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Under 18's: As this is the internet, I'm not gonna waste my time telling you not to read this because I'd be wasting text, but just don't do anything stupid.....all I'm gonna say.

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Marvel sat in the lounge, gulping his whiskey and staring at the fire, his mind was possessed with thoughts of her, of him inside of her. The way she had said his name, she'd seen his eyes and instead of looking terrified, she had looked worried. He was entirely naked and in his true form; red, horns out, fangs extended, tail swishing lazily at his side, and claws exposed and stroking himself slowly. The pounding on the door was becoming truly irritating.

"Butler...could you get that! Now!" He shouted in his deep demonic voice, his arm resting lazily behind his head. Butler ran across the room with haste, and to the front door. Marvel heard indistinct voices, and then shouting. Loud, aggravating shouting. A voice he recognized.

"MARVEL!" Fiana's shrilly voice was unwanted at this hour. None the less, she came rushing into his lounge as if she lived there.

"Fia my love, to what do I owe the pleasure?" he smiled at her sarcastically, there was only one reason she would show up here; Nel. She finally came to a halt and silence fell when she saw him in his full form, naked and glistening red in front of him, sipping his whiskey, not caring the slightest that her eyes were ever so fixed on his half erect cock. "Like what you see? Maybe I can give your daughter a VIP tour." He winked at her, thrusting his hip forward once to explain what he meant.

"You stay away from her!" She shouted through furious tears, charging at him with fury and fists lifted. He caught her fist mid-air before it hit him and held her there, she was a good head shorter than him. He placed the empty whiskey glass on the table beside him, and then turned fully to Fiana, leaning closer, the intimidation very real and taking effect immediately. She ought to know her place by now.

"Darling...you know how this game works by now. I see, I take, He owns. There's no reason for you to be such a lunatic about it. Unless you have reason to be. Why are you so riled up Fiana? What has she said to you? Or done?" He whispered seductively in her ear, still holding her in place. She tried to pull away as he called her out, but he simply pulled her closer, his tail wrapped around her thigh and made its way upward. "You want to be very careful about your answer."

He looked deep into her eyes, and saw the truth and grinned as wide as he could. "She's beginning to like me isn't she." There was a long silence. A confirmation if anything.

"Please Marvel." She begged. "Not her, you can have anyone else. I'll help you get them, just make a deal with him, tell him to leave her alone. Please! I'll do anything." Hot tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. Marvel leaned in and licked them away for her.

"You were always my favourite Fia, but I can't. Not this time." He rebuked, his tail stroking her thigh. Her face went from sad to worse and then finally to angry.

"Why not!" She growled through gritted teeth. He tightened his grip on her and dug his gaze into hers deeper, more demanding.

"Because she isn't his Fia. She's a Vendangeli...and she will be mine." He affirmed. Fiana's expression grew diminutive.

"You asshole! You devil! How dare you!" she screamed, bursting into a vicious outrage, trying to free her hands so she could slash and punch him, but he had a firm grip on her. He pushed her backwards against the pillar where he could have better control over her and very gracefully started to choke her. For once, he didn't enjoy it, there was pain in his eyes as he watched her. His tail slipped under her dress and into her cunt, and he moved it in and out, watching her face grow numb and submit to the pleasures he offered her.

"I still remember you the first time I laid eyes on you Fia. Young and delicate, but the strongest voice in that bar, singing like a queen. When he told me to bestow you, I hesitated Fia, I really did." He began, she had calmed down considerably, so he slid his hand down to her elder flower, and parted its lips. He massaged her clit like he did the first time, she had been and always would be the only woman who knew his intensions and still went with him. "But you saw right through me. You knew who I was right away. And still, when I came over to you and offered you a drink you accepted, knowing that I'd put something in that drink."

Still choking her ever so slightly, so she wouldn't fade away too soon, he masturbated her passionately. "You told me I could do whatever I wanted with you because you had nothing to live for and you needed someone to take your life into their hands. And I did. Reluctantly." Slowly, they both slid down the pillar and landed on the floor.

"You told me that you were mine before I even asked it of you. You begged me. You showed me the pleasure of duality Fia, and I want that now. But I can't have that with you." His fingering became faster as she began fighting against his hand on her throat, wanting to moan, her pelvis began rocking with his movement inside her. "You belong to him, I need someone who belongs only to me Fia, and she...Nel...." he leaned over her and kissed her, pressing a little harder on her throat now. "Your daughter. She's perfect."

He moved his tail deeper inside her, twirling it around her G-spot, which he knew better than anyone where it was. He could see her face and tell she was close to orgasm, though she was still attempting to breath, this was the last gift he could give her. "But you wouldn't let me have her as long as you remain here Fia. So I think it's time I set you free."

His fingers rubbed over her clitoris swiftly just as his tail thrust inside her, and the last thing he felt was her jolting pelvis and the rush of her orgasm spill over his tail and run out of her still warm body, before her gaze became as empty as his heart.

He got up, turned back to the fire and went to sit down. On his way there he picked up the whiskey and his glass in one hand, and licked the last remaining scent of Fiana off his fingers. Once he was in the warmth of the fire, he called to Butler to remove the body and bury it in the forest behind his compound. He poured himself a glass and sat by himself, drinking the night away.

He remained there until two days had passed. In front of the fire still, only now there was a severe rainstorm outside, covering the body of Fiana Bailey nicely in the forest of Morde. And Marvel had sunken into a slumber, dreaming, of course, of Nel Bailey...

*****"No God could ever please me like you could." Her voice rung like a bell in his ears. She was sitting, legs crossed on the edge of the bath, steaming behind her, almost naked. There was one lantern in the room, flickering a mixture of shadows and dimmed light on her perfect body, accentuating her figure. And she looked deep into his black eyes with a needy frown. Her chest was rising and falling slowly with her eager breaths, and her hair flowed elegantly down her back, resting just above her hips, black as his soul. He felt himself ready to transform fully into who he was, but held back because she was there. Somehow she could see right through him, she was shaking her head and holding out her hands. "Come. Don't hide yourself from me. Never from me."

Like a command, he started walking towards her, staring at the loosely tied bathrobe around her body, just covering her nipples. He grinned thinking what a tease she was.

"I want all of you Marvel..." She whispered to him, and with each step towards her, he felt his human resolve falling away like a crumbling mask that shattered. His tail and eyes had already been there, but his horns grew, larger than ordinary and curled around his head in a semi-circle, his skin turned darker and darker red until finally it settled with a dark crimson. The heat that radiated off his body made the humidity in the air steam up, engulfing the room in a cloud of sulphur.

When he came to a halt right in front of her, his cock was pulsing so potently that it almost hurt not to fuck her. She gave no sign of regret or fear, her arms were still open and expecting him. He closed the gap between them and inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as her intensely gratifying scent filled his nostrils, but there was more, he could smell her heat, she was wet for him. It was like a fire ignited in him, and she was the oxygen that made that fire burn. He wanted nothing more than to root himself deep inside her. He wanted to make her his, his slave, his queen, his toy, his everything.

"There he is." She said softly, when he opened his eyes she was looking over his body lustfully, lowering her hand onto his much larger arm and stroking over his skin delicately, admiring its tone and the radiance of heat surrounding it. A deep rumbling growl made itself known in his chest, and as it did he smelled the suddenly intensifying wetness between her legs. That was all he needed. The growl burst through his teeth and he ripped the robe off her, lifting her into his arms and entering the bath with her. But it wasn't water, it was blood, and when he looked down, he saw the corpse of Fiana Bailey. Confused he looked to Nel, but her compassionate smile only dealt to further confuse him. "She only got in the way Marvel. Now we can be together...forever."

She parted her legs for him, arms wrapped tightly around his muscular neck. He laughed maniacally, grabbed her hair and placed himself at her entrance, ready to seal her to him...*****

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

*****He tried to enter her but found himself suddenly on the other side of the bath. There was an earthquake, making things fall and shatter onto the ground, but when they fell they didn't make a crashing noise, but a knocking noise. "No!" he growled, pushing himself forward to Nel, to grab her and finally satiate his lust, but upon wrapping his arms around her he realized that she had vanished.*****

A consistent knock seeped into his dream and disrupted it completely until he awoke. Furious. He got up and threw his whiskey glass in the fireplace, his cock violently pulsing for her cunt. He closed his eyes trying to imagine the rest of the dream but it didn't work that way.

Marvel got up, poured himself a drink and downed it, then refilled the glass, grabbed his silken bathrobe and composed himself into his human form before he swung the front door open, leaned against the frame and downed his that drink too. "What?" he asked coldly.

"H--Have you seen my mother?" Nel Bailey asked, soaking wet from the rain, standing on the top step of his mansion, shivering with her dress clinging to her body perfectly. Marvel stared at her in heat, flashes of memory hit him from the dream he had just had and his member kick started its violent throbbing. He had to close the door momentarily and let out his horns and tail and fangs and all, found a vase to empty his semen into and recompose himself so he could open the door once again.

"You're wet." He noted, holding the door open and pointing her inside. She complied, leaving wet footsteps in her pass, but not allowing the change of subject. His eyes were glued to her rump the entire time she was walking away from him, and a seductive grin spread across his wickedly handsome face.

"She hasn't been home in days, the police are out looking but they can't find her. I'm worried." She turned on her heels to face him and ended up closer to him than expected. He stared down at her, she was a great deal shorter than him, a trait he loved about her. They froze for a moment, eyes locked, but then her better judgement set in and she turned away from him, walking further into his house.

"I'm sure she's fine Nel. She disappears all the time." Marvel comforted her, setting down his glass and lifting the whiskey bottle to refill it. "Butler, dry clothes. Fill the bath."

"Oh no, I'll be leaving soon, I have to look for her. " She stopped Butler in his tracks. Marvel stopped pouring and stared at her with a slight hint of pity. He was nowhere near about to let her leave.

"Nonsense, you will catch the flu. At least warm up and wait for the storm to pass." He ordered sternly, and she could see the sense in his words and nodded, still looking troubled. Go upstairs and change into dry clothes, I will boil some...tea."

Butler returned from upstairs and led Nel to the guest bedroom where she could change. Marvel remained at the bottom of the stairs watching her ascent with the same grin on his face. He would find a way to make her stay. Fiana was gone, she would need a place to stay once her house was sold, and he would make sure it was sold. He turned back to the fire to contemplate his course, hearing butler descend the stairs and come to his side.

"Find the sheriff and lead him to the forest so he finds all the bodies, tell him there is a serial killer on the loose, have them order a curfew." He ordered, and Butler nodded in compliance, ready to fulfil his duty. "Butler..." he stopped in his tracks. "Make sure Fiana's house is sold to court before daybreak. Burn all her belongings" And Butler departed to see it done and Marvel felt utterly proud of himself, and content that before the week was through, one way or the other, she would be his and his dream would be reality, with or against her will.

------Later----

Marvel opened the door to a frail sheriff, who was soaked completely and holding a notepad and an oil lamp.

"Good evening Sir. There is said to be a certain Miss Nel Bailey in your presence?" He clattered through his teeth. Marvel nodded in response, playing along.

"What is the matter?" he asked.

"We need her to identify the body of Fiana Bailey...we fear that there is a killer on the loose. Governor Kent has ordered a lockdown, no one is to leave their houses after 3pm until this is resolved." The officer informed.

"Possibly I can help, I knew Fiana quite well. I doubt Nel would like to identify her dead mother." Marvel sounded genuinely concerned, at which the voice inside his head gave a deep cackle of delight. How very cruel you are Marvel, it said. The sheriff nodded and gestured him to follow. He smiled to himself slyly, and then followed the sheriff to identify the woman he himself had killed.

The door shut and he was back inside, completely soaked from the rain. Nel was standing, wet hair and a dressing gown, in the hallway of the front door, staring at Marvel in terror. So often had he wondered how she would look if she didn't smile, and here she stood, and still he would flip her over and shove himself inside her fully. "Who was that?"

"The Sheriff, there's a curfew--"

"Why would there be a curfew?" Nel interrupted while he was taking off his wet shirt. She already knew the answer to that, but Marvel knew that once he told her she would look to him for support, everything was falling into place.

"There's a killer. They found quite a few bodies in the forest and two downtown...one of which was young Amy McCallister." He explained slowly, giving her time to process.

"And my mother?" She asked, her eyes growing ever so slightly glassy at the thought. Marvel closed his eyes and shook his head; no, and she fell into a frenzy of hysteric sobs and began to collapse onto the floor, but Marvel, of course having predicted the entire scenario, was there to catch her.

"You can stay here tonight, in the guest bedroom." He offered politely. She leaned into him and he rocked gently back and forth, her head resting on his shoulder and her tears rolling down his bare back. If she could've seen his face, she would've recognized his bluff, for he was grinning gravely at his success, deeply inhaling the scent of her hair. His tail was roaming freely on the floor, she could not see it, and his horns and eyes had begun to resemble their true form.