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Demon's Tale


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”Hrm, yes, a master of the mind... manipulator... that would be an ideal specialisation to match her looks, I think,” the demon princess muses, and weaving from the orb in her hand this time a trail of purple light. She weaved it to and fro in the air for some time, until it shaped into a glowing rune of demonic script, which she flung towards Iniel, still slowly climbing to her feat. The newly formed demon flinched as the rune impacted her forehead, and it blazed there a moment before fading, and she paused for a moment to consider this.

”Ah... I understand now...” the girl answered in a soft voice, straightening up into a more relaxed standing post, arms moving up to cross before her chest, and her tail coiling around her hips to give her the slightest bit more modesty as she stood there naked. ”If I may be so bold, is there a name I may know you by, my mistress?” she asked in a polite voice.

”Mm, clever indeed. Good to see my talents were not wasted. You may call me by 'Asehaniel, when you need to attract my attention. I don't think I need to explain that doing so lightly will not be looked upon well, however. Guard that name as tightly as your own, or you'll find yourself without either,” she warns sternly.

Turning her gaze from Iniel back to the pulsating purple orb, the demoness' lips curved into a smile. ”Now then, there's simply the matter of your dear brother... a demon of spiritual power, I think... power, potential... ambition...” he gives a sideways glance at her last creation and grins broadly, before pulling forth a strand of blackness to begin the weaving process.

Much like before, she weaved and sculpted the almost gas like cloud of black mist into a shape, this time a male one, although just as slender as his sister. A rangy, athletic build, his physical defined and well toned, build for grace rather than power. And like his sister, tell-tale demonic features were woven into his flesh; the same long, thin, snakelike tail with the spaded tip, the pair of wings behind him, his a darker shade of red than his sister's, and an equally unnatural shade of red hair. His eyes however, were a bright yellow rather than the green of Iniel's, and his skin tone slightly darker than hers. With his figure woven, the demon lord once again blew life into him from palm of her hand, and as he staggered to his feet, worked a demonic rune into him also, granting him his specialisation and completing the forging process.

Giving a rather mischievous glance at Iniel, Asehaniel floated over to her most recent creation and wrapping her arms around his waist, whispered something softly into his ear, before giggling softly and looking over to Iniel once more. In a clear, smooth baritone, he spoke, ”My name is mine to give, but you may call me Tamiel, dear sister... I do hope we'll get along well” He looked her up and down appraisingly, his body showing a definite reaction to both the naked demon before him, and the other one hanging off one shoulder, whose hand seemed to be slowly snaking its way towards his manhood.

”Mmm... yes, why don't you two become fully acquainted, my dear?” Ase suggested in a playful voice, her tongue slowly sliding between her lips.


Decision Time!

a) Iniel slides down to her knees, placing the tip of her finger in her mouth suggestive and looking up at Tamiel.

b) Iniel does a half turn, playfully spanks her ass and looks back over her shoulder, winking.

c)Iniel claims she'd much rather serve Asehaniel's desires than play with her brother.

d) Iniel turns to coldly ignore Tamiel.
 
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A) she can bite him later
 
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She want's it a bit rough. Let's get him angry first. D)
 
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C or A. Or maybe a combination of the two if Asehaniel isn't interested.


Edit: Fine, C.
 
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Right, I let it slide at first, because only one person did it, but the idea behind a multiple choice option is that a single answer is picked.

If you want D, pick D. If not, pick something else. There is no "Do one, then the other" or trying to blend options.

Preferably, edit your old posts to keep the thread from needless clutter... albeit too late >.>;
 
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B. Mistress wants us to get acquainted. Let's not piss her off with D or C.
 
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get em inky crack that whip
 
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With a mischievous smile, Iniel gracefully sunk down to her knees, her hands slowly slid down her naked torso as he arched her back and fanned her wings out behind her. Spreading her legs slightly in her kneeling position, she straddled her own tail and began to slowly grind against it, letting out a few soft gasping moans as she brought her index finger up to her mouth and pressed it against her lower lip, the tip just barely extending into her mouth.

Asehaniel gives a broad grin as she brushes her fingertips along Tamiel's length, before slowly sliding off him backwards. "Go on~" she says softly to him, teasingly, before giving him a gentle push towards her with one leg, and strolling over to perch on her throne, watching intently with an amused smile upon her lips.

Tamiel watched the demon before him for a moment, still grinding herself slowly against her tail and moaning softly, the finger pushing deeper into her mouth, before slowly being pulled out, her lips tightly wrapped around it. She slowly withdrew it entirely, running her tongue slowly across her upper lips as the hand made it's way down to cup one of her breasts, gently squeezing it. For some reason hesitating, he at last stepped forwards, slowly sauntering up to where she knelt, glancing down at her as she looked up with big green eyes, biting down on her lower lip playfully.

Reaching out with one hand, she gently traced her fingertip slowly along his shaft, almost softly giggling as it quivered beneath her fingertip. As her finger made its way to the tip, she collected the drop of pre-cum that had formed upon it and brought it on her finger up to her lips, slowly and deliberately licking it off. She swooned and closed her eyes, rolling her head back in an overly dramatic display of pleasure as she ground herself more firmly against her tail, slowly rolling her head back around in one fluid motion with a soft giggle. "Mm... you like that, do you?" she asked teasingly, grasping his length loosely in one hand as the other hand slide over her stomach, downwards.

He let out a deep sigh as she began to simultaneous stroke her hand softly along his shaft and tease herself with her other hand. "Mm... c'mon, I want you to say you love my touch, dear brother..." she said teasingly, before brushing her lips gently against his tip. Breathing softly on him, and still lightly stroking him, she looked up at him with an impish grin, waiting for a response. After a moment, she gave a frown, "If you won't play, I'll just have to find someone else who will~" she said in pouty voice, before slowly sliding her tongue over the tip.

"Aah~ mm... sister... you win... " he says, yielding, his resolve crumbling. "Please don't stop," he added in an almost pained voice.

"Mm... I don't know, maybe I should just to teach you a lesson~" she teased, in the same pouty voice, earning a dark giggle from the throne where their mistress watched over this. "I'm the eldest, you should treat me more deferentially..." she adds, pressing her advantage.

"...N-no." he retorts in defiance, growing more rigid in stance.

"Didn't anyone teach you to be more careful what you say to a woman who literally has you by the balls?" she asks back in a mocking voice, her hand sliding down to cup them. "Sisters have been known to be cruel with their biting..."

"...okay, Sister. I know when I am beat..." he almost whispered. "For now, I am yours..."

"Mmm... there's a good boy..." she says condescendingly before wrapping her lips around his shaft and sliding it into her mouth. Her tongue and saliva swirled around his head, combined with long and low moan from her as her self teasing and grinding kicks up a gear in exaltation of her victory. The teasing of earlier abruptly gone, as she takes him fast and deep in attempts to swiftly bring him to climax, her own movements no less rapid.

Asehaniel looked on from where she lounged with both a look mixed with both amusement and hunger, both hands slowly fondling over one of the ornate decorations on the throne suggestively.

It didn't take long for Tamiel to be brought to his limit under the fierce assault, and his legs began to buckle beneath him. 'Sister... please...' he begged. "Almost finished, are we?" she asked teasingly, having pulled her mouth back off him, although she continued to firmly stroke him with her hand. "I suppose you're right, I don't want you finishing like this..." she added with a mischievous chuckle, and in a single fluid motion arose to her feet. She pressed a finger to his lips, supported his back with the other hand, wrapped one of her legs around his side, and pushing off the ground, sheathed him inside herself, with a loud cry from each of them.

"Mm... ah... you're... not bad..." she quipped as she rapidly drove herself onto him, before leaning in to bring her lips up to his ear "Come on, fill your dear older sister up~"

This seemed to be all the encouragement he needed, as with another gasp he let loose, pouring his seed into her. A look of bliss crossed her face as he did so, but if it slowed her progress it did only barely, as she continued to ride upon him. "Aaah... sister... please..." he begged, but she didn't relent, and with his legs giving way beneath him, he was forced to clumsily lower himself to the ground, even as Iniel continued to feverishly ride him.

It continued for around several minutes, him almost flailing weakly on the ground, overcome by the pleasure so intense it hurt she was inflicting upon him, until she gradually slowed to a halt. "Hmm... I suppose this is enough..." she almost absently mused, as she slid off him, his seed still slowly spilling out of her and down her legs. With a few gestures to adjust her hair more neatly, and wiping some of the thicker collections of demonic goo upon her; licking it off her hand and savouring the taste of her victory, she turned back to her mistress with a pleased smile upon her face.

Iniel has gained a point of Will for exerting dominance over another demon, thus strengthening her confidence in her own abilities. Will, being an aspect of spiritual power, defines how resistant to control a demon is, how effective they can control others, and the power of demonic spells.
(I'll add a stat block for Iniel in the first post soon)

"Very good Iniel, you have proven to be quite the creation indeed..." her master spoke, her voice that same mix of amusement and hunger. "But do not go overconfident in this victory, while his will was stronger than yours, he was still but a fledgling. Pick fights with more powerful demons, and how he is now will look merciful. And, on another note, do not worry about him over-much; he is stronger than you likely give him credit for, and will recover soon enough. she explains, or perhaps warns.

"Still, there is one last finish touch you need. Due to your ethereal power, you already know the spell of Dreamwalking, but I shall teach you one more spell, to round out your abilities. You may learn the spell of Charms, which will make your words seem like the purest nectar to those not strong enough of will. Or, if you'd prefer, the spell of Thoughts, allowing you to sift away the surface thoughts of one you focus on as easily as one hears a conversation. Or perhaps, you'd like something more suited to offence; the spell of Bedazzling will sap away at the wits of your victim. The choice is yours, but you may only choose one; you may have the chance to learn the others later..." she explains, fingers tightening on the ornate decorations she had been fondling as she grins broadly.

Decision Time

a) Learn the Spell of Charms; costs mana to use, causes your words to be all the more convincing to everyone who hears them, providing their will isn't stronger than yours.

b) Learn the Spell of Thoughts; no mana cost, allows you to subtly slip inside the mind of another and hear the thoughts. Targets with high intelligence can overwhelm the caster (causes a stun), high wits can block the caster, and high perception can feel that someone is reading them. (Note: this only picks up what they're thinking at the time, it cannot read memories or look deeper)

c) Learn the Spell of Bedazzling; costs mana to use, spell creates greater noise. Mentally assault a victim, overwhelming their brains with sensory information. Result depends on comparison of your will to their wits. At most powerful it can cause someone to pass out as they're completely overwhelmed.
 
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