Impregnating a Demon
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
2
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3,399
Reviews:
3
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The hunt begins
Yetan slowly looks to where the voice is coming from squinting as his sight is not very keen in the darkness, "whats this now, another midnight walker...no matter this is not your problem" Yetan very suspishous oh this whole ordeal takes two steps back from the voice and Damion. The being in the shadows gave a soft chuckle as he heard the all to overused phrase of ' if you know whats good for you' .... he just smirked in the darkness and kept his eyes to the stars whilst he thought and spoke "What is good for me? I know what is good for me, but do you? " He spoke with a sneer and snicker to his voice as he tried hard to keep focused upon the stars, his gut telling him though that trouble was afoot.... Damion's eyes narrow as something about the voice in the darkness strikes a cord with him. He has heard the voice before, but can't remember from where. He stands up annoyed that his revere was disturbed by the two people that invaded his privacy. A muffled click can be heard as he snaps his teath together in annoyance. His hand goes to the hilt of his yet unseen sword and feels it humm, warning him that a demon is close by. Damion is instantly on guard. Giving a small sigh Yetan knows he is going to be dragged into this squabble, His eyes fixed on Damion's un-idle paw he takes a deep breath and proceeds to bringing his right hand behind his back to hold on his boa staff. Standing calmly he slowly makes his stance to a left leg forward right leg behind trying to refrane from any sudden movements to trigger a un-need attack.
The being in the shadows went quiet, but not of fear, but of thinking he had one their little squabble and the rightto sit peacefully once again on the bench in the darkness to admire the beauty that was the night sky. 'Something is not right here. One or both of these two is a demon.' Damion thinks to hisself. "Alright, I am gonna count to 3 and whoever is still here when I get to 3 is gonna feel the sharp end of SoulReaver." Out from the shadows Damion pulls a large obsidion blade that hums and glows with otherworldly power, a threatening glint in his eyes that are turning more red then gold. Yetan's facial expression still un-phased but his tail flares with fear, Yetan on sight of the blade realizes 'these 2 people are not human at all', un-wanting to risk his life for nothing he un-grips his staff and brings up both hands palm forth as he says with hesitation "Hay now, im not here for a knife fight" as he backs of the paved walkway onto the grass. As the lights snap on, Damion freezes. Suddenly everything makes sence, the voice, the memories, the warning from the blade. He had met this demon before. The fight that had ensued had left both of them bloody, battered and close to death. It had changed Damion forever both emotionally and physically. The ears, tail, horns, fur and the animalistic face hidden by the mask were all a result of the encounter. Damion swore revenge, but didn't expect it to come quite so soon. A low snarl rumbels up from his throat. He turns to Yetan. "Join me, or suffer your worse nightmare boy!" With that, the shadows duspurse and his mask is flung aside to reveal what he had spent so many years hiding. "Boy!" Snarls Yetan, as he quickly un-sheaths his 5 foot boa staff from his back,though Yetan is convinced this was his best bet for self preservation he retaliates "Your lucky im feeling generous" keeping his pride in tacked. His Leather armor begins to glow a brilent orange glow from the seams as it seemingly un-ages in seconds. "But why should I help YOU!" as he faces the hooded stranger taking sides with the question still in the air.
glycol_sardius: He sighed and grumbled a little, his cloak and hood falling off, but not like clothing, instead it seperated into his 6 eight inch thick tentacles, which flowed behind him as if suspended in water.... "well well well Damion...So...Good to see you....and you look so well! Though I must be honest, I had hoped that when I force fed you those draconic souls that it would disfigure you, not beautify you!" He snickered out, remembering the fight with a twinge of pain as he had at one time had 10 tentacles...having lost 4 in that fight with damion .... "Well it seems you have made a new friend, someone who just doesnt know what he is up against. " He grinned and his Tentacles whipped off into hte trees,bushes and gras and trees growing up in a 5 foot thick wall around were he had been standing, the street lights all blacking out at once, and in that millionth of a second of twilight while hte lights went out and darkness took over, he sped off into the woods using his tentacles like grappling hooks and vines. But before he had left, he had one last thing to say... "I would love to stay and chat my Dear Damion, But I must go as I do not feel like fighting this most beautiful night. Good Eve. "
"DAMNIT!!" shouts Damion, furious that the demon Gly was getting away from him, his chance for revenge slipping through his fingers. He turns his snarling face to Yetan. "Either fallow me or stay here. Your choice. If you follow, I guarentee I will make it worth you while. I can not win on my own, I have tried." With that, Damion takes off after the demon, his movements unnaturally fluent. Rasing a brow at the though of riches he takes of after the sent of Damion's demonic ora, His tail flailing up and down fuerously agents his traveling speed. As the sent gets weaker Yetan's two leather cufflinks on his legs glow with with same orange glow as his body picks up speed as he races to assist with only a small lingering though of whats going to happen in the back of his mind. Gly kept going, faster and faster, grinning to himself as he knew the fools were following him, and knowing that he was just far enoguh ahead that if damion wanted to continue following, he would have to track by scent.... So he dropped his own Technological innovation against scent hunters, the little baseball sized orbs exploding as they landed, wafting the area in a lack of any scent at all as he then sped off quicklyin a different direction, slowly doubling back around and eventually landing back in the park where he recloaked himself and walked off into the semi empty nighttime city. Damion hits the pocket of unnatural nothingness in the smell department, and stops. He pulls his sword out once more, holding it slightly aloft, using it like a devining rod to see if he can locate Gly. he slowly turns in a circle feeling the vibrations of his sword which is not tuned into the demonic aura of Gly. 'Tricky Gly, heading back to the city, eh? Well, I will find you, but for now, morning is coming. The hunt restarts tomarrow night.' Damion turns back to the city himself so wrapped up in the thrill of the chace and of what the next night will hold that he doesn't notice the slowly cooling hard-on in his pants. 'well, gotta go find the kid then.' Off he goes the way he came in hopes of finding Yetan, so the boy doesn't get too lost.
Getting in visual sight of Damion, Yetan Begins to Stop with both boots forth unsettling a cloud of now airborne dirt. Panting he opens his mouth "The sent ended, What now?" Brushing his dark hair back his leather breastplate appears to be as in just as rough condition as it started he takes a deep breath and he appears like he had'ent ran at all. "It is gitting light out Yetan, and I don't know if you have noticed, but I am not exactly someone that blends in with a croud. I am going home to rest and begin the search tomarrow night." Damion walks off in the direction of his appartment located a few blocks from the park, picking up his mask and putting it back on as he passes it, his shadows reforming arround him.
Naosu Parsons: Coughs and looks around..."I was not suppose to be here over night, and seams like you need my help, might as start my 'worth your while' with a roof for today?" Yetan says with a hint of greed in his voice. "If your hiring me, we might as well stay together" he explanes as he walks with Damion not waiting for an answer but telling Damion He's stuck with him. Damion eyes Yetan as he walks wondering just how much of an intrudence this person was gonna be, but decides that if he gets too much of an annoyance, he could always kill him. "Whatever" is all that Damion says as he leads Yetan to an appartment building and up to the 4th floor. There he unlocks the door and enters a small appartment. Going over to the closet, he pulls out a blanket and pillow and points to the couch, "You can sleep there. Don't make loud noises and don't touch anything." With that Damion goes into his bedroom and shuts the door, locking it and goes to sleep.
*************Meanwhile***********
Gly wandered off deeperinto the city, heading for his unlisted Penthouse in Groflok Tower, takinghte elevator up and into his hhome to relax and rest, and begin making plans to move himself and his stuff as soon as possible, but for now he relaxed and crawled into his downy soft bed, shifting slightly and falling fast asleep to sleepthrough the day...
The being in the shadows went quiet, but not of fear, but of thinking he had one their little squabble and the rightto sit peacefully once again on the bench in the darkness to admire the beauty that was the night sky. 'Something is not right here. One or both of these two is a demon.' Damion thinks to hisself. "Alright, I am gonna count to 3 and whoever is still here when I get to 3 is gonna feel the sharp end of SoulReaver." Out from the shadows Damion pulls a large obsidion blade that hums and glows with otherworldly power, a threatening glint in his eyes that are turning more red then gold. Yetan's facial expression still un-phased but his tail flares with fear, Yetan on sight of the blade realizes 'these 2 people are not human at all', un-wanting to risk his life for nothing he un-grips his staff and brings up both hands palm forth as he says with hesitation "Hay now, im not here for a knife fight" as he backs of the paved walkway onto the grass. As the lights snap on, Damion freezes. Suddenly everything makes sence, the voice, the memories, the warning from the blade. He had met this demon before. The fight that had ensued had left both of them bloody, battered and close to death. It had changed Damion forever both emotionally and physically. The ears, tail, horns, fur and the animalistic face hidden by the mask were all a result of the encounter. Damion swore revenge, but didn't expect it to come quite so soon. A low snarl rumbels up from his throat. He turns to Yetan. "Join me, or suffer your worse nightmare boy!" With that, the shadows duspurse and his mask is flung aside to reveal what he had spent so many years hiding. "Boy!" Snarls Yetan, as he quickly un-sheaths his 5 foot boa staff from his back,though Yetan is convinced this was his best bet for self preservation he retaliates "Your lucky im feeling generous" keeping his pride in tacked. His Leather armor begins to glow a brilent orange glow from the seams as it seemingly un-ages in seconds. "But why should I help YOU!" as he faces the hooded stranger taking sides with the question still in the air.
glycol_sardius: He sighed and grumbled a little, his cloak and hood falling off, but not like clothing, instead it seperated into his 6 eight inch thick tentacles, which flowed behind him as if suspended in water.... "well well well Damion...So...Good to see you....and you look so well! Though I must be honest, I had hoped that when I force fed you those draconic souls that it would disfigure you, not beautify you!" He snickered out, remembering the fight with a twinge of pain as he had at one time had 10 tentacles...having lost 4 in that fight with damion .... "Well it seems you have made a new friend, someone who just doesnt know what he is up against. " He grinned and his Tentacles whipped off into hte trees,bushes and gras and trees growing up in a 5 foot thick wall around were he had been standing, the street lights all blacking out at once, and in that millionth of a second of twilight while hte lights went out and darkness took over, he sped off into the woods using his tentacles like grappling hooks and vines. But before he had left, he had one last thing to say... "I would love to stay and chat my Dear Damion, But I must go as I do not feel like fighting this most beautiful night. Good Eve. "
"DAMNIT!!" shouts Damion, furious that the demon Gly was getting away from him, his chance for revenge slipping through his fingers. He turns his snarling face to Yetan. "Either fallow me or stay here. Your choice. If you follow, I guarentee I will make it worth you while. I can not win on my own, I have tried." With that, Damion takes off after the demon, his movements unnaturally fluent. Rasing a brow at the though of riches he takes of after the sent of Damion's demonic ora, His tail flailing up and down fuerously agents his traveling speed. As the sent gets weaker Yetan's two leather cufflinks on his legs glow with with same orange glow as his body picks up speed as he races to assist with only a small lingering though of whats going to happen in the back of his mind. Gly kept going, faster and faster, grinning to himself as he knew the fools were following him, and knowing that he was just far enoguh ahead that if damion wanted to continue following, he would have to track by scent.... So he dropped his own Technological innovation against scent hunters, the little baseball sized orbs exploding as they landed, wafting the area in a lack of any scent at all as he then sped off quicklyin a different direction, slowly doubling back around and eventually landing back in the park where he recloaked himself and walked off into the semi empty nighttime city. Damion hits the pocket of unnatural nothingness in the smell department, and stops. He pulls his sword out once more, holding it slightly aloft, using it like a devining rod to see if he can locate Gly. he slowly turns in a circle feeling the vibrations of his sword which is not tuned into the demonic aura of Gly. 'Tricky Gly, heading back to the city, eh? Well, I will find you, but for now, morning is coming. The hunt restarts tomarrow night.' Damion turns back to the city himself so wrapped up in the thrill of the chace and of what the next night will hold that he doesn't notice the slowly cooling hard-on in his pants. 'well, gotta go find the kid then.' Off he goes the way he came in hopes of finding Yetan, so the boy doesn't get too lost.
Getting in visual sight of Damion, Yetan Begins to Stop with both boots forth unsettling a cloud of now airborne dirt. Panting he opens his mouth "The sent ended, What now?" Brushing his dark hair back his leather breastplate appears to be as in just as rough condition as it started he takes a deep breath and he appears like he had'ent ran at all. "It is gitting light out Yetan, and I don't know if you have noticed, but I am not exactly someone that blends in with a croud. I am going home to rest and begin the search tomarrow night." Damion walks off in the direction of his appartment located a few blocks from the park, picking up his mask and putting it back on as he passes it, his shadows reforming arround him.
Naosu Parsons: Coughs and looks around..."I was not suppose to be here over night, and seams like you need my help, might as start my 'worth your while' with a roof for today?" Yetan says with a hint of greed in his voice. "If your hiring me, we might as well stay together" he explanes as he walks with Damion not waiting for an answer but telling Damion He's stuck with him. Damion eyes Yetan as he walks wondering just how much of an intrudence this person was gonna be, but decides that if he gets too much of an annoyance, he could always kill him. "Whatever" is all that Damion says as he leads Yetan to an appartment building and up to the 4th floor. There he unlocks the door and enters a small appartment. Going over to the closet, he pulls out a blanket and pillow and points to the couch, "You can sleep there. Don't make loud noises and don't touch anything." With that Damion goes into his bedroom and shuts the door, locking it and goes to sleep.
*************Meanwhile***********
Gly wandered off deeperinto the city, heading for his unlisted Penthouse in Groflok Tower, takinghte elevator up and into his hhome to relax and rest, and begin making plans to move himself and his stuff as soon as possible, but for now he relaxed and crawled into his downy soft bed, shifting slightly and falling fast asleep to sleepthrough the day...