside, it's not like either of us has done any wrong, no?" she asked in a perfectly pleasant and conversational tone of voice, even as a long thread of sticky semen stretched down from the base of one of her horns, dangling down in front of Mirchell's face, before her long tongue reached out to drag it in to her lips. Her nostrils flared, and the albino was finding it rather hard to keep a straight face, and not pounce back onto Albert, struggling against her own heightened sense of smell. The potency was clear to see, smell and taste, and despite her own wishes, the succubus could well feel her own natural and instinctive desire to breed rising up in her chest.

Albert's derisive speech though was wearing on the succubus, and she tutted slightly, her long tail clenching around his calf, threatening to cut the blood flow if she continued. "I am not a kitten, and the honour of a scout is of little consequence." she snapped, oblivious to the true meaning of his terminology, and turning back to look into the human's face, even as her resistance momentarily failed, and her long tongue snaked out once again to rake another mouthful of seed in.
 
Re: Crimson Queen (Mirchie)

Mirchell: HP = 87, PP = 44, EP = 36/47, Status = Fine

Perhaps unsurprisingly given the other woman's race, Simone proved fairly immune to Mirchell's lewd display of cleaning Albert's seed from her eye and then cleaning the cum-coated digit she'd used to do so using her mouth. Albert sat back when she tried to push him aside, getting out of her way and allowing the cum-painted demoness to sit up so as to address her celestial counterpart more effectively. Simone, for her part, was staring at them while clearly trying not to do so, and the demon's greeting and the words that followed drew a nervous chuckle from the angel, who quickly replied; "Errr... Wrong? No.... I guess not, but... Uhhh.... I think I'll just go ahead and see myself out anyway. I'd rather not be around for round two!" A glance at Albert would reveal that he'd never even gone soft, his erection remaining quite firm even as the last dregs of his first release beaded at the tip, and he chuckled at the awkwardness with which the angel took Mirchell's words. "Awww, why not?" he asked teasingly, "I've got plenty left over, and I'm sure Michelle here wouldn't mind sharing!" That only caused Simone to blush brighter, but she held back from responding to the human's goading.

He tossed a glance Mirchell's way when her tail squeezed around his thigh, quirking an eyebrow for a moment, and after an awkward chuckle from Simone, the angel simply said; "Uhhh... I guess I'll see you in the morning, maybe." With that, she turned and left, gently shutting the door behind her and heading down the stairs, leaving Mirchell alone with Albert once more. "Her loss," he said jovially, shrugging, and then he glanced at Mirchell's cum soaked form and grinned broadly, "But your gain! Think you're ready for round 2 yet?" With the heady scent of his potent seed still clogging her nostrils as ropes of it clung to her face, Mirchell's body was answering with a resounding "yes," but the actual choice was hers.

If she did display any readiness, and if she didn't take the initiative to do as a part of her was wishing and push the human back down onto his back in order to ride him to her hearts content, Albert would promptly say; "On your knees and ass in the air with you then! It's time for the naughty demon to receive her punishment!" His joking statement aside, if Mirchell actually complied with his wishes, she would feel him take up a position behind her, likely just as she'd expected, and start to rub the tip of his manhood over her petals. He didn't sustain the teasing motions long, however, before he slid back into her depths with a low sigh, stretching them nicely and rubbing against her sweet spots even more effectively here than he had before. The first few thrusts would follow immediately, his motions once more experimental but also rapidly gaining in pace, and while he did so his hands would settle onto the demon's rear, where they would squeeze and knead at the soft flesh of her bottom even as his thrusts started sending ripples across it once again.

"Mmmm, pliant, but firm! I like it!" he grunted, and then gave her ass a solid smack that would briefly leave a red hand-print upon her buttocks. That motion was immediately followed by a sudden marked increase in the speed and power of his thrusts, and just as before he zeroed in on her most sensitive spots quite quickly via taking note of her reactions as he pounded away at her. Every thrust was sending shivers of pleasure rushing up the demon's spine all too soon, and was joined by the sensation of his energy steadily flowing into her spirit once again, restoring her strength even as he worked to send her into a state of pure ecstasy. Albert himself was groaning and panting heavily as he rutted into her, the scent of his musky sweat mixing with the numerous other smells brought on by their wild coupling filling the room, but didn't seem to be nearing his second climax even as quickly as the first, despite the change in positions and the faster pace at which he could pound into her from this angle.

Of course, Albert's reactions might have been very different depending on Mirchell's chosen course of action, though if she gave him half a chance at it, the warrior would take any opportunity to grope her rear while they got back to coupling. He wouldn't force her into going again, however, and if she didn't want to then he would simply accept as much.
 
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Simone's response, the desire that Mirchell swore she could see in the angels eye, and the stoic refusal nonetheless, drew the succubus' mirth forth in a short, derisive snort, and she shook her head, another rope of sticky seed starting to droop down from her horn and shaking with the motions of her head. She would lie to be surprised at it, but it had been worth the offer nonetheless, a chance to savour the celestial's soul would be worth it until it worked. Her glowing, crimson eyes blinked briefly as she noticed where Simone's attention turned, and the demoness glanced backwards, her lips pursing together into a sly grin as she eyed up the stiff pole of Albert's manhood.

After a few seconds of enjoying that view though, Mirchell looked back to Simone as she announced that she would leave, and much like Albert, she simply shrugged, reaching up to wipe a mouthful of seed from her cheek, starting to clean herself up even as she spoke. "I'll presume to find you near here then, Simone. Don't wander off too far~" she cooed in a mocking tone, grinning still, even as her smouldering eyes flicked to the closing door. Her long tongue flicked out from between her teeth, dragging the sticky mess off of her long fingers, and into her maw, even as Albert demanded that she get onto her knees.

This at least, drew a proper laugh from the albino, who threw her head back to guffaw in response, and then adopted a mock-angry expression as she looked back down to the human, one knee in the air and the other laid down onto the sheets, supporting herself upon her right arm and tail flicking out behind her back. "Mhm~? Well, since you ask so nicely, but in exchange you can not pull out this time, Albert Terenais~ You wouldn't want to leave a girl hungry now, would you?" she cooed out pleasantly, her features relaxing into a more appealing expression.

Regardless of his response though, Mirchell smirked slightly as she lowered her knee, and then, her face mostly cleaned off bar a glaze that still clung to her demonic features, and a few ropes of semen which had soaked into her hair and coated the bases of her horns. The succubus turned though, getting herself up onto both knees, though she kept her legs pressed together for the moment, simply pushing her ample, firm rump up into the air, long tail wagging slightly against the backs of her legs as she presented herself up to Albert. "I should really go and see to the angel, I suppose I in a way owe it to her... But~ I'm sure she can wait a bit longer, mhm? Her own fault for not wanting to join us~" she mused to herself, looking back over her muscled shoulders, which were kept low and close to the bed to let her hips stay nice and high.

After that though, it seemed that Mirchell realised that keeping her legs together made things rather awkward, and an expression of surprise briefly crossed her features as she felt the human starting to dig in between her legs. She let out a low giggle, and gently let her knees slide out over the bedsheets, opening her slick, soaked flower up to present herself more than willingly for the human to get into position. While in other situations, this might have been a position she would not want to accept, her hunger, the scent of seed still heavy in her sensitive nostrils, and the potency she could taste simply from swallowing him was enough to make the demoness quite happy with this, her long, soft black tail lifting up and shifting to the side in a gesture of submission.

That at least, Albert seemed more than happy to pounce upon, and as his stiff manhood began to rub against her flower, a shiver ran up Mirchell's spine, and it did not take long at all for her ebony tail to push backwards, and wrap around Albert's waist, long enough to form a complete circle, even without him pushed into her. "I'm going to have you inside me, Albert Terenais~ You've had your fun elsewhere~" she cooed out, even as her crimson eyes narrowed, and a soft coo of pleasure escaped the albino's lips as the stiff tip of his manhood spread her netherlips. Feminine nectars were smeared all about the demoness' crotch, and her inner thighs by now, so she was plenty wet and slippery enough as the darker-haired human pressed his manhood back into her warm, welcoming folds.

The very sensation of being spread apart again caused the albino's sensitive folds to tingle, and she let out a low, happy "Mrhh~" of pleasure in response, pressing her hips back against the human's own, happily letting him fill her up to the brim, her crimson eyes narrowing and her long fingers curling into the bedsheets in response, even as her long ebony tail squeezed slightly around his waist.

Mirchell's pleasurable reverie though, was broken as the slap landed down upon her ample buttocks, causing her powerful body to tense up briefly, and her long ears perked up to full attention as she tilted her head back to look at the male, pursing her lips together and momentarily hiding her fangs, before a grin spread across the demoness' lips as he started to fuck her once more. The rougher motions soon had the bed creaking again, as the albino's knees spread out in the bedsheets, to lower her hips to a more comfortable height for Albert, knowing well enough that her increased height might make it a bit awkward otherwise, and soon enough, with that thick length ramming into her slick womanhood, the succubus was moaning in pleasure once more.

Looking back over her shoulder, feeling her entire body tingling with a mixture of pleasure and strength, Mirchell's brightly-glowing eyes narrowed to mere slits, so that she could let her other senses take more control, namely hearing and smell, though the little bit of red light which illuminated the demoness' glistening, cum-stained cheeks let on that she was still watching Albert as he rutted so eagerly into her clenching womanhood. The albino's nostrils flared though, and her long ears twitched slightly as they tilted backwards, all the better to enjoy as much of the sensation as she could. The musk alone was enough to keep Mirchell plentifully wet, and given time and freedom, it would quite likely be enough for her to get off on her own. The fact that the emitter of that delectable scent was even now plunging himself into her made it all the better, and Mirchell was quite happy to let it be known, her lips pulling back, revealing the rows of sharp teeth as she moaned out, her long tongue flicking out of her maw briefly.

Her tail, despite her earlier claims at least, seemed to be fairly relaxed, merely slung loosely about Albert's waist as he occupied himself with their mutual satisfaction, and it would be if he tried to remove it that the long ebony appendage would move, proving unwilling to let go of the human's waist. That said though, as Albert's thick manhood spread the demoness wide, and pleasured every inch of her slick, hot, and clenching inner walls, Mirchell was more than happy to start bucking back with the rhythm, moaning happily as her own ample hips smacked back up against the human's own.

Likewise though, the albino demoness was restraining herself more for the second round, focusing more on the sensation than the simple act. Her ravenous soul was at least, no longer near starvation, and now the succubus could simply enjoy herself instead of simply trying to coax as much energy out of the male as she could. Despite that though, the tensing of Mirchell's muscles could be seen through her skin, the definition shifting as her arms and legs clenched, and her spine arches, pushing her ample bosom down into the bedsheets and pressing her hips backwards into Albert's own as they rocked on the bed. Her breathing became heavier, soft, wet pants escaping out over the bedsheets as the demoness' long ears started to droop slightly, her heat rising, to the point of being noticeable as Albert plunged her depths. It was not uncomfortable, but the succubus' wet, squeezing walls were getting hotter, even as fresh nectars started to drool down her passage, keeping the male's shaft nice and lubed up, so that he would not be inhibited in their increasing rough sex.
 
Re: Crimson Queen (Mirchie)

Mirchell: HP = 87, PP = 44, EP = 47, Status = Fine

"You want it inside huh?" Alberit replied when Mirchell issued her price, "That's fine by me now, I just wanted to last at least through round two!" When she express concern about Simone, he replied; "Heh, wouldn't that be a fantasy come true? I'm sure she'll be fine! How much trouble could she really get into?" Albert made no complaint about the presence of her tail around his waist, and he never made any attempt to pull out, making its presence entirely accessory.

The human was panting lustfully right along with her in short order, and with one hand on her hip and the other holding onto her plentiful rear, he steadily hammered into her pussy. Setting a steady but aggressive pace, every thrust that he made sent a ripple across her bottom and a wave of sensation into her sex as he stretched it out. His balls slapped against her clit with every thrust as well, already churning and preparing another load of his seed. The more she bucked back into his thrusts, the harder he made his own motions, and eventually they reached a point that it simply wasn't possible to go any harder.

By then Albert was pounding into her so furiously that her entire body was shaking with every thrust, and he was gripping her so tightly on the waist that it almost hurt. The hand he'd left on her rear reared back suddenly and came back down sharply, imprinting an image of his hand in red on Mirchell's upraised bottom, and then he slowed his thrusts just a tiny bit and started rolling his hips, redoubling the pleasure she was receiving. As furious as their pace was, and as much energy as Mirchell was draining from her partner, it was she who reached her peek first in their second round.

Mirchell felt the knot of pleasure that had built inside of her burst suddenly and violently, causing her body to become racked by wild spasms as waves of pleasure rolled up the demon's spine. Albert wasn't far behind her, however, as midway through her orgasm she heard the man groan, and he bottomed out into her sex and started grinding against her inside just before the first rush of his hot sperm erupted into her. Every shot pumped loads of his baby batter right onto her cervix, and Albert's second release was no less voluminous than his first as he delivered every drop into her sex.
 
Re: Crimson Queen (Mirchie)

Mirchell's pale lips curled upwards as Albert spoke, and her long, tapered ears twitched slightly. The long appendages tilted backwards slightly, perking up to make sure not a little sound escaped her audio grasp. Every huff of breath, creak of the bed, rustle of the sheets, and then the lewd, wet sound, as the tip of the human's shaft pressed against her folds. The demoness' own slick, transparent nectars trickled down the insides of her thighs, leaving a messy streak in their passage, even as Albert's first load continued to drip and dribble over the albino's features, and onto the bed beneath her.

The first thrust made Mirchell's muscles clench briefly, her sensitive folds giving a brief trembling sensation as they squeezed about the most welcome invader. Her tail slid slightly in it's grip of the human's waist, digging in for a brief moment, before relaxing once more, and the spade-shaped tip grazed almost tenderly over his thigh as the darker-haired male took full advantage of the willing, and hungry succubus. She rocked forwards slightly, the bed creaking under the not-inconsiderable weight of both warriors combined, but that was hardly a point the demoness, or her partner, were likely to concentrate on any time soon. The albino's ears flicked, and her jaw clenched, just briefly, before a low, husky moan rumbled out from her throat, even as sticky trails ran over her lips, and her long tongue flicked out to catch the falling strands of sticky seed, before withdrawing once again between her lush lips.

As such, it was not long before the pair were in the frenzy of mating, the succubus' firm, but curvy buttocks jiggling slightly, while her breasts bounced beneath her chest. The muscles in her long, athletic legs could well be seen to be tightening up, and the albino's toes curled against the soles of her feet. Her back flexed slightly, and her shoulder muscles stretched, the blades of bone protruding up against her skin briefly, once again accompanied by a low and needy groan of pleasure. The sensations washed over her mind, that of power washing in to nourish her damaged soul, intermingling with the raw physical sensation created a powerful concoction that more or less had the albino hooked. Mirchell began to undulate, her entire body rocking long, smooth motions, starting at her powerful shoulders, and ending with her hips bucking upwards and backwards, her heated, eager womanhood clenching about the source of her pleasure.

Hot, wet pants of breath were rolling out into the clenched-up bedsheets, as Mirchell leant forwards now, letting her ample bosom press into the sheets, more than happy to present herself to the hot rod of pleasure driving her pace up and up. Even the lines which held place beneath her glowing eyes began to shallow out a bit, and the upturn her eyebrows took made the succubus' stern countenance look much more playful, even happy with the carnal moment. She could feel her body tightening up once more, the warm knot that shifted with each thrust that split her labia wide, tightening up as Albert drove deeper and deeper in the demoness' slick folds.

Mirchell could not take it for very long, not that she made any attempt to fight back against the rising pleasure, so it was not long at all before her broad hips were pressing happily back up against Albert's own. The joyous pleasure was mounting, and mounting, until finally, the pale demoness allowed herself to unwind, holding back her desires for only the minimum amount of time to be considered 'decent'. The knot in her belly unravelled, sending a small jolt along the albino's spine, and causing her to arch backwards. Mirchell's shoulders tensed, the musculature easily visible even with the rough, shaggy ponytail which cascaded over her bare, grey-tinged skin.

The easiest changes for Albert to notice though, were sound and his immediate feeling. Her muscles tensed beneath his fingers, even as her slick, hot folds began to clench all the tighter, milking at the male so eagerly as the demoness came to her second climax. She rocked back almost spasmically, her pale lips splitting backwards, exposing those sharp fangs, though luckily mostly to the pillow, and her long, tapered ears twitched, before drooping down slightly towards her head. The demoness' eyes narrowed to slits once more, as a higher-pitched, more desperate-sounding moan of pleasure rolled from her throat.

Albert was close too, and the demoness could feel it, how he swelled within her clenching, dripping womanhood, slick nectars starting to spread across the male's own crotch even as her legs were stained. The fact that her own clenching, heated, and very loud climax was driving him on, or so she liked to think, made it all the more pleasurable, and her long, ebon tail clenched slightly about Albert's waist, as if to remind him of his promise. She was not disappointed though, and as the warrior began to erupt once more, and hot, sticky seed began to paint her walls white, Mirchell let out yet another moan, high enough pitched that it was almost a squeal, in such contrast to her hulking, muscled frame. Trapped inside by how Albert pressed himself against her, the taller succubus was by no means ready to reject such an offer, and she quivered and moaned in utter joy, even as that throbbing manhood began to properly fill her up.

Before long, Mirchell's womanhood was full, her cervix protecting her against deeper penetration, and so there was only one way for the hot waves of sticky spunk to go, and that was back out. With the wet, sticky sound of juices mixing, white beaded at the demoness' entrance, and began to trickle down her legs, as Albert's seed overflowed from her clenching, heated entrance, even as the silky-soft walls continued to so eagerly grasp about him.

By the time they had both finished, Mirchell was panting for breath, hot wafts of air escaping her parted lips as she looked back over her shoulder, fingers and toes curled tightly into hunks of bedsheet, even as the lewd mixture of her own nectars and Albert's seed trickled down the succubus' legs. "Mhm~" the albino began, after taking a long, deep breath to steady herself, her whiplash tail beginning to gently undulate, again showing what seemed to be affection in the demoness' movements as the spade-shaped tip stroked along his thigh. She could feel him, his energy, brought out in the male's climax, deep into her own body. She could feel the spiritual power repairing the fractures in her own soul, and the sensation made Mirchell shiver once more in pleasure.

Slowly, Mirchell began to lie down, her long ears twitching slightly as her breasts pressed into the bedsheets, while her hips began to gently rock, slowly grinding against Albert's own, as the warm, affectionate glow of aftersex began to sink into her satiated mind. Equally slowly, her ebony tail began to loosen more and more, unwinding from Albert's waist, and freeing him to pull out if he wished. "I don't think I've ever had a more... Fitting, human to my tastes~" the albino added with a soft chortle, her glowing, bright crimson eyes wandering idly over the darker-haired male's chest, even as one long-fingered hand reached back, to place itself upon the pink mark that the earlier spanking had left her with, enjoying the warmth as her demonic blood rushed to the impact point. "That said though... As much as I would love to stay... I could do with some sleep~ But I feel that... Well, some time tonight at least... I should deal with the angel~" she cooed out, the succubus' voice so much more gentle and lilting as she enjoyed the heated glow that nestled in her chest.
 
Re: Crimson Queen (Mirchie)

Mirchell: HP = 87, PP = 44, EP = 47, Status = Fine

Albert pressed himself deep into Mirchell even after the last strings of his potent seed had been pumped into her, his hands gripping her hips tightly and holding the demoness in place, keeping his still-hard manhood buried in her depths throughout their mutual afterglow. "Ahhhh... Aheh.... Fuck.... Haven't cum that hard in.... Ever!" he grunted jubilantly, smoothing his hands along her side. He let out a surprised groan and twitched slightly when she began to rock her hips back and forth, and she felt a few small spurts join the already plentiful load that was sloshing around inside of her alongside another tiny bit of the warrior's essence, of which he had a surprisingly respectable amount remaining. He kept himself buried inside of her even after being released from the grip of her tail, and began to shift his hips in time with her slight motions, as if preparing to go again.

When she reached back to touch the spot where he'd spanked her and found the hand-print that the light blow had left, Albert smirked and released the opposite hip to plant a similar playful strike against the other cheek. "Mmm! I could stare at that all night! And then some!" he said, but then let out a low laugh at the statement that followed. "And here I was warming up for round three! Heh, that's alright though. If you wanna go deal with your winged buddy, go right ahead. My room's open for the night if you wanna come back, be that for a third helping or just to take a nap!" he said, but despite his words Albert didn't actually pull out immediately, remaining inside of her and seemingly just enjoying the feel of her folds gripping at his manhood for a few moments before slowly sliding out of her, allowing a small torrent of their mixed fluids to rain down onto the bed.
 
Re: Crimson Queen (Mirchie)

Mirchell's glowing eyes rolled back in her skull once more, a low moan filling the bedroom as the large demoness enjoyed herself, the lines that surrounded her eyes making her appear almost sleepy, and perhaps she might have even been cute, were it not for the vicious demonic features that marred it, and the sticky semen which still clung to the succubus' face, having not bothered to remove the majority of it. Her chest heaved, ample bosom pressing down against the sheets as the demoness began to calm down. She could feel it, the warmth of the human inside her, but more importantly... The essence of his soul as it poured into her own, filling the gaps left from her earlier combat, giving the demoness new life and energy. Rather than be exhausted by the sex, it re-energised her. The haze that had settled onto the albino's mind lifting as her spiritual energy returned, and in the process, the hungry glow of her burning eyes began to fade to a more subtle level, her pupils becoming more easily visible as the iris' settled down.

Slowly though, the realisation that she could not ride the human forever dawned on her mind. Eventually she would get physically tired, and the revitalisation of her soul would not let her continue forever. And the longer she rode the male, the more drained he would be, both physically and spiritually. It would be a pity to cripple such a good battery, after all. "Mhm... And I doubt you will again until I need a good meal, Albert Terenais~" the succubus murmured, her glowing eyes narrowing to mere slits, and her long, tapered ears twitched slightly, tilting backwards to listen all the better to the male, and the sounds of their aftersex filling the air. It made her shiver, and indeed, she so very much wanted more, but to indulge beyond what was necessary...? The thought lingered in Mirchell's mind for a good long while, but eventually, she let a soft huff of breath roll out of her lips, and she slowly let her tail fall down to the side, spade-shaped tip tracing along the musculature of the darker-haired human's thigh.

Long, pale fingers caressed the pink spank-mark on her taut, toned rear, enjoying the warmth that rose from her flesh, the closeness of the male behind it, and then as the second smack left another mark on her ass, Mirchell tilted upwards slightly, a brief look of surprise crossing her features. She looked backwards, her naturally-noble-looking features, if smeared and marred by corruption and sex peering into Albert's own, before her lips pursed together into a thin line, and the edges curled upwards into a smirk.

Much like the male though, Mirchell was rather unwilling to part too quickly, enjoying the glow of climax a little longer. A few seconds, a few minutes, she did not bother to count, simply cooing in content pleasure as finally, Albert started to pull back, and the demoness did the opposite, shifting herself forwards. Sticky white seed dribbled from the succubus' womanhood, staining her labia white, even as the thick, warm mess began to make it's way down her toned and muscled thighs. Eventually, they had disengaged from one another, and Mirchell turned about, settling her heated rump into the bedsheets, though she kept herself spread, enjoying the cool air between her legs. One bare foot edged off of the end of the bed, while the knee of her other leg rose into the air. Mirchell leant forwards, wrapping one arm about her leg to hold herself upright, while in her slouched position, she could maintain eye contact with Albert from the same level as the shorter human. "I may well take you up on such an offer, Albert Terenais... But first things first... I must deal with the angel, as much as it pains me to tear myself away~" she cooed, her voice surprisingly soft for such a large creature, and even as she did so, those long ears twitched in amusement, the tips drooping downwards, before flicking back upright.

Sighing then, the demoness turned at last, exposing her back to Albert, and she stood up from the bed. "I don't suppose you have kept something for me to clean myself on, Albert Terenais? You humans would consider it rather appropriate for me to go downstairs like..." she mused thoughtfully, trailing off as she looked back at the human, and gestured up towards her own face, idly trailing one long finger over the mess on her cheek. Without really thinking about it, the demoness brought the finger to her lips, and even as she flexed her toes against the ground, cleaned off the finger. A low chuckle rolled past her lips, even as Mirchell stepped about towards the pile of her discarded armour. Then, with a slight grimace, she began to change. Once more, the succubus donned her human disguise, shrinking down a good half-foot in height, her horns and tail slowly sinking away into nothingness. The mess on her remained though, sticky white seed dribbling down the shrunken demoness' legs, leaking over her face. She turned back around to Albert, and indeed, without her armour on in this form, the succubus looked far prettier than in her demonic form, the lines about her eyes barely noticeable, her demonic features shrunken away to nothingness. Perhaps after a good session of washing, she might even be considered beautiful.

Regardless of whether Albert would offer to help clean the demoness up or not, the albino swiftly started to get her clothes back together, such as they were. First, her fauld, the last piece to be discarded in the first place, and whether or not she had the chance to clean her legs and crotch, the succubus pulled the leather on, she could always wash later. Buckling the belt tightly about her slimmer human waist, Mirchell grimaced, she always felt a little strange wearing her gear in the smaller form, the panels of leather fell down past her knees like this. Parking her warm, sensitive rear back onto the bed, the sabatons came next, to cover Mirchell's bare feet, she did not wear socks or similar, counting on the fur lining of her gear to keep her protected from the metal. Next, her breastplate, the pauldrons, and finally the vambraces to complete the demoness' body up, at least to some degree. Her breastplate looked particularly strange, with the twin gaps at the back designed to let her wings come through, and the snapped strap that the hunters had broken earlier. Over her back though, Mirchell's greatsword went, partially covering the failings of her armour.

Her face though, Mirchell would insist on cleaning, even if it meant she had to lick herself clean, she did not particularly enjoy the concept of walking downstairs into the bar of oogling humans, and the cylclopian angel whom hopefully was still there.
 
Re: Crimson Queen (Mirchie)

Mirchell: HP = 87, PP = 44, EP = 47, Status = Fine

"Sorry, I've got nothing to help with that unless you want to piss off the tavernmaid and clean yourself off on the bedsheets!" Albert replied with tired joviality when she requested something to clean up with. The human seemed to care little for his own cleanliness following their coupling, as he laid back without making any effort to clean the mixture of Mirchell's love honey and his own semen off of himself. Looking at her with a bemused expression as she gestured towards her still filthy face, he supplied; "Looking freshly fucked and with a face covered in cum? No, that wouldn't be considered presentable in human culture..." Chuckling lightly after trailing off, he nonetheless watched her lick the strand of semen she'd gathered on her finger off with lustful eyes, and he kept his gaze centered on her while she rose and started returning to a presentable state. The human made no further comment as she returned to her uncomfortable human form and started dressing herself, simply lying back on his bed amidst the smells and leftovers they'd left on the now messy bedding, his head wresting on his arms.

When she turned back to him in human guise, it was difficult to tell whether the human agreed with the normal assessment of the demoness in her human form, as he watched her with more or less the same lewd intentions as he had before. He continued to do much the same while she dressed herself, his manhood still firm throughout and raised like some sort of lewd flag. Given that he had nothing with which to help her clean up on hand, Mirchell was left to clean hers face up using her tongue, a task that Albert seemed to take great pleasure in watching. His seed had only just begun to dry, which made licking up the numerous strands of potent goo a little bit easier than it might have been if it were still fresh or fully dried, though the almost jelly-like consistency of his release meant that it wasn't particularly difficult to scoop the stuff up in the first place. The man who'd made the mess of her face proved at least slightly helpful in cleaning it up, as when she thought that she was about finished he started pointing out spots that she'd missed.

Once she'd licked and gathered up every drop and swallowed it all, the musky scent and potent taste no less intoxicating now than it had been in the heat of their coupling, Albert gave her clothed bottom another light pat and said; "You know where to find me in case you want seconds! Don't worry about waking me if I'm asleep either." After saying whatever parting words she liked, Mirchell was free to head downstairs to the bar, where she would find the place much emptier than it had been before and conspicuously lacking in angels. The bartender, who was now free enough to do nothing more than stand behind the counter and polish a glass, seemed surprised to see her but then largely paid her little heed as he returned to watching the rowdy bunch of men who were now the only occupants of the common room near the bar. Other than the dozen or so men by the bar, there were a pair of cloaked figures sitting in a booth in the corner, their sex and race unknown and mostly full mugs of ale sitting beside them as they held what looked like a hushed conversation, and a blond elven woman in light leather armor sitting by herself at a table with a bottle and a shotglass as her only company.
 
Re: Crimson Queen (Mirchie)

Getting on the wrong side of a tavern 'maid' was not exactly something Mirchell considered worthy of her attention, and so while the demoness did sit down, and spend a while cleaning her face by herself, much apparently to Albert's amusement and arousal, the she-demon only did such for the 'worst' of that which smeared her features. The rest, at least partly because of spite, Mirchell used the bed for, tugging up a handful of the sheets to clean herself off on. By the time she was done though, the disguised demoness looked just about presentable, at the very least. Her hair was a good colour to hide what mess had been left in the strands, at the very least, and she had gotten most of it off of her face and neck.

Despite it though, the succubus could still feel the warmth between her legs. And that was something that she had no intention of changing. Having fed off of the human for two climaxes, savouring the taste and strength of his soul, she was well satiated, and very happy with it too. A worthy partner, all things considered, especially by human standards. And so it was almost with regret that the succubus turned to leave, rolling her shoulders briefly. "We shall see what the angel wants, Albert Terenais, mhm." she murmured, even as she reached the doors, her crimson eyes glowing slightly from the infusion of strength, but she could keep it mostly under control.

Re-energised though, Mirchell's senses were more acute, and as such, when she stepped out into the stairwell to make her way down, the stench of sweat and cheap beer struck her like a hammer, almost forcing the demoness to wretch, but she would not deprive herself like that. Instead, she scowled deeply, narrowing her nostrils, even to the point of modifying her shapeshift slightly to keep them narrow, and reduce the awful stench of the place, especially potent after spending a while almost bathing in Albert's seed. She could still smell him, of course, the scent still clung to Mirchell most powerfully, but it was starting to wane. Likely, most people would not be able to detect it unless they were very close, but to the succubus' sensitive nose, not to mention her proximity being about as close one could get to the source...

And so Mirchell found her attention wandering briefly, even as she thumped downstairs, her greatsword tapping against her back as she did so, right up until the point where she found herself in the bar proper. A scowl immediately crossed the albino's features as she snapped herself out of her reverie, and the expression of frustration only deepened as she cast her gaze about, and noticed that Simone had left. The demoness' lips peeled back briefly, exposing her teeth, but then, she stopped. Her eyes closed, and Mirchell took a deep breath through her mouth.

When she relaxed again, and stepped forwards, the she-demon adopted a much calmer expression, surveying the various groups and individuals in the bar. The elf in particular, sitting all by her lonesome, caught the succubus' attention. They made much more appetising targets than humans for certain, even compared to such fine specimens as Albert. A pity this one looked to be female, though it was only a minor deterrent to the succubus. Regardless though, she needed to find the angel, listen to whatever she wished to rant about this time, and then sort things out. She could still feel the wine in her bloodstream, though a mere two glasses did little to a creature so large when undisguised.

Instead, Mirchell stepped up to the bar, reaching down to adjust her oversized fauld as she did so, tugging it up her slightly shrunken hips a bit. "Good evening, once again. Your name was..." the demoness began, before trailing off, a confused expression crossing her face, before realisation suddenly ticked. "Ah yes! 'Arthur'. That was what Albert Terenais called you. Now then... The angel. She came through here... But left once more. Would you be so kind as to direct me to her?" she asked, putting on a fairly pleasant tone to it all, even as her head tilted slightly to the side, cocking at barkeep inquisitively, and her off-white eyebrows arched upwards too, making the faintly glowing red orbs widen up.
 
Re: Crimson Queen (Mirchie)

Mirchell: HP = 87, PP = 44, EP = 47, Status = Fine

"That's me," the barkeep replied smoothly, his eyebrow quirked inquisitively. "Blond lady? Eyepatch? She stormed upstairs after I told her where you'd gone. Bought a room key first though, and she hasn't come down since. She's in room 203. If she's not with you, that's the only place I can point you to."

Before Mirchell could follow the man's instructions, however, she felt a hand roughly grab her by the ass, a hand attached to a large slightly portly man with a bushy black mustache and short, partially receding black hair. "Where d'ya think yer goin sweetheart?" the offending man slurred, his breath thick with the stench of alcohol. "You've got a nice ass lady," he added, swaying drunkenly as his eyes half closed, the offending hand still firmly attached to her bottom which it was groping at insistently. "I don't think you oughta go anywhere! You oughta stay here!"

His associates, also all fairly drunk, had mixed reactions to the large man's actions. Some nodded or made agreeable noises after taking a look at Mirchell, but others scowled or mumbled irritably, and one even slapped a palm against his face and looked away disapprovingly. He'd been with the group of about a dozen or so who'd been there since before she'd arrived with Albert, the last large group left in the tavern. How the disguised demoness opted to react to the rude drunk was left entirely up to her, though every eye in the bar was now on the scene that'd been created around her.
 
Re: Crimson Queen (Mirchie)

As Arthur explained the angel's location to her, Mirchell's head tilted slightly to one side. These human ears felt strange to her, so short and stubby, they could not move at all very well. Her hearing wasn't quite as sharp either, her 'natural' long and pointed ears did a much better job at capturing the sound. Still though, she could hear more than well enough to listen in to the barkeep as he explained Simone's location, and as he did so, the albino nodded along, keeping her expression fairly neutral in regards to it. "My thanks, 'Arthur'. Your assistance is duly appreciated." she said, bowing her head briefly as a gesture of thanks.

Then, the demoness began to turn, her oversized pauldrons grating against the sides of her breastplate as she did so, and as a result, she was taken quite by surprise as the reinforced leather of her fauld was brushed aside for the rough human hand to grope at her round rear. Her nerves twitched, and the she-demon straightened up instantly to attention, her crimson eyes going wide, and her jaw dropped slightly. After that brief second of delay though, Mirchell was twisting, her nostrils flaring as the demoness turned on her would-be-seducer. Perhaps he was too drunk to notice, but the rising anger that the motion brought along caused the albino's crimson eyes to burn a little brighter, the glow casting starker shadows across her angular features.

As she turned, the demoness' left hand came up, her vambrace flashing briefly as it crossed the lanternlight. Without a moment's hesitation, Mirchell's fingers lashed up, and her hand reached for the drunken human's throat. Re-energised from feeding on Albert, and angered by the human whelp's insolence, Mirchell's features contorted. Her lips peeled back, flashing the sharp canines within her maw. She bore down on the drunken human, her face pressing forwards, while the demoness hissed out in a low tone of voice. "Careful, human. I am well aware of my body, and all it's perfections, but they are not for you. I would advise you go back to your ale if you wish yourself a pleasant evening." she rumbled, keeping her tone quiet, while some of the brightening effect of her human disguise faded, those glowing crimson eyes watching the human's face intently.

After that though, regardless of his reply, the demoness relinquished her grip, and she straightened up, brushing her hand on her fauld as if she had touched something dirty, and wished to get it off. Casting her gaze about the bar, even as her features settled into a more ambient and calm expression. She could well feel the gazes of the rest of the bar on her, but rather than react to them, she simply adjusted her vambraces, tightening up the straps before she looked over to the barkeep. "Mister 'Arthur'. You said two-oh-three, correct?" she asked aloud, in an attempt to diffuse the situation, and to make it quite clear that she was leaving. Her right hand rested upon her hip, the thumb hooking into her fauld, while the left remained at her side, the fingers somewhat curled.
 
Re: Crimson Queen (Mirchie)

Mirchell: HP = 87, PP = 44, EP = 47, Status = Fine, Grappled by two dudes

Rolls
Attack: Hit. Mirchell has grabbed the dude.

His friends intervene! Sort of. One grabs her shoulder to try and get her to let him down. Another breaks a chair over her back.
Attacks: Both hit.
Damage: 7 + 5 + 10 - 23 = 0 damage.

When Mirchell grabbed the offending human by the throat, the entire room tensed perceptibly, either to her sight, her sensitive ears, or simply through the sixth sense that all possessed to one degree or another that allowed them to perceive the feelings of those around them. The scent of sweat suddenly edged out alcohol, and even though she delivered her threat quietly, she only made it about halfway through before her glowing eyes and low grumble in which she spoke sparked intervention from the portly man's allies. Another of them grabbed her by the shoulder and interrupted her, marginally less drunk than the others by the look of him, and said; "Look lady, Don's an asshole, but he didn't mean anything by it! Just... Put him d-"

"Fuck this freak!" another voice suddenly called, and about a second later there was a massive crashing sound as something heavily impacted Mirchell's back. Her armor absorbed the entirety of the impact, but the wooden stool that the drunk man had just smashed over her back had apparently not been made of steel, and thus had shattered into splinters of varying size that were less a stool and more firewood. "Well.... Shit," the man who'd been trying to negotiate said while his companions bristled for a fight behind him, and the choking fat man grinned and grunted; "Yer... Gonna.... Get it... Now... Bitch!"
 
Re: Crimson Queen (Mirchie)

Quite content in her sense of superiority, Mirchell remained quite oblivious to the fat human's allies, those long fingers tightening their grip briefly. Her nostrils flared once more though, and her full, is pale lips pulled back in a short gasp as she felt the heavy weight of wood smacking into her back. The fact that she was taken so by surprise made the she-demon stagger, her armour-clad feet thumping on the floorboards and sending up small puffs of the gathered dirt. Once again, her fingers tightened around the man's throat, even as her words were cut short, as her entire body tensed.

She heard words, though only one truly registered with the albino as she twisted to face her would-be-assailants, even though her heavy, if not entirely covering armour absorbed the damage of the actual blow. 'Freak.' The low ring of reverberating steel was heard in the background, almost like a very quiet gong, muffled by Mirchell's skin against it. Then, her fingers relaxed, and the disguised demoness let her first prey drop to the floor with a thud, no longer caring for him. Instead, smouldering crimson eyes looked at the male whom held the shattered remnants of the chair, and her expression deadpanned. Her mouth formed a flat line, her eyes narrowed slightly in a sort of 'Yeah, and?' expression. Her feet slid slightly apart, boots grating against the floor. "Well, that was incredibly foolish of you. All your friend needed was a stern word, but it seems that more... Interesting lessons are required for you." the demoness said, her voice now taking on a playful sort of cooing, obviously enjoying the prospect of having an opponent to actually fight.

And so, the disguised demoness shrank slightly, spreading her feet apart a little for a more stable stance, her shoulders flexing briefly, while her hands came up. The right was held horizontal, over her exposed belly, while the left came up alongside Mirchell's head. Neither hand was clenched, instead the she-demon chose to keep her fingers crooked, in mock imitations of claws. She was not a fool though. Not entirely. She was aware that she was rather outnumbered, and so while the man clutching the broken stool was her primary focus, Mirchell let her ears and nose keep track of her surroundings, not wishing to be caught by surprise once more.

Despite this though, the heavy sword which hung across Mirchell's back remained sheathed, the gilt crossguard and pommel glittering slightly in the dim firelight, in stark contrast to the deep ebony and bloody crimson of her armour. She did not want to kill them, as her demonic blade would most likely do, it would look rather bad after all, and she had no desire to listen to a scolding from the angel. Beating them to a pulp should suffice.

She only waited a few moments though, before suddenly, her bent legs uncoiled, and the armoured demoness pounced, her crimson eyes glowing a little brighter from the thrill of combat as she came up, long fingers crooked into claw-like images as they came down. Her fauld flapped about her waist slightly, the speed of movement making the leather lift a few inches, but then Mirchell was crashing down, using her greater bulk in an attempt to simply crash onto him, and bear the offending human to the floor.


Action:
Unarmed attack against the one who had the chair!
Hit roll: 1d20+40
Damage roll: Not actually sure how unarmed damage is calculated in a grapple. 1d20+40 (body), my logic suggests from a quick skim over the rules!

Dodge: 49
Resistance: 20
Armour: 22
 
Re: Crimson Queen (Mirchie)

Mirchell: HP = 87, PP = 44, EP = 47, Status = Fine, Grappled by two dudes, in a Submission Hold, armor at 46/50 TP.

NPC Stats
Elven Woman: taken 1 damage, armor at 27/30 TP.

Rolls
Mirchell tries to punch a dude outside of her grapple. The other two try to put her into a submission hold.
Grapple: 50 vs 61 and 56. Mirchell does not win.

Ye elf gets up and kicks ye chair-guy as he tries to punch Mirchell.
Attack: Hit.
Damage: 2 + 3 + 15 - 5 = 15 damage on him.

Two of that guys friends try to punch her.
Attacks: Miss and hit.
Damage: 4 + 1 + 8 - 12 = 1 damage. Her armor is at 27/30 TP.

Chair guy tries to punch her.
Attack: Miss.

Two other guys come up and try to punch Mirchell.
Attacks: Both hit.
Damage: 2 + 2 + 8 - 23 = 0. Mirchell's armor takes 4 damage, leaving it at 46/50 TP.

Before Mirchell could even initiate her attack, her plan was foiled. Drunk though they might be, the men whom she faced were quite apparently soldiers, as they acted almost perfectly as a unit. When the disguised demoness released the fat human, he promptly grabbed her wrist, preventing her from turning her attention to the man who'd just smashed a chair over her back. "Shoulda just known your place!" the fat man grunted, and despite that he'd attempted to display a more diplomatic attitude only a moment ago, the other man that had his hands on her merely grimaced and scowled at her. The two men rushed forward and grabbed her arms at the same time, dragging the stronger woman backwards halfway across the bar. The man who had broken the chair rushed after them with a broad grin on his face, obviously ready to simply keep beating on her, but the elven woman who'd been enjoying her drink alone suddenly intervened.... By kicking him in the chest, thus sending him tumbling backwards.

"You lot need to learn some manners!" the elf shouted, but at that point the man's comrades were getting out of their seats.... Or at least some of them were. Along with the three already fighting them, four more of them got up and came for them, leaving five more sitting there watching with dumbfounded looks on their face. That not all of them were joining the fight likely wasn't much help to Mirchell, who was barely able to do more than squirm between the two men holding her arms. Ignoring the elf, two of them came up and started kicking Mirchell. The blows to her body weren't really doing any noticeable harm to her through her armor, but eventually they'd add up against the padding beneath the plating and start softening her flesh instead. The elf was faring a little bit better than she, but she took a quick punch on the jaw from one of the three men attacking her.

The pair at the booth in the corner were apparently going to do nothing but watch, and Arthur had vanished behind the bar the moment that the fight started, leaving Mirchell and the elf on their own.
 
Re: Crimson Queen (Mirchie)

Mirchell twisted, but even as she did so, a sweaty human hand was clamping onto her own. And even in a situation like this, she had to be 'diplomatic', as far as the term could be stretched; revealing herself would be a rather bad option, even if it stood the chance of frightening the drunkards away. Instead, as her armour-clad heels were forced backwards, and the two men were dragging her across the bar floor, the demoness let out a furious howl, her muscles rippling beneath the pale flesh, and her long fingers curled into fists. "Human scum! I will have you bleed for this!" she roared, the simple fury causing her voice to go deeper, booming out across the smoky bar.

It looked very much like the disguised demon intended to continue ranting, her jaw opening, and her sharp canines glinted briefly, one of the few natural weapons she kept while in this form. Then though, the first knee came up, slamming into the flexing and contorting musculature of Mirchell's abdomen. Her furious ranting was cut off before she could even start again, and the albino doubled over with a wheeze. Her armour-clad form, and all the more-than-considerable weight behind her transformed body crashed downwards. The albino slammed down to her knees, making the floorboards creak beneath her, even as the next boot clanged against her breastplate, nearly forcing the albino onto her back.

It was hardly as if the albino was going to simply let that though, was it? She looked upwards once more, and the unholy fury that drove the demoness was visible in her eyes, the iris' glowing brightly, and dispelling some of the shadows which reached across her angular features, while deepening others. She forced herself to relax, to let the two humans pull her arms out to either side, before the demoness tensed once more, almost immediately after. Trusting that their grip would loosen with her relaxation, Mirchell's arms tensed as hard as they could, and she yanked both forwards and downwards with both hands. Her intention was simple, despite the kicking that was bouncing off of her plate, bruising the pale flesh beneath. Throw the two holding her to the ground, so that she could more easily fight back against them.

The demoness had taken notice of the elf whom had joined the fight, picked up the sound of a distinctly more feminine voice, and the wheezing of one of the humans reeling away, but it was rather beyond her point of care right now. It was rather lucky that the demoness had managed her bout with Albert first, as the energy she had received was what was making it even possible to fight back right now. The albino twisted after she had pulled downwards, and then began to rise, her intention simply to drag the drunken soldiers with her, bashing them against the floor until they would let go of her arms.


Acton:
Escape attempt!

Dodge: 49
Resistance: 20
Armour: 22
Grapple: 40
 
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