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Re: Ione (Ryu Doppler)
Clarissa looked surprised when Ione grabbed her wrists, and she even withdrew her claws from his flesh as the silence stretched by for a few moments. He winced in pain as they were removed from his body, but his expression was relieved as well, so it didn't seem like any permanent harm had occurred. He blushed slightly as Ione reiterated his memories to the demoness standing behind him, but Ione was likely surprised at how much Clarissa's color changed to match his, her face turning pink and a startled expression appearing on her face. "Tel me something? Alright...." She replied, and pulled her claws away form Arthur's body as her hands returned to normal.
Arthur looked slightly less enthusiastic than he had been a moment ago as Ione issued her final orders, the subconscious fear that such feelings as he held for Clarissa might be rejected palpable to the plant girl as she continued to dominate his mind. When she released her hold upon him, however, he rocked forward slightly, startled by her release of her control upon him. For a moment, his stunned face was a little closer to Ione's than might be considered proper, and his open mouth and the blush evident upon both of their faces suggested that they were about to kiss. But, after a few heartbeats, he closed his mouth and settled back with a nod, and then turned around to face Clarissa with a stoic expression on his face. The barely dressed demoness had stepped back and crossed her arms over her chest, her fingers still dripping with some of Arthur's blood.
"Clarissa... When I said that I didn't want you around, it... Wasn't the truth. I... We've been through a lot together. Shared a lot that I couldn't have shared with anyone but you. You've tasted my soul, so you know that I don't.... That I..." Arthur paused, and Clarissa quirked an eyebrow at him expectantly, causing him to sign and laugh nervously at himself. When he spoke again, his voice was very quiet, more like the boy that Ione had seen in his memories than the cackling madman that he had been when Ione had first seen him; "I was afraid. I was always afraid. That you hated me, for having you around. That you would get killed, or that I would, and that you would be stuck in the clutches of whoever or whatever had killed me, unable to defend yourself. I was.. I was afraid that when I went back to Amraul, that he would take you away from me, and send you back to hell. I was afraid.... That I was never going to see you again, and it... It made me angry, and I took that anger out on you." He stepped toward her, his arms spread out, but Clarissa held up a hand to stop him, her face an expressionless mask.
"I have tasted your soul, Arthur. You have told me nothing that I did not already know. What I'm not hearing is a reason that I shouldn't dissect you for all of the disgusting things that you've forced me to do. I'm afraid that an; "I'm sorry, it was just because I was scared;" simply isn't going to cut it." She stepped toward him, and Arthur shrunk away slightly, his arms falling to his sides, but Clarissa continued until she was up against his chest. Ione couldn't see his expression, and could no longer feel his emotions now that she had released her hold upon him, but Clarissa was smiling and hadn't got her claws out again, so at least things didn't seem to be turning violent again.
"You have kept me as a slave for five years, Arthur. I think that it is time for you to repay my faithful service." She said, grinning widely in a matter that wasn't exactly friendly. "What do you think, pretty flower? I suppose that I won't take my payment in blood, but there are other ways...." She said, looking around Arthur at Ione, but she trailed off and smiled widely as she saw the blush on Ione's face, and finally detected the scent of her arousal. "A VERY pretty flower.... Would you like to join in? I don't mind sharing, and you do seem like the type to enjoy a... Dominant position, in your relationships." Clarissa's finger was idly drawing a circle in Arthur's chest, and he said; "What? What are... Oh.... Oh! No, you couldn't.... Err." He trailed off, and glanced back at her only to notice her blush as well, and he paled slightly at the sight of her rather clear arousal.
HP = 32/38, PP = 36, EP = 31/57, Status = Slightly Injured
Clarissa looked surprised when Ione grabbed her wrists, and she even withdrew her claws from his flesh as the silence stretched by for a few moments. He winced in pain as they were removed from his body, but his expression was relieved as well, so it didn't seem like any permanent harm had occurred. He blushed slightly as Ione reiterated his memories to the demoness standing behind him, but Ione was likely surprised at how much Clarissa's color changed to match his, her face turning pink and a startled expression appearing on her face. "Tel me something? Alright...." She replied, and pulled her claws away form Arthur's body as her hands returned to normal.
Arthur looked slightly less enthusiastic than he had been a moment ago as Ione issued her final orders, the subconscious fear that such feelings as he held for Clarissa might be rejected palpable to the plant girl as she continued to dominate his mind. When she released her hold upon him, however, he rocked forward slightly, startled by her release of her control upon him. For a moment, his stunned face was a little closer to Ione's than might be considered proper, and his open mouth and the blush evident upon both of their faces suggested that they were about to kiss. But, after a few heartbeats, he closed his mouth and settled back with a nod, and then turned around to face Clarissa with a stoic expression on his face. The barely dressed demoness had stepped back and crossed her arms over her chest, her fingers still dripping with some of Arthur's blood.
"Clarissa... When I said that I didn't want you around, it... Wasn't the truth. I... We've been through a lot together. Shared a lot that I couldn't have shared with anyone but you. You've tasted my soul, so you know that I don't.... That I..." Arthur paused, and Clarissa quirked an eyebrow at him expectantly, causing him to sign and laugh nervously at himself. When he spoke again, his voice was very quiet, more like the boy that Ione had seen in his memories than the cackling madman that he had been when Ione had first seen him; "I was afraid. I was always afraid. That you hated me, for having you around. That you would get killed, or that I would, and that you would be stuck in the clutches of whoever or whatever had killed me, unable to defend yourself. I was.. I was afraid that when I went back to Amraul, that he would take you away from me, and send you back to hell. I was afraid.... That I was never going to see you again, and it... It made me angry, and I took that anger out on you." He stepped toward her, his arms spread out, but Clarissa held up a hand to stop him, her face an expressionless mask.
"I have tasted your soul, Arthur. You have told me nothing that I did not already know. What I'm not hearing is a reason that I shouldn't dissect you for all of the disgusting things that you've forced me to do. I'm afraid that an; "I'm sorry, it was just because I was scared;" simply isn't going to cut it." She stepped toward him, and Arthur shrunk away slightly, his arms falling to his sides, but Clarissa continued until she was up against his chest. Ione couldn't see his expression, and could no longer feel his emotions now that she had released her hold upon him, but Clarissa was smiling and hadn't got her claws out again, so at least things didn't seem to be turning violent again.
"You have kept me as a slave for five years, Arthur. I think that it is time for you to repay my faithful service." She said, grinning widely in a matter that wasn't exactly friendly. "What do you think, pretty flower? I suppose that I won't take my payment in blood, but there are other ways...." She said, looking around Arthur at Ione, but she trailed off and smiled widely as she saw the blush on Ione's face, and finally detected the scent of her arousal. "A VERY pretty flower.... Would you like to join in? I don't mind sharing, and you do seem like the type to enjoy a... Dominant position, in your relationships." Clarissa's finger was idly drawing a circle in Arthur's chest, and he said; "What? What are... Oh.... Oh! No, you couldn't.... Err." He trailed off, and glanced back at her only to notice her blush as well, and he paled slightly at the sight of her rather clear arousal.