The Syncharion Ascendance RP (Floozer, Khorne)
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"Right. I'm going to need social skills with raping an escaped slave." She says, rolling her eyes. But, she doesn't pull her hands away, only gripping hers tightly as she waits. Seems she was just putting on a front...
She keeps her hips moving as she smiles lustily at Bast, brushing their lips together gently "Come on now... you know what I meant. Getting people to do things willingly is so much better than forcing them. Imagine a slave who wants to be your subject? Wouldn't that be nice?"
"No... I'd keep testing... Spells on them... They'd hate me." She whispers back, her breath quickening as Phorsaal's lips brush hers. Her cock is twitching hard in her ass. She was going to cum soon!
She starts to roll her hips while she bounces "You want it don't you Bast? To have slaves eager and happy to work for you... to see them smile up at you as you test on them... then see their sparkling eyes as they service you at night. you want them to want you." she says in a husky voice before pushing their lips together.
"N- N- Mmm~" She moans into the kiss, still shaking her head slightly. Her arms wrapping around Phorsaal, hugging her tightly as she shakes her head and pulls away from her. "No! I don't want them!" She whispers, burying her face in her neck.
"Guh~! I- I-" She lets out a cute little moan when her ass clenches down harder. "I hate slaves!" She groans, starting to thrust back, leaking pre liberally into her ass. "I hate the idea of- of owning slaves!"
She grabs her face and makes her look into her burning eyes. "I. Hate. The. Idea. Of. Owning. Slaves. Is that bloody serious enough for you!?" She growls, before groaning and pushing her off. "Get off. I've lost the mood..." She murmurs, walking away into her room.
"Yes I do." She says, glancing over her shoulder only once as she walks all the way to her room and then sits on the bed, scowling.
"Because I was a goddamn slave myself, Phorsaal. Do you really think I'm from this land!? Have you ever seen my kind anywhere else!?" She yells, turning and spreading her arms. "I'm not a succubus, I'm not a transformed Eidolon, I'm not a Djinn, I'm not a fucking demon! I'm a full blooded Nekoran!" She yells, breathing heavily.
"Yeah! I killed my master because he was an abusive son of a bitch, and then escaped to this damn cave!" She yells, before sighing. "The portal to my world was destroyed shortly after. All the other Nekorans in the city disappeared. Except me. I'm alone." She murmurs, shoulders slumping.
"Well... I was frustrated, angry, and hurt. I would... Kidnap passing demons and experiment on them. Spells and potions on stuff. Made sure to cause them as much pain as possible. Finally, someone noticed all the demons going missing, and they sent someone up here to talk to me. They took all the proper precautions and stuff. Couldn't cast any spells at them. Once they saw that I was pretty damn powerful, they decided to back off and leave me alone, on the condition that I only experiment on Raveners and the odd passing slave. I took..." She looks away, hiding her face. "I took pleasure in hurting them all." She whispers.
"No. I'm done." She says, curling her hands into fists. "Probably hate me now, right? I don't blame you if you want to leave." She mutters.
She gives her a long look.
"Eeeeeeeehhh!? What the fuck is wrong with you, you Psycho?" She says, making a disgusted face, before giggling and sticking her tongue out. "Kidding. Thanks, though..." She murmurs.
"Eeeeeeeehhh!? What the fuck is wrong with you, you Psycho?" She says, making a disgusted face, before giggling and sticking her tongue out. "Kidding. Thanks, though..." She murmurs.
She reaches out and boops her nose "Because it shows you have fallen and picked yourself back up... hear me out." She smiles at her and thinks for a moment. "Before this, you were the grand sorceress of untold amounts of power that I am basically hoping you won't just drop me. Now I know you have flaws, which makes it far easier to relate to you because flames know I have flaws too. It shows you have emotion, drive, complexity... far better than 'I am powerful hahaha' don't you think? Everyone carries scars Bast, myself included, and it really helps paint the pictures when you can see them."
She looks at her for a long time with those big golden eyes of hers.
"That's... A wonderful way to put it." She murmurs, smiling slightly. "But yeah. I'm still the most powerful one there is." She says, chuckling. "Huh. I never knew demons could be so eloquent. Shows they don't think about sex all the time, hmm?" She says, smiling and nudging her.
"That's... A wonderful way to put it." She murmurs, smiling slightly. "But yeah. I'm still the most powerful one there is." She says, chuckling. "Huh. I never knew demons could be so eloquent. Shows they don't think about sex all the time, hmm?" She says, smiling and nudging her.
"Demons are creatures of emotion. Sex is a very powerful feeling of joy and pleasure so we use it as a default state. However... I like to think we are capable of much more than that, or maybe I am just weird. Either way, I am with you on some of your story Bast... abusive slave owners make me want to do horrible... horrible things."
"Yeah. I mean... You know what the worst kind is? The kind that pretends to be nice at first, to get you to trust them... And then turn into a monster, hurting you just so they can see the expression of fear, pain, and confusion on your face every time they hurt you. I had that kind of bastard." She says.
"Ummm... Sure, I suppose. I never thought demons would have any." She murmurs, leaning back to listen to her with ears cocked.
She shifts to her skeletal form and holds both arms out "Look really closely at my right arm and compare it to my left one" She mutters. It is easy for Bast to see... the right arm is a slightly different color, impossible to tell unless you looked at it up close.
"Umm... Your arms look slightly different. Left is more bright. Right looks a little... Yellow... Isn't that normal?" She asks, raising an eyebrow.