Tango a’la Demon’ico

[Amaretta]

((OOC: Ama is a succubus. This thread will contain nudity and other sexual themes. just so you know))

In a rather seedy side of Radasanth near the port stood a tavern humbly entitled Sailors’ Resting. Like most taverns in this area, its normal patrons were sailors, dock workers, and others who did not make a lot of money. However, it was cleaner than most, so Amaretta had chosen it to be her base of operations for now. She’d secured a room upstairs, one of five the tavern kept for those patrons with a little extra money. At the moment, it was nearing 5:00 in the evening and soon the tavern would fill with a wide variety of men with whom she could play her games.

She sat on a stool by the bar, which was easily the cleanest piece of furniture in the entire establishment, and watched as men trickled in. Her legs were crossed at the knee (left leg over the right), causing her already short, red dress to ride up considerably. A single slit on the left side went nearly to her hip. With her legs crossed like they were, the outside of her left thigh was plainly visible. The material hugged her figure smoothly accenting the perfect curve of her hips and breasts. The top of the dress was cut low, giving a tantalizing view of cleavage. Thin straps hung loose over the outside of her shoulders, completely useless in terms of holding the dress up. They were for show only, but she knew it would have the desired effect.

As one’s eyes finally pulled themselves away from her chest, it would be seen that her face was delicately carved, with high cheekbones and blue eyes that could vie with Salvarian glaciers in their deep hue. Her lips were as red as fresh blood and perfectly proportioned. All this was framed by ebony hair that barely touched her shoulders. Subtle red highlights shone in her hair and a section of bangs fell saucily over her right eye. In length, the ebony locks barely touched her shoulders, leaving her profile completely undisturbed. The darkness of her hair contrasted sharply to the pale alabaster of her skin. Pale white though it was, it still had a healthy glow to it and was deliciously smooth to the touch. It was all a combination she had never tried before, but she was sure there was someone that would find it something to die for. It was for that man that she waited to show up at the Sailors’ Resting.

The tavern itself was well-kept. The floor was reasonably clean and few of the tables or chairs creaked two much. Like most taverns there was an abundance of tables and chairs. In the far left corner was the bar, but instead of running alongside the wall, this was set so the bar itself was at a diagonal, with both ends firmly attached to the walls. A door in the back wall behind the counter led into the kitchens. A large fireplace stood on the right side of the establishment. It had a few half-burned logs in it, but was presently unlit. It was not particularly cold this time of year and the proprietor saw no reason to burn fuel for the sake of appearances.

As Ama watched, the tables slowly started to fill. More than a few men turned her way. Some stared openly, while others tried to be more subtle. She drank it all in. She loved being the center of attention and even winked at a few of the more bold stares that came her way. Still, despite their open stares, none of the men that came in the door came to speak to her. That was alright; she figured after a few drinks at least one of them would get a little braver. At least she hoped so.

[Symbiosis]

As day rolled into night Baxter Arlington, Salvarian pen write, dragged his ruined boots through the gravelly road of the sea port. He was tired, bones weary and muscles aching as the clothing he wore looked ratted and torn. Thankfully, the outfit he wore was not the only one he owned. When he entered the inn nearby he would strip himself of the tattered rags and get a hot meal. That was only if his silent companion within his body would allow him.

The troubles Baxter was having as of late were a direct result of the demon the pen write knew of only as Symbiote. In a moment of drunken weakness, attempting to get over the loss of a woman, he made a deal with the devil to find a true soulmate. What he got instead was a demon who shares Baxter's very soul. Since that fateful day Baxter was dragged deeper and deeper through the muddy, murky, machinations of Symbiote. He had fought another demon human hybrid, was tossed head first into the Citadel, fought a ghostly knight that guarded Thole bridge, and the entire time was being constantly harassed and abused.

He supposed for a moment he could understand why. Symbiote had lost most of his body and power thanks to the workings of a very powerful wizard, who attempted to bound and seal the demon's soul in anything the man desired. Power like that frightened the pen write, and he could only imagine what damage was done to the demon while he fled the wizard.

Still, at the same time the Salvarian couldn't grasp why nobody knew the man's name. It just made such little business sense, but then again he was not a demon. And he was grateful for that fact every time he barely escaped a drastic situation.

"Place seems cozy," Symbiote muttered from within Baxter's chest. The essence of the demon swirled like a leviathan of legend, each coil of the slippery beast rummaging around his ribs as it snaked its way to his heart and wrapped around it, squeezing ever so gently.

"It does," Baxter replied dryly, knowing full well it would look awkward if he was noticed. At the current moment he was simply to tired to care. If not for the fact he was hungry he would have gone right to bed. "Did you want to pick a fight with a sailor and get us dragged out of town snarling and gnashing your teeth? Because if you do then I'll just move on and-"

"Shut up," Symbiote snapped. "Not every place I go to I want to trash and leave razed."

"I highly doubt that," Baxter replied. He sighed as he spotted a lively looking place and with a nod he crossed the distance quickly, the prospect of a bath and some fresh food appealing to him greatly. A bit of civilization would perk him up.

As to be expected, the inn, known as the Sailor's Rest, was filled with many patrons. They seeded the multiple round shaped tables like leaves on a tree, and Baxter smiled as he looked to the wenches who maneuvered flawlessly around the patrons with ease, avoiding prying hands as they lifted empty glasses and replaced them with fresh foaming goblets of ale. Symbiote seemed to swirl upwards within Baxter, looking out through the pen write's eyes like a cat on a window sill. Baxter whiffed the air, smelling the delicious flanks of steak that sizzled on the heating plate as a cook brought it forwards, and he closed his eyes envisioning his pallet engulfed with the juice, mixing so tenderly in harmony of the tough meat. Without thinking twice he flagged down a waitress and she smiled, twirling left and right so her skirt flowed side to side as she avoided chairs and drunks with the greatest of ease. When she arrived she passed a smile, three teeth rotting on her side making the demon flinch back in disgust. Baxter, who was a bit more accustomed to talking with people on a regular basis, made no indication her decay bothered him.

"What can I do 'fer ya?" She asked with a wink. Baxter smiled, then placed his order for room, bath, and food. She wrote down everything, quoted his price and he passed the gold over. Smiling again, showing another rotted tooth, she turned and gestured to the bar area. Baxter nodded as he made his way forward.

"Her teeth looked like a disease," Symbiote hissed in a whisper. Baxter said nothing, but not because the demon was wrong, but instead wishing to forget her ugly maw. He looked around the bar, finding an empty seat, and making way to approach there.

"Her on the other hand," The demon chuckled. Baxter looked to the right and found a slender, very nice set of legs a healthy pale that made her flow next to her red dress. The fabric left nothing but facts for his imagination to ponder, and the cleavage he could see looked like the edge of a mountain. Her hair draped over her face in an inviting manner, and though he tried his best not to gawk, her curling lips told him he was caught.

"Hmm, what's going on down here?" Symbiote teased as he swam to Baxter's lower regions.

"Stop that!" Baxter seethed through clenched teeth. The girl gave an impish smile as she turned to him, and Baxter sat upon the stool and looked dead ahead trying to avoid her gaze. He took a large breath to clear his mind, and the demon seemed to inhale with him. While Baxter exhaled the demon growled lowly causing the pen write to narrow his eyes in concern. Last time such a thing happened there was danger concerning the wizard who imprisoned Symbiote. Yet the he made no motions to prepare for the trouble, instead relaxing around Baxter's lower rib cage.

"I think you got a shot with her," Symbiote joked as he swam aimlessly within Baxter’s chest. “I bet if you ask her out she’d say yes.”.

"Why do you care, and why don't I believe you, and why in Hadia were you growling?"

"It was nothing to get concerned about, your lung poked me funny." He replied dryly. "Anyways, I'll help you with the lady. Think of this as my reward for you doing a good job as of late. You’ve been somewhat cooperative in making sure you don’t piss your pants every time we get into a scrap. Besides, when your pets behave you give them a treat, right?”

“I am no dog!” Baxter indignity snorted. He looked to see the woman was still casting eyes upon him, as if eating him up within her mind. Yet more than one pair of eyes was cast upon the pen write, and he felt a large shadow cast over him as a well built, if not slightly chubby, bartender gave him an off glance.

“You right in the head, son?” He asked in a low whisper, causing his large mustache to quiver like a dead possum.

“I assure you, I am quite sane,” Baxter reassured him. “Bordeaux wine, if you have any sir.” The tender looked to Baxter, his eyes studying him before he nodded his head and turned around. When he was not looking Symbiote swirled to press against Baxter’s chest.

“And one for the lovely lady of the evening who sits at the end of the bar!” The demon called out. Baxter looked down to his chest, eyes lighting up as the man nodded absent mindedly. Baxter glared daggers to the demon within him, sulking in his own chest as he slowly peered over his shoulder to see if the woman had heard the request. “Trust me, Binky boy,” Symbiote thought to Baxter.

“That’s what terrifies me,” The Salvarian whined in a soft murmur as he weakly smiled and waved like a dolt to the woman whose red dress matched his flushed cheeks.

[Amaretta]

Ama smiled to herself as she watched the young man come in. Like many of the rest he’d stared quite noticeably before making himself take a seat. Unlike the rest though, he did not keep stealing second, third, and fourth glances. Instead he stared straight ahead as though by ignoring her he could somehow make her disappear.

Fat chance…

She thanked the tender politely as he handed her the glass. She took a dainty sip of the wine and smiled appreciatively. Whoever the man was, he certainly had good taste in wine. She slid smoothly off her chair and walked over to the man getting her drink. As she moved, her hips swung seductively, but not overly so. She leaned against the bar beside him as she swirled the crimson wine in her glass gently before taking another sip.

“Very good choice of wine, sir. How did you know I liked red wines?” she asked with a wink. “Perhaps you are a mind reader? Or maybe you’re just lucky. Whatever the reason, thank you very much. My name is Amaretta, but I like Ama better.”

[Symbiosis]

Baxter looked to her eyes, his mouth slightly gaping as he made an attempt to swallow the drink in his hand. He looked to her gorgeous eyes, following her curled lips as he drank another sip, her tongue darting out ever so lightly and enticingly as she tapped the glass with her ring finger. As to be expected, she had no ring and making her intent clear she had no attachments she cared for. She made sure to swirl the drink as close to her breasts as possible, her smile never fading.

Binky boy, you’re gonna go blind if you stare for too long, Symbiote taunted into his left ear, a soft whisper in the wind to his mind. Baxter shook his head and quickly offered his hand to the woman, who’s flawless skin gently grasped his.

“The name is Baxter Arlington,” He replied to her lightly, a soft bit of what one could suppose was charm. He lifted her hand to his lips where he gently placed his lips upon her skin, and the euphoric sense he got tingling down his body from her pillow soft skin sent shivers up and down his body. Symbitoe seemed to ride the current, a dark chuckle as he moved with the sensation running rickshaw. “So, Ama,” He made sure to say her shortened name. “I uh, uh,” He got lost in her eyes again and Symbiote had to run his essence into Baxter’s ribs.

“Wine is good!” Baxter suddenly said to mask his yelp of pain. The woman looked to him oddly as the bar tender strolled by again, looking at Baxter.

“You sure you’re sane?” He asked again. Baxter gave him a dark look and the man lifted his hands defensively. Ama seemed to giggle to herself which brought a warm smile to his lips. They had talked, long into the night as young couples did when beginning the courting process. They discussed lands they have seen, adventures, and Baxter did his best to keep her interested in the things that she seemed to take joy in. Most of her travels seemed to take her to places in the world that one would question, (he mentally made sure to investigate exactly what a Lavinian Absinth bar was) but she was pleasant for conversation when compared to the demon sharing his soul.

They ate a meal together, and Baxter made sure to pay for the meal. He passed it off as being a gentleman and not wishing to look for reward. The woman gave him a hungry wolf like look for only a fleeting second, and Symbiote seemed to swirl around his heart making paces like a shark smelling blood. He tried his best to ignore the demon as he stood up, stretching his arms.

“Well, my lovely Ama, I do say this was a marvelous time, but I must be off to bed.” Baxter yawned a bit, reaching a hand to his mouth. As he was about to excuse himself he felt the demon surge forwards to his chest again.

“If you have no room perhaps I can share mine?” Symbiote blurted. Baxter’s eyes narrowed into dark slits of hate as he looked down upon his chest, cheeks flushing as red as Ama’s dress, but the girl simply smiled, reached her arms out and grabbed Baxter by the wrist with a slight wink and a knowing smile. She led him through the throng of people and Baxter felt like a teenager about to experience his first time, but to the outside it looked more like a wolf leading a sheep.

They reached the stairs and Baxter lifted his hands to his coat bringing out the paper that proved he paid for room. The bouncer, a gruff looking man with tiny cannons of cable like muscle and a chest that puffed out like a peacock cocked his head to the side at the sight of the two before shrugging and thumbing for them to climb the stairs.

“Have fun,” He chuckled to Baxter as he passed. The two moved swiftly up the stairs as Baxter headed to the farthest room, finding the key in the lock. He unlocked the door, pulled the key out and, thinking he was clever, showed her it with a goofy smile as he pocked it in his evening coat, patting it lightly.

Ama grinned like a devil as she pushed Baxter gently against the door, her lips rising to his as he felt her warmth on his skin. She hovered her mouth just centimeters from him, as if taking in every lustful sensation of the proximity. The pen write lost control of his composure as he gripped the woman in his arms, kissing her.

It. Was. Glorious!

He had never felt a pair of lips against his that seemed to envelope him, her tongue darting around like a professional fencer as she tugged on his jacket. One hand awkwardly fumbled for the door handle as he opened the creaking portal and was pushed deep into his room. He nearly tripped on the bearskin rug, a small nightstand next to a large bed fit for a queen. He felt her nails dig around his shoulders as her hands gingerly walked along his skin. With a soft flick the jacket came off in a fluid motion.

Not to be outdone, the Salvarian decided to utilize a skill that had made him famous with some of the woman back home. His hands moved around her back until he found the clasp that held her slinky dress on, and with a simple snap of his fingers it dislodged itself. Ama broke the kiss off to give him an impish smile, her lips curling in delight as she took one hand and dragged it carefully around the front of his torn buttoned shirt. Easily she gripped the hem and pulled down with ease, ripping it open and running her finger along his smooth skin like she was sizing up a piece of choice meat.

She stepped back, placing one hand upon his chest to prevent him from moving in, and with a seductive giggle she swished her hip to the left, then the right, and off the dress went. All she had left on was her undergarments, but her chest was fully exposed. Baxter could not contain himself as he lowered his mouth to her hands and began to kiss her arm all the way back to her neck, taking one hand to run through her hair and another to fondle her breasts.

He felt like he was in heaven, and his blood moved like a stampede of wild bulls. Symbiote swam with the current of blood, cackling with laughter that the Salvarian native chose to ignore. When the woman wrapped her leg around his waist he swam to the tip of Baxter’s brain, watching through the man’s eyes with nihilistic glee.

Ama was lifted by Baxter in a moment of pure passion, his hands reaching to just under her supple buttocks, bringing her in a twist to the bed where he serrated her with kisses all along her neck as he prepared to go even lower into foreign territory. Ama merely purred like a cat who’s belly was being rubbed, her finger’s gripping his hair and guiding him where she wanted his tongue to go.

Having fun, Binky boy? Symbiote asked.

Please, just once, leave me alone. Let me enjoy this! Baxter pleaded as he paused, causing a grunt of irritation from Ama. I, I do need this.

Do you love her?

No, but, I can’t get over this animalistic sense to just…just… He strained as his mouth enveloped one of her breasts.

Fuck her brains out sideways?

“Yes…” Baxter growled loudly. Ama let out a low moan of pleasure, her own soft growl combining with his.

Well, far be it from me to ruin a good time, but uh…nah…I won’t say it.

Good, Baxter thought dryly as he moved ever downwards to his prize. Ama’s legs twisted up as she shuffled on the bed to position herself better, resting her calves on his shoulders. He nuzzled against her soft skin, running his tongue down each and every nape of her skin.

Well…maybe I should, Symbiote thought loudly.

Whatever it is, say it and begone. Baxter was actually irritated and he let it show by gently biting Ama’s inner thigh. This she approved very much by wrenching his hair to look into her sultry eyes. She seemed to be loving this, and Baxter grinned back to her as she smiled with all her perfect teeth.

Okay then, Symbiote said softly. You’re about to have sex with a demon.

Baxter made way to the true prize when suddenly he stopped, his hands no longer gripping her breasts, nor holding her up. She shifted awkwardly, a loud grumble of displeasure as she lifted her head to look at Baxter. He looked into her eyes, seeing the hunger within them. Hunger that was outer worldly, and not at all human. This was lust alright. Lust born from only a demon.

Symbiote was right. And that was enough for Baxter to screech like a little girl as he fought to be free from the succubus.

[Amaretta]

Small talk, though pleasant, bored Amaretta, but she knew how to play her fish once it was on the line. She smiled and commented appropriately until at last the bid for bed was made. He seemed to surprise himself with the offer of his room, but she paid that no mind. More likely it was what had been in his head anyway; he just didn’t necessarily mean to say it out loud. Either way, it suited her purposes so she wasn’t about to turn down the offer.

She moaned softly as she thrilled to his touch, letting him take over after their initial kiss against the door. Her blood was already boiling impatiently, but there was no need to rush. Clearly this wasn’t his first time with a woman and for that she was actually pleased. It meant she wouldn’t have to teach him on the fly. She giggled lightly as he lifted her. She could feel the passionate lust filling him and longed for him to let go of his self-control. His lips sent tiny shudders of pleasure through her body filling her with anticipation.

Oooh yes...picking him was definitely a good choice… This is going to be a great –

Her thoughts cut off sharply when the most terrified screech of a small child suddenly filled her ears as Baxter pulled away. Puzzled she looked up at him.

“What the **** is wrong with you?”

She slowly sat up, watching him carefully. She didn’t want him to get away. She was already undressed and had him in a private room. She did not want to have to start the evening over again.

“Get away from me, demon!”

She raised an eyebrow at that and stood. She walked slowly toward him as he moved quickly aaway from her. “Demon?” she asked innocently, “What on Althanas gave you the idea that I’m a demon? I told you, I’m from Salvar. Come on back to bed. I promise I won’t bite. Unless you ask.”

“Then you’re a Salvarian Demon! I…I just know. Stay away!”

He moved to put the room’s single small table between them, but Ama jumped gracefully on top of it. She swung her hips as she walked, moving at the same slow, seductive pace. She squatted in front of him and caressed his face gently with one hand. One finger gently pressed against his lips to stifle his stammering.

“Shhhh, come now, have you ever even seen a demon to know what they look like? I can assure you I’m many times nicer than any demon. Better too.”

She bent forward and kissed him softly as she lowered herself to sit on the table, legs spread wide as she pulled him closer to her.

“Besides, I know you want me. I can see it in your eyes.” She paused as she leaned forward and whispered in his ear as she slid one hand all the way down form shoulder to groin, “I can feel it, too.”

Baxter relaxed for a moment as she kissed him, but then pulled away again as her hand squeezed briefly around him.

“NO! I said s-stay away!”

He bolted for the door but Ama moved faster and tackled him to the bearskin rug. She sat astride him and looked down at him. Leaning over him, she pinned his hands to the floor beside his head as she ground her hips against his lightly.

“Mmmmm, now this is more like it,” she grinned.

She looked into his eyes then cocked her head to one side pensively.

“Hmmmm, maybe you are crazy. Not that it matters, but it does explain you confusing me for a demon. So, are you crazy? I don’t need a bed to do crazy…”

She whispered the last few words as she leaned in to kiss him once more.

[Symbiosis]

Trapped and pinned under the control of the succubus Baxter whimpered, his tone not far off from a pathetic child begging for a toy they really wanted. He squirmed and shifted, trying his best to keep her lips from hers but each time their flesh met a small tingle of electricity seemed to make his blood move and he felt wholly powerless to stop her as her tongue began to do wicked things along his neckline.

Help me! Please! Baxter begged. He could feel Symbiote swirling in his chest back and forth, like he was in a hammock made between his ribs as his dark chuckling echoed deeply within the psyche of Baxter Arlington. Ama moved herself forwards, one knee pinning him as she leaned into his groin, her warmth making his head spin as she giggled, licking his ear.

You sure? I mean shit, I never see your blood move this fast unless you were screaming in a battle, she could do things for you ya know. Tricks and surprises that mortals cannot hope to achieve. You think her tongue in your ear is good, wait til drops to your co-

For the love of all that is still decent! Baxter’s thoughts warred within him as he had trouble concentrating even talking to the demon within his own chest.

I was gonna say collar, but hey, I’m sure she’ll get down to it eventually. Get it?

Yes, so damn clever, now will you please help me! The demon moved upwards, his essence swimming upstream to Baxter’s head, he felt very clouded in his mind as the demon looked to Ama through the human eyes of his possessed comrade. He shrugged, a motion Baxter could not tell, and swam back down to his chest.

I suppose, but it’d be a lot more painful if we did this too fast. Don’t want to give her the impression you’d blow your load in the first go. Before the pen write could retaliate Symbiote spoke up, his tone ushering a more submissive tune. But if it’s what you want, I can make it happen. Just look the girl in the eyes and tell her, Yes I do, pretty-pretty please with cherries on top.

“No!” Baxter blurted out with indignation, causing Ama to purr with laughter, her nose nuzzling his neck as she kissed her way down to his chest. Symbiote laughed as Baxter whimpered, feeling her bite his nipple as she scratched his chest playfully, but causing dark red lines to form.

“No? You sure you don’t want this?” Amaretta whispered in a dark tone, her eyes looking upon him with mischief so dark in intention he could feel the goose bumps on his flesh. She looked so desirable, so tasty…maybe he would not ask for Symbiote’s help...

“Yes,” Baxter whimpered. “I do.” The succubus’ eyes lit up with joy, her hips already moving swiftly, far swifter than a humans, as her fingers went to his neck, softly squeezing as she got into position to literally rock his poor world. “Pretty-pretty please…” He wheezed. Ama growled with pleasure as she was nearing him, her hands ripping his belt right off with ease. “With…cherries on top.”

The demon stopped, her hips slowing down as she gave him an odd look, before they narrowed in suspicion. The succubus leaned closer, her hands around his throat tightening a bit as she peered into his eyes. When they rolled back into his head she grinned, thinking he was about to pass out, before she heard something not normal in her playtime activities.

Baxter’s chest snapped, a bopping sound of bones breaking as his muscles rumbled and gave out several spasms as they ripped and grew. His mouth opened, jaw distending like the maw of a terrible beast, his teeth elongating into the fangs of a terrible beast as his tongue curled out like a coiling snake, saliva dripping in a spider-web off his teeth. Her eyes went wide as his left hand gripped her wrist around his throat, matching her strength as his right hand grabbed her throat easily in the other hand. The two struggled as Ama was pushed back, rolling so Baxter was on top of her, but his chest had grown, as did his arms.

“What…the…fu-“ Ama breathed as the beast roared in challenge, a primal call of the animal as Baxter’s eyes turned into milky, soulless orbs that seemed to peer at her. His pants he wore were ripped to accommodate the new power surging through his enlarged legs. He lifted the girl up and the demon’s maw grinned, sickly.

“I like it ROUGH!” The human shouted, but the voice belonged to something far more confident, and full of sinister intent. He turned easily and through her one handed over the table to the floor, laughing as Symbiote was fully unleashed.

[Amaretta]

Ama rubbed at her throat ruefully as she got to her feet quickly. She stared, wide-eyed, at the creature before her. This was most definitely not the same human she had been so close to seducing only moments ago. Her throat would bear a bruise from the grip that had been around it and she would not be surprised to find other bruises from her tumble over the table. But such was a risk when taking on any form other than her natural form. She thought briefly about reverting to her true form, but she wasn’t sure that she would have the time necessary to do it. For the first time in a long time, Amaretta was actually frightened.

“What the ******** is going on!? Who are you?”

She hurled the words angrily across the room as she backed up to the wall. She wanted as much distance between her and this new version of Baxter as she find. At the moment, she desperately wished she could use her magic abilities whenever she wanted, but that wasn’t possible. It was a part of her curse that she could only access her dark powers when in her true form. She watched, fearful, as Baxter walked around the table toward her. She slid along the wall toward the window, desperately trying to figure out something to do. The grin on his face was like nothing she’d ever seen before on a human. Then it dawned on her.

“What the ******** ****** kind of ******** demon are you!?”

She stared trying to figure out exactly what stood before her. It would make all the difference for whether she even had a chance of defending herself. Even her in her true form she was severely weakened. She looked around the room, trying to find something to defend herself with, but there was nothing she could use. She couldn’t get to the door either, he was much too close. A breeze stirred the curtains at the window and hope lit up her eyes.

The window! If I can just transform I can jump out of this window and fly away. OH *******!!

In her observations of the room and her former victim she had neglected to keep moving. Baxter’s demon-strengthened arm pinned her roughly to the wall beside the window. She kicked wildly at him as she gripped his arm, trying to hold herself up a little better as he lifted her off the floor. She turned her face away, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she braced herself for whatever he might do to her. After a moment though, she opened her eyes and realized that he was sniffing her.

What the heck? Now’s my chance… I have to at least try.

She closed her eyes again and concentrated on her form. If Baxter was paying attention, he would see her skin become almost translucent and somewhat shimmery. Then it began to darken until it was almost black. A tail sprouted from the base of her spine and curled around his left leg as her nails grew into long claws. Her hair grew down to her waist and turned white as snow in a matter of seconds. A pair of narrow, black skinned wings with spikes on the tips, unfurled from her back. Her frame stretched to her natural height of 5’6”. When she opened her eyes they were blood red.

“My turn…”

She placed one hand against his chest and unleashed a tiny shock of dark energy. Not enough to hurt him really, but to push him back. She glared angrily at him as she stepped in front of the window. The light of the full moon washed over her practically naked figure, lighting up the blue lines that ran all over her arms, legs, stomach and breast. There was hardly more than 2 inches of skin that was not covered in runic lines. She flexed her hands as she stared down her attacker.

“Now, what were you saying about liking things “rough?”

[Symbiosis]

Just as Symbiote took over Baxter had regretted his choice. The woman/demon thing was incapable of fighting against his current form, and she seemed to be live a frightened livestock in a slaughter house. Yet instead of expecting the usual banter Symbiote gave to a prey on the chase, he instead sniffed the air. There was a lot of oddity in how he went about it, eyes narrowing as they went back and forth in the room. As he ponderously stepped forwards Baxter felt inclined to ask the demon.

Not that this is a good time, but what is wrong with you? Normally you're all gun hoe and firing all cannons. Not that I'm complaining or anything mind you, but perhaps we should leave her alone? Now that we know she won’t cause us any harm we could perhaps call a truce and, More sniffing, like a dog on a trail as Symbiote let their tongue slither outwards, the saliva dripping from each tooth of his ugly maw, a deep breath entering his lungs. The wood creaked under his heavy mass, and for a moment Baxter pondered if they would collapse through it to the kitchen below, but what happened next startled even the Pen Write.

Symbiote merely lightly grabbed the woman’s throat, and sniffed her. His rumbling died for a moment, instead replaced by a soft grumble from his throat and a confused look. Baxter felt the demon’s essence process information, something in this fight suddenly keeping him calmer instead of the usual chaos he created. He had half expected him to be taunting the woman, beating her into submission, but instead he just…sniffed her.

What in the name of the Thayne’s are you doing? Baxter at last snapped. Symbiote swirled around Baxter’s heart like a coiling snake, gripping it in a protective manner. He grumbled his reply, something the Salvarian native had trouble hearing correctly, and then he narrowed his eyes on her.

Before Baxter could inquire the woman suddenly pushed him back with force, a bolt of magic leaving her fingertips with a pop, his body soaring in the air as the demon fell backwards onto the table, crushing it under his weight. The succubus let out a retort of fun before Symbiote snarled with rage, grabbing a piece of the table and tossing it at the wall obliterating it leaving a large crack in the foundations. He scrambled to his feet as she turned to fly, long leathery looking wings unfolding as she punched the window open. Her body looked like a sanguine angel’s, save the lizard like tail that whipped around her like a mistress’ whip. She gave a parting kiss, winking with those otherworldly eyes and turned to leave.

“WIZARD CUNT!” Symbiote snarled as his body scrambled to his feet. Baxter felt the blood in his feet speed up, muscles tightening as the he prepared to launch himself forwards with a mighty leap. In the span of the jump he crossed the room, grabbing the demoness by her tail with one clawed hand, the other bracing against the wall as she flew out the window and crashed against the outer wall of the Inn. She shrieked in rage and pain as Symbiote dragged her back in easily, her frail looking frame slipping through the window as the demon gnashed his teeth at her.

“I thought her leaving was a good thing!” Baxter whimpered, realizing that it would not be much longer before the guards heard something. That was assuming they had not already done so. Yet Symbiote’s demeanor had changed as he sniffed the air one last time, watching the succubus stand to her feet as she curled her perfectly white fanged teeth into an impish smile, lifting her hand.

The demon moved quickly as a ball of energy lanced out, the size of her closed fist nearly taking his head out. Laughing she leapt forwards, gliding in the air on her wings until she jumped him, feet firmly planted on his hips, grabbing her tail and wrapping the appendage around Baxter’s throat. She pulled tightly upwards, and Baxter felt his lungs collapsing as he began to gargle for breath.

Give me total control Baxter, splitting the body isn’t working! Baxter was weary, and he knew that at this rate the demon was not out to screw him. Besides, something within his essence was different, a panic almost that made Baxter cautious, but trusting of the demon. With a weak nod he shoved his own conscious into the back of his soul, letting the demon come to the fore.

“What the…” Amaretta muttered as the demon hunched and stood, releasing the whip around his throat. Instead one hand grabbed her hair and yanked as the other grabbed her leg. With a bit of a struggle he managed to throw her onto the bed, snapping the legs as it collapsed with a loud crash. The demoness bounced on the mattress into the corner of the room, head hitting the chamber wall with a thud as she woozily rolled to her feet while Symbiote fought for breath to enter his lungs.

“You’re in league with the wizard!” Symbiote snarled with menace as he began to stumble forwards. Ama merely rose elegantly to her feet lifting up a piece of the bed like a makeshift club.

“You’re crazy! What the hell are you talking about?” She swung the club and hit him square in the knee, tripping him with a yelp as his eyes bulged. His hand lifted out, grabbing a broken table leg and bringing it forward. The two wooden pieces collided and shattered from the impact, splinters raining down upon them. Both scrambled at each other, Symbiote’s massive hand raking her stomach as she rolled away to try and get behind him. He felt her foot lift up and hit his spine hard, his body lurching forwards and smacking into the wall. He bounced back and stumbled, eyes watering as he shook the cobwebs free. The succubus returned with a drop kick, both feet hitting him square in the shoulders shoving him into the wall again, cracking the wood and making a few bits of the wall collapse in a dusty haze.

When he stumbled back again he turned, arm swinging wildly in the turn as he felt out. When he touched something solid he closed his hands tightly. He smiled realizing he grabbed her foot, anticipating the third strike and letting her suffer the consequences of her aggression as her body met the wall.

“You reek of His magic, whore demon! Now tell me what I want to hear! Where is He? Who is the wizard? Tell me His name!” Symbiote barked.

[Amaretta]

Ama stifled a groan as she got to her feet. This was not how she had intended to spend the night. She should’ve have been riding the man into insensibility, instead she was fighting for her life.

“What the ************** are you talking about? What wizard?” she demanded as she stepped forward. As she did a cloud slid away from the full moon outside. The light shone brightly through the open window, bathing her in the light. In that moment, thousands of tattoo-like blue lines lit up. They covered nearly every inch of her body. She pushed a stray strand of white hair back over her long ears. Her chest, still devoid of anything remotely resembling clothing, heaved as she fought to gain her breath. She paid no attention to the lines in her skin. She had grown accustomed to them and no longer worried about them.

His eyes widened as he saw the lines in her skin light up, “You filthy *****! Those are his work!”

“Stop it! I don’t know who the hell you’re talking about, but the only wizard I’ve ever run into was attacking me! You see these lines? They haven’t always been here. They didn’t show up until after I escaped from a crystal coffin that a jealous wizard put me in.”

She paused for a moment, waiting to see his reaction. When he didn’t attack her further she went on.

“The only wizard I’ve ever seen would be like 70 something now. Around 50 years ago I seduced a young wizard. It was a marvelous night,” she said with a smile, “but he didn’t get that I wasn’t into relationships. I’m still not for that matter. Anyway, when he caught me with another man he got insanely jealous. He used his magic to whisk me away to a tiny island with no inhabitants. He tortured me, then encased me in crystal and left me. A few months ago, my crystal coffin was shattered when a greedy necromancer removed the ruby the wizard had used to seal the crystal spell. I don’t know what wizard you’re talking about and I don’t even remember my wizard’s name. He may not have told me a name. I don’t know and quite frankly I don’t care. All I was interested in was a good lay. Now that you’ve ruined that, I have better things to do than fight you.”

She watched him closely as she walked warily over to where her dress had fallen on the floor and picked it up. The demon within Baxter glared after her, but she no longer cared. She just wanted to end this. Perhaps there was still time to find someone else to screw.

Keeping her eyes on him lest he should attack her again, Amaretta quickly donned the red dress and refastened it. She knelt and picked up her shoes quickly. As she stood she reached behind her for the doorknob and opened the door. It was not until she had stepped out into the hallway and closed the door that she relaxed.

This form simply will not do…

Focusing intently, she changed her appearance once more. Her wings and tail shrunk and melted into her body. Her claws and long ears shortened to a typical human standard. Her white hair turned black as she shortened her frame to be about five feet tall. When she opened her eyes they had changed to a rich, chocolate brown. Ama put her her shoes back on then descended the stairs to the tavern. Fortunately, no one had been through the hallway while she was changing forms.

A few minutes later she had taken a seat on a handsome young man’s knee. One arm draped around his shoulders, while in the hand of the other she held a martini. Both laughed as he and his friends chatted and joked through the night. Preferring to live in the now, Amaretta was already putting the unpleasantness of Baxter and his demon behind her. After all, he was far from being the only man available for her to play with.



((exit Amaretta. Do what you want with this, but I'm tired of waiting. So.. I'm out.))