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 Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 3:55 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 8:47 pm
Loki sat quietly in the back of the van , jolting every now and then on a big bump. He had been bought earlier that morning, though he didn't get to see by who, and the Traders insisted he be shipped there today. Apparently he was worth a lot of money. Loki frowned, rolling his eyes in disgust. He knew exactly why he was valuable. Who wouldn't want a slave that would respond to your every sexual need just by a simple touch of the arm or a pat on the head? It made him sick, the way he couldn't control his own body. No matter how hard he tried not to react to ones advances, his curse would always beat him. However, there were a few exceptions.
His curse worked like a clock. Say he had sex on Monday, his body would act relatively normal for a few days, by Wednesday he would start to feel achy and hot and loose energy easily, and by Friday he would be very ill and weak. If he went to Sunday without having sex again it would be cutting it close. A previous master had tested this out himself by seeing how long Loki could go without it. By the end of the seventh day Loki was so weak he couldn't even sit up by himself. Right now he was currently on his fourth day in the cycle, which meant simple touches would drive him crazy. He shuddered involuntarily and pulled the thin blanket (which is all he was given to wear when they left the shop) around himself tighter, trying to relax himself. He let his mind wonder onto what his new master would be like, and he eventually dozed off.
When Loki awoke he was being dragged out of the back of the van by two strong guards. They eyed the blond up and down and decided he was too weak to need restraints. Turning around, the guards gave Loki a few private seconds to get himself as presentable as he wanted to be for his new master. Loki wrapped the blanket tightly around himself and fixed his slightly messy hair. He then tugged on one of the guards sleeves and was escorted inside the huge building.
After walking up several flights of stairs, the guards having decided that elevators were unsuitable for a slave, they arrived at a door with large gold print on it that read "3G". Loki blinked a few times, trying to calm his nerves. One of the guards knocked on the door and stepped back, waiting. "Your new slave has arrived sir." he called in through the door.
((sorry for the late response. I've been busy all day ._. Hope this is an okay first post >.<)
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 9:21 pm
Ambrosia_And_Nectar  "So you're the new tenant?" Asked a voice, thick iwth disdain and superiority. Brice turned to the man with a scowl on his face. "Yes, and if I am?" The building owner looked him over, a sneer on his face. Little upsarts coming from wealthy families...the man thought with an upturned nose. "I'm just asking in case there was something one of your...brothers, is it....broke something while they were staying here. The apartment hasn't been lived in in quite some time, so the cleaning bill is quite-" Brice whipped his hand out to stop the man's speech. "I know exactly what the bill is, and it will be paid. Now, please show me to my apartment." He stared at the man eye to eye, neither of them backing down, until finally the tennant had to look away. There was something about this man, boy, whatever, that frightened him to a point. "Yes, of course, this way." He began to walk, hearing his newest tennant follow. Brice had been in a dour mood that morning when he was thrust into the human's world. His brother's had informed him about the human world, but how much was true, he didn't know, but he was sure he would find out the hard way. Which was probably his brothers plan. He rolled his eyes at that. They were always picking on him for his so-called 'soft ways'. Well, he would show them. When the snooty man stopped, he handed Brice a key, careful not to touch him. With just a curt nod, Brice opened the door and he almost fell over in shock. This was his new home for the next....well, whenever he found a human snack. He shivered at that thought and entered the apartment, closing the door behind him with a faint 'click'. His eyes were huge as he looked around. How much space did his family think he needed? It was just him after all. He walked into the living room, then examined the kitchen, which he wouldn't be using much, but by scent of it, it was fully stocked. Probably in preparation for his arrival. He walked in further and went into the bedroom, thoroughly impressed by the sheer luxury of his new dwelling. He opened the closet and found it stocked with clothes, from normal every day wear, to formal attire. He scoffed. He wasn't going to be going to any parties, at least not for a while anyway. Then he spotted something off. There were two different sets of clothing....Why? Just as he was trying to figure that out, the doorbell rang and he got a distinctly bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. His brothers had said they had gotten him a gift for his 'coming of age' rite....that and the extra clothes....Brice hurried out of the room and as he neared the door, he could hear a muffled voice say his worst fears. His brother's had gotten him a slave.... Grabbing the handle he yanked the door open and found himself staring at a boy who couldn't be more than fifteen and he stared, stunned. How young did a human have to be to be considered a slave? As he was staring, his sensitive nose picked up something other then the dirt and sweat of the outside and fear...it was something sweet, tantalizing, and it made his mouth water. His stomach chose that moment to groan loudly and he flushed a bit. "Um, sir," one of them asked outside the door and Brice stared at him with now blood red eyes, and the man stepped back a pace, almost pushing the slave in front of him. "You....you need to sign the papers." He held out a clipboard and the incubus looked at it once and without thinking grabbed it and signed it before hadning it back. Now this... boy was his. The men left as quickly as they came and Brice stared at the boy who was so openly staring at him, and that made the man smile a bit. He stood to the side and gestured to the inside of the apartment. "Come in," he said with a slight growl to his voice and instantly cleared his throat. After a few seconds of apparent indecisions, Brice clicked his tongue in annoyance and reached out, grabbing the blanket that covered the boy and pulled him inside, closing the door. He leaned against the door and stared at the youth. "What's your name?" he asked finally. ((OOC: It was a perfect start!! And no worries, real life always comes before roleplaying in my book, so no apology needed!!))
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 2:19 pm
Loki's eyes widened as the door was opened. The man standing before him looked...quite a bit older then himself, and much taller. They locked eyes for a moment, and suddenly something seemed to shift inside his new master. Though Loki hadn't got a good look at him yet, he was positive his masters eyes were brown. But now they looked red. Dark, deep, blood red. Loki shuddered a little. He had heard about the other slaves getting non-human masters before, though he had never got the priviledge himself. Until now, apparently. If this man wasn't human, then what was he? He didn't really give off the vampire vibe, Loki had saw many of those come into the shop, and he seemed to relaxed to be a demon. The blond directed his gaze back down too the floor and tried not to think about it. After his new master signed his papers the guards shoved him forward and left quickly. "Poor kids not gonna last through the week." he heard one guard murmur. "Did you see his eyes?" He heard the other say before they were around the corner and heading down the staircase. Loki looked back up and saw the black haired man staring at him. He had no choice but to look back at him, there was just something alluring he couldn't quite name that kept him from breaking the gaze. His mind felt a little fuzzy and he faintly heard his master tell him to enter, but by the time his brain processed it all the way he was being dragged forward by his blanket and inside the appartment. The place was as nice as he had expected it to be. Almost all of the masters that bought him were fairly weathly, due to his price, so the luxuirous space didn't bother him. He let his eyes roam around the livingroom breifly before training them back to his master. A sudden chill past through him and he pulled the blanket up to his chin, trying to keep as much of himself covered as possible from the gaze of the black haired man. He felt like a piece of meat just waiting to be ravaged. The question that his master asked made him jump a little, as he hadn't been expecting it due to the long silence and he looked down at his bare feet, feeling self concious. "Uhm..you can call me Loki." he said softly, though he kept his voice from shaking. After all he was used to getting new masters, though the fact that this man wasn't human unnerved him a bit. (( biggrin Well good!))
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 6:38 pm
Brice got the sustinct feeling that the boy, Loki he said his name was, was feeling a little more than nervous. He almost snorted at the name. What kind of name was Loki? He pushed that thought as he pushed himself away from the door, stepping closer to Loki. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Loki. I'm Brice," He went to go put his hand out in greeting, but stopped himself. He wasn't supposed to do it this way, was he? Loki was a slave, so he had to be used to improper greetings...that and he was a complete surprise to Brice. Shaking his head, the Incubus let his hand drop to the side and his eyes roamed down the blanket that seemed to be the boy's only cover. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Well, I won't lie and say I wasn't expecting you, and I've never owned....well....you know," Brice's eyes went back to Loki's and when the boy moved he got a whiff of his scent again and had to resist the urge to jump him right then and there. What was this boy? He looked human, but his scent was so alluring to Brice's instincts, and he was making him hungry. His stomach growled in anticipation of feeding off that scent, but Brice pushed it down. "I, uh....I guess you should get some clothes on," he finally said, still staring into Loki's eyes, his own dulling back to brown, but had a red tint that he couldn't make fade. Get some clothes on him before your instincts make you jump his bones and scare the crap out of him....more. He nodded his head for the boy to follow and started towards the bedroom, then stopped. Where was it again....? Ah, that's right. He started walking again until they reached a closed door and he opened it, standing to the side. "Umm...I think my brothers put your clothes in the cabinet there," he pointed to where he had spotted the extra clothes. "I hope they fit." Because if they were too small, Brice knew he was going to lose it. "If you want, you can take a shower." He walked to the closed door across the hall and opened it just to make sure it was the bathroom, and he gaped at it. "Holy s**t!" he exclaimed. "It's huge!" He stared at it for a few more seconds before shaking his head and looking back at Loki. "So...um...get yourself covered." With that, he stalked back to the living room and flopped on the couch with a groan, leaning his head back and covered his eyes with his arm. He was just mucking this up in so many ways, wasn't he? He shook his head and lowered his arm to stare at the ceiling. "What am I supposed to do with a slave?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 8:31 pm
Loki was puzzled at his masters actions. He hadn't expected to be greeted in such a proper way. It had been many years since he had been talked to like he was a human, not just someone elses property. A surge of hope swelled in his chest, and he was just about to shake the hand that was extended toward him when it dropped. Loki shifted his eyes down, trying not to let his dissapointment show. Once he was sure his face was stoic, or as stoic as he could achieve, he looked back up and met his masters eyes once again. Huh...a first time slave owner? I don't think one of those has ever bought me before... he thought to himself as he followed Brice to there next destination. Once they were in the bedroom the blond let his eyes wonder around the walls, taking in the clean state of the room that clearly showed it was owned by someone of decent wealth. He walked over to the cabinet that Brice had pointed at and opened it slowly, peering inside. He let his eyes roam over the various set of clothes until he came to the one's that were obviously meant for him. Most of the articles seemed very simple; a few t-shirts of various colors, some shorts and pants, underwear, and socks. His eyes came to rest on something he couldn't quite make out. A blush swept over his cheeks as he realized that the last few articles were clearly not meant to conceal anything, and were most likely just for the pleasure of the master. They certainly looked uncomfortable. Loki shook his head went to grab a shirt when he hear the dark haired man yell from the other doorway. He rushed over to his masters side and realized what he said about the bathroom was true. It was indeed larger then most of the one's he'd ever saw, and he imagined himself spending hours in the tub, soaking his stress, troubles, and fears away. Of course that wouldn't be happening anytime soon. He didn't need a bath anyway, his guards had made sure he was well cleaned before he was delivered. Before he got a chance to say anything, Brice had already left the room and Loki stood by the door, uncertaintly. A sudden wave of heat washed over him and made his vision go fuzzy. He stumbled sideways a little, and walked carefully over to the bed to sit. His curse had decided to remind the boy of its presence, and he groaned, holding his head in his hands. Heat flashes like this often happened on days 4 and 5. The blond stood after a moment and breathed in a few times. When he felt steady enough, and when his hot flash had gotten over the worst part, he went back to the cabinet and selected a plain white t-shirt, and a small pair of black shorts. He let the blanket fall from his body and put on a pair of boxers, then proceeded to put the rest of the garments on. He checked himself in the mirror and flushed. The shirt fit nicely but the shorts were much too short for his liking. They weren't necessarily tight, but they only came down to about 3 inches above his knees, leaving most of his legs and thighs exposed. He considered for a moment to put pants on, but decided the shorts would half to do incase he had another heat flash. With a last look in the mirror he headed out into the living room to find his master laying on the couch. He shuffled in awkwardly and clasped his hands behind his back, making him look extremely childish. "Uhm...Thank you for the clothes master. I hope this outfit is suitable." he said, a little louder then he had spoken the first time he had talked. He rocked on the balls of his feet a few times and waited for his masters approval.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 9:11 pm
Brice had almost fallen asleep when something washed through the apartment with such a strong odor that he felt his body tense and a slight growl was ripped from his throat. Instantly he felt his pants tighten and he gasped for breath, but that only made him inhale the strong odor more, making his situation even worse. His stomach growled, but he ignored it, holding his breath, hoping that the smell would go away. What the hell was it? He couldn't pinpoint its origin and that frustrated him to no end. Finally, he took a small breath and the scent had lessened, but it was still there, though not as strong. Taking a deep breath, he then willed his small 'problem' to go away. He had just fed before he got there, and he knew he shouldn't be hungry again. But his body protested otherwise. Finally he felt his body relax and he sighed in relief. But, that was all changed when Brice heard Loki behind him. With a start he whipped his head around, sitting straight up. "Gods you scared me," he breathed, holding a hand to his chest. He hadn't looked at the boy, closing his eyes to take a deep breath and that was a mistake. Loki's scent came at him and his problem 'arose' again and he grit his teeth, holding in a growl. Finally Brice looked at the boy and this time he did growl, the sound loud and rumbling in his chest and up his arm still connected. He licked his lips when his bright red eyes fell on the almost bare, flawless legs. Those legs looked good enough to eat. Brice licked his lips and stood, stalking over to the boy. He needed to feed. He could tell from some far off place that Loki was afraid, but this side of just didn't care. It wanted, it took, with no words from his true self. Brice seemed to watching the boy come closer and closer from that far off place, but he could feel his body, feel the tightness. His muscles bunched as he made to leap at his prey, his stomach growling almost as loudly as he was. Yes...he needed to feed....he wanted to feed...and he wanted it now.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 9:52 pm
 Loki's eyes widened a little when he saw his masters eyes change from brown to red again. Actually getting to witness the whole transformation this time frightened him and made him realize just how unhuman Brice was. However, the look the man had on his face was very human, and one Loki had saw many times. That's usually how his masters would look at him, though they usually waited a little longer before actually getting down to business. He felt his body tense up imediatly. Here we go again. he thought to himself as he watched his masters body become aroused. In record time too. Now his masters expression had changed from pure lust to something like hunger. He was staring at Loki as if he were a meal, and the blond shuddered a little. He knew his body needed to do this too live, but the thought of having another rough master upset him. His last one had been particularly violent, and he still had a few bruises on his back to prove it. Even as his master walked toward him, licking his lips and devouring the blond with his eyes, he stood his ground. There was no point in resisting. Actually, that sounded like a really bad idea. He didn't know this man well enough to know how he would act if he tried to protest. Besides he had no right, he was a slave after all. Instead Loki turned his eyes to the ground, keeping his body still and waiting for the moment his master would touch him. He knew as soon as there skin made contact, his curse would flare to life and he would have no choice but to be taken. What really got him though, was the sudden come on from Brice. At first impressions, the few words they had spoken to eachother, he didn't seem like that bad of a person. Maybe it was because he hadn't had a slave before, and he assumed this is how you were supposed to act. Finally he looked up shyly, masking his fright with a childlike expression. "Master..?" he asked softly. ((Ooc: Sorry it's a bit crappy, I am sleepy sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 10:11 pm
Hunger....that was all he felt at that moment. He licked his lips again as his prey didn't move....Didn't the boy know that he was supposed to run from someone looking at him like Brice was at the moment? Then, he remembered, Loki was a slave, there to do his bidding. The man's instincts leaped for joy at that thought, but something was slowing his body. He cocked his head to the side when the boy lowered his head and waited patiently. Brice was confused more than ever. Even if Loki was a slave, shouldn't he at least be trying to get away? He thought the fight or flight reaction was in every human. And Loki seemed the kind to flee....and yet, there he was standing completely still, though Brice could see him shaking. And the Incubus in him loved that. Taking another step forward, he trembled and stopped once more. The boy looked at him with such wide, innocent eyes, it made the animal in Brice question what was going on, and that gave him a chance to reign in the demon. He groaned and fell to his knees, his hands in tight fists, his nails cutting into his palms, and he could feel a warm wetness against his skin. He looked up at Loki, his eyes flashing from red to brown, the show of the contest going on inside him. "....Run..." he managed to whisper. He didn't want to hurt this boy....he hated hurting others, and the though of inflicting pain made him physically ill. His stomach rebelled at the thoughts the demon was sending through his head at the moment and he almost vomited. He held his middle and glanced up. "I said run, you idiot!" he almost screamed, and groaned as pain flashed through his head. "Get yourself into any room....and lock the door, barricade it if you have to...just get away." He didn't want to hurt Loki, not with his wide, almost trusting eyes that seemed to make the demon want him more. He closed his eyes and fought his inner demon with a strength he had rarely needed. ((OOC: haha, yeah...mine's crappy, and yours wasn't! We all get tired!))
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 7:43 am
Loki took a step back, confused by his masters actions. Run? Run from what? He leaned down a little and was about to try and comfort Brice when he yelled again. Loki's eyes widened as he stared into his masters, which kept shifting back and forth between brown, and blood red. His master said it again and that was enough to get him going, though he wanted to make sure the man was okay, he didn't want to disobey orders. And by the sound of his voice, it was an order. Loki turned and ran out of the living room. He went through the hallway and threw himself into the bedroom. Making sure he had locked the door tightly, Loki pushed one of the chairs (which was about the only thing he could move with his weak body) in front of the door and hoped that would be enough to stop whatever he was supposed to be stopping. After and long pause, the boy walked over to the bed and huddled in the center of it, hugging his knees to his chest. What happend? He thought to himself. It seemed as though Brice had wanted him, very badly, yet he made him leave. Why? He sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed and swinging his feet off of it. "Maybe he doesn't like me." he said softly to himself. It was a possibility. He sighed again, wondering what this would mean. No no. That wasn't right. If the man didn't like him he wouldn't of been staring at him like that. Loki shrugged it off. As long as his new master would have sex with him he really didn't care. He just wanted his body back to normal again. After about 10 minutes Loki hopped off the bed and went to the door, pushing the chair out from in front of it. He hadn't heard any noise since he came in here and he wanted to make sure Brice was okay. He opened the door a tiny bit and peeked out with one eye, wondering if it was safe. "Master?" he asked, way to softly to be heard. He cleared his throat. "Master are you all right?" he called loudly, hoping to be heard. He needed to make sure Brice wasn't in any danger. If Brice were to be found dead the blame would be entirely on Loki and they would execute him. Or worse. He shuddered and waited for an answer or some sign that he was okay. ((Ooc: biggrin I'll be home today so I can stay on a bunch! Woo!))
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 2:11 pm
Brice lay panting on the living room floor, his sides heaving from the force of his breaths. He felt as though he had just run a marathon uphill, and he was quite close to that assumption. Battling his instincts and his inner demon had drained his body of almost all energy and so, there he lay, resting. He lay his sweat dappled forehead against the cool floor and sighed. How the hell was he supposed to do this, with Loki living with him? He knew his brothers must have smelled him, that is, if they even saw him in person. His brother's wanted to torment him to no end, even from the demon realm. He hated those two. With a groan, he forced his body to move, his muscles screaming at him, but he stood and walked into the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. When he turned the faucet on, he stared at it for a moment. "******** it," he groaned and dunked his whole head under the icy cold stream, gasping as his hot flesh was instantly cooled, actual steam rising from him. He pulled his head away and splashed water on his face a few times before turning his head towards the water and slurping it straight from the faucet. The cool liquid soothed his throat and cooled his insides. After a moment he shut off the tap and stood bent over the sink, his hands braced against it. That was when he heard a voice and he snapped his head to look, his heart beating a little faster. Loki finally stepped into sight and Brice's lungs jerked in a gasp as he tried to control his body. "Loki..." he said, his voice low and clipped, his fists trembling. There was no way he could stop himself again if the demon attacked again. "Go change....cover yourself," he ordered and stormed over to the living room, sitting rigidly on the couch. He hated being so short with the boy, but he had to get himself in control first. And, he knew the moment he returned to his world, he was going to kill his siblings slowly, reveling in their screams. He had to explain what had just happened to him to Loki, but....how to explain that you weren't even human? The last Brice knew, it was the human's world where they reigned and didn't know about things like himself....but then again, the slave ring, that was something to do with the black market, right? Maybe people like Loki knew, so maybe it wouldn't bother him....but, just to be safe, Brice was going to explain it slowly to the boy.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 2:45 pm
Loki frowned and looked down at himself, then back at his masters dripping head. He was covered up. Or at least what he counted as covered. Sure the shorts were a little revealing but wasn't that a good thing? 'Well, not if you don't like what your looking at.' he thought to himself. Loki didn't move, however. He just stared. Whatever had been going on with his master earlier had apparently subsided, though he still seemed on edge. Eventually he just nodded and walked out of the room, murmuring a "Yes master." When he got back into the bedroom he made sure to push the chair all the way back to its previous position. The blond headed over to the closet once again and looked through the clothes. "Cover up, cover up" he repeated, as if the small chant would help him decide what to where. He finally made it back to the pants and exchanged them with his shorts. They were a little big on him, and the ends came down past his feet. Immediately his temperature rose at the hot clothes, and he could feel another heat flash coming on. But he didn't care, it was time to please Brice not worry about himself. He searched around until he found a coat, it was obviously for winter (it's currently the beginning of summer) but it covered well. He put the heavy thing on and buttoned it all the way up, then he pulled the zipper up over it. He took a look in the mirror to make sure everything looked okay. Well...he looked..covered at least. The mixture of the pants going over his feet (and threatening to fall all the way down of he didn't hold them up), the coat, which reached down to his knees and sleeves that went over his hands, he looked quite comical. Loki didn't care though, it was sure to please. He pulled the coat up a little so it went over his mouth and headed out into the living room once again. "Is this better master?" he asked, holding his arms out so Brice could get a good look. He was sweating underneath all the clothes but as long as it pleased the dark haired man he was fine with it. His curse could wait.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 3:28 pm
Brice was sitting on the couch with his head down, thinking of what to say when he heard Loki ask him a question. He turned to look at the boy and felt his jaw drop. A...coat..? And...those pants...Before he could help himself, he burst out laughing at the sight. What was the boy thinking dressing like that? Brice hadn't told him to put all that on! He gasped for breath, doubling over in pain as his stomach hurt from laughing so hard. "That's," he gasped out. "That's not what I meant!" He threw his head back, his laughter echoing off the walls as he tried to calm himself down. He stood up, his vision blurry with tears from his guffaws as he made his way over to Loki, and taking things into his own hands, he unzipped the jacket and pulled it off the boy, his shoulders still vibrating, but he tried to calm himself down due to the hurt look on the boy's face. He tossed the coat towards the couch, hearing it hit the floor, but he didn't care. Kneeling, he took one of Loki's pant legs and tugged it over his calf and cuffed it so it would stay up, repeating the same with the other. As he stood he noticed the boy trying to hold the pants up and snorted, but covered it with a cough. "That's better. I'll have to get you a belt for these pants...or just new pants." He liked the latter idea better. And, as much as he did, he didn't like the pants on the boy. He adored the way he looked in those so called shorts, with his pale flawless legs showing, and the bottom of his rear poking from underneath the material. He shivered pleasurably at the memory. But, he did tell him to cover up for his own safety. Now that his scent was blocked by the clothing, Brice felt better and could think. He made his way to the couch and plopped down on the soft cushions again. Brice waved for Loki to come and join him. "Listen, I know I've been screwing up...a lot," he added. It wasn't even the first hour and Brice was sure that he would have won an award for the most ******** in the world. "But...there's something you need to know about me." He took a deep breath and puffed it out between his lips. "I'm not human." It was better to blurt it out than beat around the bush, right? "I'm what humans would call a 'sex demon', or as we like to refer ourselves, an Incubus." He glanced at the blonde to look at his face before he continued. "I don't know how much you know about my kind, but, we're demons who literally feed on sex. The emotions, the energy, the aura a person gives out while having sex, that's our food. But, we can't feed off of two random people...going at it." He gestured wildly with his hands. "We have to be in on the action, participating in the act in order to eat. But....I'm not like the others of my kind. While they like to force people to feed them using rape, torture, what have you, I like a willing partner. I like the taste of joy and bliss. It's better than chocolate." Oh, he wanted to try that...but he was getting off course. "So...when I told you to run, it was because my instincts were telling me to ravage you right then and there, and the demon inside me...it likes it rough, if you know what I'm saying. So...I just want you to know, that it's not you, it's me." Gods he sounded like a cliche. "And if I get like that again, I want you to run, even if we're in public, I want you to get away from me and hide. Understand?" Oh he hoped the boy understood, or it would be an awkward moment. Even more awkward then when he was caught by his mother peeking in on his brothers feeding off one girl and was forced to join them....Well, maybe not that awkward...but it was a close second.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 8:50 pm
Loki, after getting over the embarassment of being laughed at for his choice in clothing, sat down on the couch and listen to everything Brice said. An Incubus hm? he thought to himself, I've heard about those a few times... When his master finished talking he folded his hands in his lap and stared at them. It was weird..but it kind of seemed like they were in the same position. In a way. "Not many of the other slaves have mention Incubus's. They've talked about other types of demons and creatures, but I think your kind are rare to own a slave. Since, like you said, your different from others and don't like to take by force." he said softly. This conversation was more then uncomfortable, and he wanted to end it. Another heat flash chose this moment to sweep over him, and he broke out in a light sweat, his cheeks turning a soft pink color. "Honestly master, do whatever you wish. That's what I am for, to serve you in whatever way you wish." He looked up at Brice with a knowing expression and sighed. "I understand you will need to have sex to survive. You shouldn't worry about me, even if you don't want to do it "rough" you still should do it to survive. Whenever you feel the urge you should.." he said, not exactly knowing what to say. "If you hurt me it's not that big a deal. I'm just a slave. I'm easily replacable, and you'll get all of your money back if I were to die. If you have the urge for it just do it it really wont bother me..." he said, his voice getting softer and softer. Now would be the best time to tell him about his own problem. "Actually I have my own little condition...It's kind of similar to yours." he said, almost in a whisper. He hated discussing his problem. It was embarassing and it made him feel dirty. "I was cursed..apparently at birth." he said, and then went off into detail about how it worked and when it would get bad enough to kill him. "See it didn't start till I was 10...I became a slave then, and lost my virginity then too. So I'm used to having sex. So whenever you need it alls you have to do is touch me. Anywhere, as long as its our skin touching I will instantly become "ready." He said, lowering his gaze more and more until he was staring at his hands again. "Of course this is only from day 4 till 7. The first few days it takes more to get it..but I'll still do it." he said.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 9:28 pm
Brice listened to Loki patiently the same way the boy had done for him, and he nodded in response. "Yes, Incubi are rarely seen in this world, that's why it's so rare to hear about us. But, sometimes we will take a slave to help us around the house, and maybe, if we're lucky, take back home. You see, we're only here for a short while. maybe a year or so, until we have to go back to our own realm. This is our rite of passage to become full adults, so we have to spend time away from our world and train, I guess you would say, at the art of getting...food." He hated the way that sounded. It made humans sound like they were nothing but something to use, and Brice, from what he'd heard of humans, liked them. Then, when Loki started talking again, he furrowed his brow. "Stop thinking like that," he said, his voice like a whip. "You are not some object to be used whenever and wherever I want. You are a living being, and you should be treated as such, or at least, I will be treating you that way. You are not replaceable, at least not in my eyes." He stood and began to pace in anger as he listened, then he stopped in shock. A....curse of sex? "I've heard of that..." he said slowly. Bringing a hand to his mouth, he tapped his lip in thought as he paced slowly. "It's a curse only a F'yarl would know....but why would one curse a baby?" He shook his head and got back to his rant. "I will only...do it...when and if you or I need it to survive, and nothing more." In this way, if he had to have sex, it would be for a certain, though a little impersonal, reason. He was a little sad at the thought of a boy so young being forced to do things he should have never known about, not even now. It should have been later than this. "So...." he turned to Loki with a questioning look in his eyes. He reached toward him slowly, letting the boy know he could object. "Do you need it now? Or can you live?" His stomach tried to gurgle, but he denied it. he had fed before he came, so he would be fine. He wanted to have this boy for more than a day though....and if he needed it, then....
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