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Oct 2, 2010 18:54:11 GMT -6
Post by dusk on Oct 2, 2010 18:54:11 GMT -6
Dante felt a shiver run down his back, it had been awhile, maybe Lawrence had been right as much as he hated to admit it. He had no idea why Camille was doing this and to be honest he didn't care and was in no mood to talk anymore. Without a word and without warning he leaned in and kissed her roughly on the lips as he laced a hand behind her head, with his spare hand he grabbed her by the hip and pulled her in closer.
He really couldn't help himself now, so what if she was only using him to get her own way. He relished the feeling of her soft lips on his and he squeezed her a little tighter, his head went light as a rush surged through his body. He pulled his head back to take a breath and looked at her waiting for some sort of reaction.
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Oct 2, 2010 19:10:08 GMT -6
Post by Soprano on Oct 2, 2010 19:10:08 GMT -6
‘Score,’ thought the succubus.
Now she just had to take it that step further. She came up and met his lips as he came down to kiss her. He was much stronger than the succubus anticipated and she found herself being pulled off of her chair and toward the man. She angled herself so her hips were right in front of his and made a hard attempt at rubbing her crotch against him on ‘accident.’ She was already crushed against him, but she pressed into him further, letting her soft curves press against his hard, straight lines. She thought she heard the chair tumble and fall, but she had her eyes on the prize. She was breathing ragged and hard when he finally broke off the kiss.
“Oh… I see,” she said while she chewed her lip.
She moved her hands up to his chest, wrapping one hand around his neck and moved to her tip toes to pull him in close for another kiss, softer this time. She nipped at his bottom lip as she pulled away, looking up at him, trying to seem innocently unsure, but fiery passionate.
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Oct 2, 2010 19:20:11 GMT -6
Post by dusk on Oct 2, 2010 19:20:11 GMT -6
Dante moved his hand that was behind her head down her curves and rested it on her hip, he moved in again for another kiss, this girl was better than any liquor he could find. He found himself intoxicated by her. He spun her round and lifted her so she was sitting on the table top, he took a brief step back and took off his waist coat while taking another long look at her, as soon as the waist coat left his shoulders he lunged back into a kiss.
Dante's hands were everywhere now, exploring every curve and bump of Camille's body as grinded against her, no matter how hard he kissed her he still wanted more. Some thing kept pulling him deeper and deeper, he seriously doubted he could stop even if he wanted to. His kisses moved from her mouth to her neck as he began to nibble away as if he was intent on leaving a mark.
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Oct 2, 2010 19:47:04 GMT -6
Post by Soprano on Oct 2, 2010 19:47:04 GMT -6
The succubus shuddered as his hands ran down her waist to her hips. She gasped slightly as he forcefully moved her to sit on the table. The strap of her nightie fell down across her shoulder and her hair was already a little mussed. She grabbed the edge of the table as Dante took off his waistcoat. She found herself grabbing onto his shirt as he came back hard and fast for more of her mouth. She ran her tongue across his bottom lip, trying to deepen this kiss.
She already had him in her web, now she could just enjoy the ride. She moaned into his lips as his hands ran over her body roughly. She squealed slightly as he was biting at her neck. She began to wrestle with the buttons on his shirt, feeling the frantic tension Dante had with his hands across her. She unbuttoned one, two… three buttons, her hands fumbling with her own quickness.
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
just another dead composer
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Oct 3, 2010 14:48:09 GMT -6
Post by lillium on Oct 3, 2010 14:48:09 GMT -6
The real Camille had been sitting down in her own very newly created tent being very angry. So Dante refused to teach her until she just sat down and listened to whatever it was he said and took whatever crap he gave her? Oh fuck no. The more she thought about it, then angrier she got. She ended up getting so angry that she thought it might be a good idea to storm into his tent and yell at him until he relented.
So that was exactly what she did.
"Dante, I need to talk to you," Camille said as she flung aside the flap to Dante's tent. And the sight she found was appalling. Dante was about to fuck. . Not her, but someone who looked exactly like her? From what she could tell, at least, it was a little hard to tell. Of course, that didn't ease her mood. "What the hell are you doing?" she shouted, not really sure what was a good thing to do.
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Oct 3, 2010 14:56:23 GMT -6
Post by Soprano on Oct 3, 2010 14:56:23 GMT -6
The succubus Camille whipped her head around to the real one. Oh fuck. The presence of the real Camille would cause her magic to shudder a bit. Suddenly, her hair and skin rippled and she was her normal succubus self again; Skin red like blood with midnight hair and two small horns on her forehead. This wasn’t good. They both might kill her. She had to figure out a way out NOW.
Dante was blocking any movement from her part. She concentrated for a moment so she suddenly turned right back into Camille, but sexier. She kept the lace nightie, she was fairly sure that Dante had liked it enough to forego thinking, so it was helpful. Some men were strange in the idea that sexy lingerie was more distracting than nudity. She didn’t really understand that, but she knew it.
She glanced at Dante, then back at Camille, unsure of how the other two were going to react.
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Oct 3, 2010 15:08:25 GMT -6
Post by dusk on Oct 3, 2010 15:08:25 GMT -6
Dante looked over to the doorway before jumping off the the Camille that was in his arms, his eyes went from the one that was barely dressed and lying on his desk to the one that was in the doorway looking extremely pissed off.
Dante was too drunk to comprehend the situation and so said the first thing that came to his mind, "twins?" he asked with a hopeful grin.
He still couldn't keep his eyes off the girl that was sitting on the end of his desk, he hadn't noticed her change in form due to him being focused on a more... pressing matter. So now there was two Camille's in his tent, even it was going to turn out amazingly well or someone was leaving the tent in alot of pain, he was hoping for the former but deep down knew that it wasn't going to work that way.
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
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Oct 3, 2010 15:16:26 GMT -6
Post by lillium on Oct 3, 2010 15:16:26 GMT -6
Once Dante jumped off of the impostor, the real Camille grabbed her assault rifle and aimed it at the fake Camille. "Who the hell are you?" she asked, glaring. Camille didn't really know anything about succubae as she hadn't gotten to that part of the book yet, and Dante was refusing to tell her anything.
"I don't have any siblings," Camille said to Dante, not looking at him. She didn't want the fake Camille to do anything while she was distracted. That would be bad. "And so no, you're not getting your twin threesome fantasy, you sick son of a bitch." Camille couldn't help but say that. It was disgusting. This whole situation was.
She was shaking now, she was so angry. Shaking wasn't good; it would throw off her aim, but it was either that or send a round of bullets into someone's chest and she didn't think that would be a very good idea right now.
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Oct 3, 2010 15:30:26 GMT -6
Post by Soprano on Oct 3, 2010 15:30:26 GMT -6
The succubus froze. She had wanted to make a getaway before either one noticed her for long enough, but now she had a gun trained on her. Great, now she had to worry about being killed NOW. The succubus sighed and put her hands up in surrender. Well, this was how it was going to go if she failed, she kind of knew that. Who knew it would be a lover’s quarrel? She just figured Mr. Drinks-a-lot would have caught her.
She kept still, but scanned the room for an opening or some tools to help her. Succubae weren’t fighters; they used tricks and guile to get their way; but hell if this succubus was going out that way. She’d at least make a fight about it. She had no clue that the real Camille would be unaware of succubae; she figured all of the factions new everything about them. They were the most common demon, after all.
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Oct 3, 2010 15:44:11 GMT -6
Post by dusk on Oct 3, 2010 15:44:11 GMT -6
Dante suddenly realized what was happening, "succubus" he aloud as his drunken grin turned to an angry glare. Words could not explain the rage that was building in him, the only thing he hated more than being made a fool of was being made a fool of by a demon. His eyes shot to the table to find his dagger, it was right next to the demon girls thigh.
He clenched his fists but smiled as another drunken thought entered his mind, "maybe if you get naked Camille it'll confuse her" he said with a smile as he looked over at the real Camille. This plan made absolutely no sense but it made Dante smile.
Despite knowing that the semi-naked Camille was a demon he still couldn't keep his eyes off her. He found himself admiring every curve again and again, he even looked over to the real Camille just to see if the demon had got it right.
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