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Dawn of demons.

“My, you look gorgeous" Mistique was surprised by a male voice from behind her. She was approached by the same tall man that she is spoken the morning too. His pale skin was covered by a black leather jacket. Her eyes snapped back to Arron's emerald eyes, gazing at them. The emerald green abyss of his eyes kept on drawing her in. “still can't stop staring?" He offered his hand, still clothed in a black glove. Mistique took the hand with a hesitation, “No I can't" She let herself be guided by Arron, to his car. Th gentleman even opened the passenger door for her. “is this how I die" she wondered while letting herself be guided into her seat. “With a strange man, in an unknown car to who knows where."

Maybe he was a demon hunter, her mind tried to explain what the man was. The car driving along the road, his voice in the air and the soft music on the radio. It did make herself feel a bit more at ease, they even talked about themselves. Mostly about her trough, her job, her life. All fabricated, engineered from a web of possibilities. Designed to lay low and be untraceable. To switch faces when she needed. She could spill her story out without issues to anyone, even the man. Her façade had become a part of her, making it barely distinguishable from lie to reality. But the man just kept asking details, wanting to know some parts she hasn't talked about a lot.

His eyes glazed along the road, just when she wanted to ask some questions in return, about his job. He pulled into a parking lot, breaking short her question. Maybe she could better ask this during dinner. Without much more asking she followed Arron to the restaurant. A nice Italian place. Her mood soothed, her coat was taken by the waiter, and they lead the two to a table with candlelight. She was actually touched with the nondescript romance Arron put into it. She no longer bothered on asking questions and neither did he. Just a gentle conversation. Soon she realised he took the older traditions of caring for women in the account, mixed with the modern sense of liberalism.

Mistique was driving mad to realise she actually fallen for this man before her on the dinner table. He was not much of a talker about his own personal life, hell he did know how to drink, eat and tell stories of old days. It was either that she just downed a seventh glass of good wine, or that he drugged her. She just hung on his lips, eager for more. In a quick point of brightness she pulled away from the table. “excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom" Arron gave an understanding nod, even standing up. A habit that died out ages ago. Getting an idea, she faked that she tripped over her bag, Arron trying to catch her gotten a small scratch. “sorry!" he quickly apologised for the light scratch. She used her wipe the blood away. “It's nothing, I just patch myself up while you are in the bathroom" He smiled so kindly at her.

“okay I have to know!" she put the cloth to her maw, licking and tasting the blood. Icky, she sometimes wished a bloodhound would be around to do this for her. The blood felt metallic, substantial, something more. Not demonic but she could not place the taste of power. Mage? That would be an option, human mages always had a way with power, trough the never lived long. She sat down on the toilet, she just had to call someone…and she knew exactly who.

“Ambroisine hey! Sorry to interrupt you…" she could hear a faint male grunting in the background. “It's fine missy! I slipped him three blue pills so he should be hard for another six hours. I have a town." Mistique grunted to herself, never ever let succubus blood and human blood mix. She felt for the man Ambroisine caught her hands on, never experiencing sex like that again and just being ridden to exhaustion instead of killed. “So…you call me on your evening of dating, what is hanging. Is he not sexy? Is he a dick?" The voice on the other side of the line demanded. “No not you!" she shouted at someone else in the room. “And stop filming I am on the phone! Just continue after I am done."

“Ambroise….are you having an orgy?" Mistique had the need to facepalm, all alone in the bathroom stall. “Hey, a girl gotta earn a living someway. Don't worry these are all lesser demons who need to get their nuts drained. But enough about me, what about you?" Well, Mistique did not know how to start. Yes, he was handsome, he was a gentleman. But something odd, having old manners, and the taste of his blood. “Mistique, is he Demonic?" Ambroisine asked serious, catching mystique just trailing on about him “No…I tasted his blood, he is not. But something is odd about him." Mistique had to admit to Ambroisine, her reply was simple. “Kill him then? Get your meal. If he is something special, you should end him before he does that to you. So long he is not a dragon. “ the room Ambroisine was in suddenly gotten loud in protest. “Quiet!" she shouted “what I was trying to say, long he is not a dragon, but what are the changes. You would have tasted that in his blood. Anyway, I gotta hang, some demons getting quite needy" Ambroisine hang up with a quick goodbye.

Yes…Looking at Arron, she was sure of it. He was not allowed to continue his influence on her. If he were a demon, well then she would have an exciting evening with him…maybe bind with him. But no, this was unacceptable. That Ambroisine was born was terrible enough, but unavoidable. However a succubus falling in love with a mortal, that would be a bigger shame then Astron the incubus running off with a dragoness. Only to be found with his draconic lover, slain by dragons and demons. She shivered at the thought.

When she looked at Arron's face, she saw the cut was fully healed, odd. “Mistique" he smiled again, standing up “Desert" he pointed to the dish in front of her. A platter covered with a silver dome, hiding the contents. “Allow me" He took off the dome, revealing a beautiful ice-cream with forest fruit mix. He poured port and whisky over the dish and set it alight with a snip of his fingers. Mistique was caught off guard. “I do know a tiny bit of magic." He soothed her. “Handy from time to time." No, he could not be a dragon, a dragon would never be so reckless with exposing himself and his magical abilities. However, a mage would be quite a meal to drain on, a dessert at the end of the night. She just put on a sly grin. “My I am just anxious what kind of other tricks you can show me." On cue, she seductively licked her spoon.

“yes!" her mind screamed, taking on the predatory role again, she would not rest until he was putty in her hands. She enjoyed the effect she was having on her suiter. He had no idea that the predator just became prey. Eating her dessert, she focused on the little signals. Her favourite was looking into his eyes while licking the spoon or sucking on a cherry. Each one made his breathing stop momentarily. He could not ask for the bill fast enough when the two were done. “My place?" he asked her while escorting her to his car. “no my place" she grinned at him, feeling warm from the trill of the hunt.

The hunt, something that overpowered all her emotions. It was the only thing keeping her sane in the car, silencing the other voices. Thankfully else she would never be able to keep her posture with what she was going to do. She led him out of the car, up the stairs in her home, her inner sanctum. Safe, now she could have fun, and she was going to have fun with him. She was going to ride him until his scrotum was dust before draining him of his life.

The first kiss was almost magical for her too, feeling the effects of a tingle on her lips. It was the first time she realised fully that now she sealed the fate of someone she cared for. “I only know him for a day. Get yourself together" she thought to herself while hastily undressing the male. Licking his skin, taking in his scent, feeling his shape. Oh yes, she could feel her arousal starting, this was what the sex was supposed to be like. Like she remembered from long ago before it is gotten a choir.

In her moment of thought, He overpowered her and pushed her to the bed, ripping away her clothes. Damn, he was healthy and fast. Dominant too, she liked this one, just so sad it all had to end soon enough. He traced down with his maw, licking her breasts softly. Taking her right nipple into his mouth, sucking on it. Giving it a wet, warm heaven. His hand groped her other breast, twitching and turning her nipple for effect. She just moaned out, laying back. This was something new, to have someone do all the work. She did like it, no she loved it. Her hands gripped in the bedsheet in pleasure. He brought her to the point of begging. She wanted more, but he just denied her the satisfaction of more. Mistique had to swallow her words, not to beg. No, she could not, not by a mortal.

When his maw touched her slit, things changed, she moaned out loud and lustfully. “more! I don't care I want more! I want you to me!" With the I don't care she meant not a condom, but that she no longer cared about dragging this out and draining him slowly. She wanted to flame to be fed, she wanted her orgasm that she was denied for so long. Arron pushed a descend sized member up against her. Drawing his cock along her slit and teasing her. “No!!! inside!" however Arron did not comply this demand from the succubus.

This subordination will not stand. She wrapped her legs around him, dragging him down and turning around. Who would not obey, must be forced. She pushed all of his members inside of her with a long wet push. Her snatch spreading open to accept the new intruder. A soft moan escaped her leg. She was sure that in the distance she could hear a phone ring. However, she could not let this guy go. She started to move up and down with his member.

The wet sounds of two bodies entwined in ecstasy. A ginger long haired women, riding a rather tall and pale looking man. Her hands digging into his skin out of pleasure, her cries filling the long-forgotten room they were in. The women loved every moment of their union, and when she felt his cum flushing the walls of her vagina she could no longer contain herself. She had to drain him, she had to taste his soul. Her eye started glowing, trying to consume his soul.

“You are not human are you" the man below her gave a small, almost animalistic snarl. From all the moments she could have, from all the man she had below him, none ever had noticed her draining. Her face turned straight to the human below her. The ecstasy disappeared from her face. When she failed to latch on the soul of the man below “Nor are you" she said sourly.

Hoping that he would be a demon after all the shaped herself to her pure form. Purple skin, the tail with a heart, her cute wings, succubus horns. “So what kind of de…" she could not finish her question. With an animalistic growl, she was taken up by her neck and pushed against the wall. Air slammed out of her lungs with the sheer force. The needed member left her slit, spilling cum of them both on the flood. She looked up, confused and mostly angry. Then she saw his eyes, anger, pure hatred flashed in his eyes. A smell of sulphur filled the room. Oh…shit.…

With a flash, Arron changed, lizard-like scales around his body. A robust set of wings, a tail, pointy nose. His scales turned a hue of teal. His eyes remained the same emerald green. His teeth long and sharp, his nostrils breathing out smoke and long talons around her neck, ready to cut and break her neck.

On the scale of one to death, she was about as seriously fucked that she could be. A dragon who overpowered her, a dragon who knew her identity. She could only hope for death, not that she would be taken and tortured, forced to give up the demons in the city. “You filthy beast!" he dragon Arron swore with a deep rumbling voice, her bones shaking with the bass tones of his voice. “Seducing me! Trying to drain me of my soul!" If she were not so bloody angry, she would be perplexed by the claim. “Me? Mister don't play the fool on me! You are a bloody demon hunter! You seduced me, now just end my misery! It is bad enough I felt something for you!? You, a blood forsaken dragon!? And you call me a beast?"

The dragon seemed to be taken back by her comment. However, the look of shock disappeared faster than it came. “A succubus being seduced, whoever will believe that!? You tried to kill me just then, I should have known with the kiss! How can you love that what you murder?'

Mistique could not take it anymore, she would die soon anyway. So why not tell him, not like she could tell anyone she knew besides him. “Because I bloody well started to fall in love with ya! You honestly believe that I want to love a mortal? No that would cause far more damage I care about. You dragons do the same! Don't you try to deny it."

The dragon lowered her, down on the ground. Now she had a fighting chance, she could grab her gun and pump the dragon full of lead. Dragons were not immortal, just so strong that they are on the border of where mortality stops and immortality starts. “Fuck." He swore and suddenly swung his clawed arm her way. Hitting the wall just behind her head. “I should kill this succubus!" he talked to himself. “Get that weapon stupid!" a voice in her head called to Mistique. Her body did not respond, fear, anger….betrayal filled her. And yet she could feel for him, he must feel the same way, he had all the change to kill her, and he did not. “Fucking hell, I am dead" He turned around, pacing around “You should have just killed me!" he shouted at her “This is a fate worse than death. Gamoria suffered before her death! The dragons tore her demon love limb for limb before they turned to her." He suddenly took a gun from his trousers left on the ground. Where did he hide those? How did he… She looked at the gun pointing at him, she dived behind a desk. The drawer, quick her gun. Now stand up an aim and…

The cold metal sensation of the barrel of a gun touched her head. She felt the push of something against her gun. Straight into the dragon's eyes, looking down the barrel of her own gun. They hold the stand for longer then she could count. It felt like ages, in reality just a few minutes. “How long can we look at each other like this? Down the barrel of a gun" the dragon signed, lowering his gun. How was she change, she could just shoot and kill and….she lowered her gun too. “Fool!" a lot of her mind called her that, yet something within her…

“Fuck this. Fuck you, horrible demon." He shouted again, then suddenly he gripped her for….Just a kiss, she expected more but a kiss on her lips. Her eyes widened when she realised what he was doing. Her body was rejuvenated, like a draining someone. He was sharing life energy! And before she could even look up at the dragon he left, the door wide open.

“what the fuck just happened" she fallen to the ground, in shock. Not quite sure what just happened or who to talk to. For a moment she wanted to call Ambriosine…She was openminded but still, faithful to her mother. She would tell her mother soon enough. Shivering, she could just say the dragon overwhelmed her? No, they would even hunt down the dragon, and her. She should have killed the dragon or died trying. Grunting to herself, she was no warrior, she left the war behind for a reason.

But she must do something to stop the dragon right? She could not let a dragon walk around who knew she was a succubus, besides a dragon here was bad enough. Where one dragon stood, more would follow.

She did not have the luxury of falling asleep like a human would have, just tiring herself out till sleep overtook her. She just had a fresh meal, even when the meal was a bit conventual. The only luxury she now enjoyed was that of not having to hide a body. Her legs protested when she tried to regain her balance, walking to the door to close it. The dragon was long gone, and she needed a drink

The bittersweetness of a long-island ice thee, extra sharp. All on her mind was how she would deal with the situation at hand, she was all too sure that within a few hours the door would be knocked down and an army of dragons would take her to a place never to return.

The doorbell rang. She looked up, her eyes are fallen back to emotions and her body a mess. She was covered in a mix of the sexual juices and booze. She did not even change back to her human form. Should she? She walked to the door to look through the spyglass. Two humans were standing in front of it. Police. One she could clearly see, the other too tall to be seen. “well here is to my death" she mumbled softly. “I am coming, just give me a moment to get dressed" she called through the doors. Shaping back to her human form for what it was worth, dressing and getting rid of some of the empty bottles. At least she now didn't look like a desperate alcoholic.