jigokuspider | Night makes a lonely hunter

Night makes a lonely hunter | Locked to singinghuntress

[OOC: Continuation of this thread and this thread!]

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It was a quaint English house made in the old Victorian-Edwardian design, a type of flat that you find in an ordinary city of modern London down the street. It has a simple iron gate in the front, with a garden he grows in the frontyard and more in the backyard that is assessable through his kitchen. There is a light mist, a fog that covers the city. The narrow alleys, the empty classic double decker buses parked on the streets, it's the classic old Scotland yard.

As to where they are, Claude explained it's a type of dimension that existed in the human world and their world, but supernatural creatures can come and go between the veil as they are portals to other worlds and dimensions that only their kind know. Humans cannot sense this veil, as it serves as a barrier to protect both worlds from crossing over and lapped over each other.

Claude has lived alone for a very long, long time, and never expected company until she showed up one day as a wanderer and stray. It was a rough rain of sleet, nasty weather that night. He welcomes her in, showing hospitality to a guest, and allowed her to stay for as long as she likes, as she has nowhere else to go.

Afterward, the Huntress become his nightly companion, and she comes and goes as she pleased. Sometimes, she comes for sex, which he happily provided. Sometimes, she comes for a warm bed to stay. He doesn't hide the fact that he's a demon, and he's a spider type, and that what she sees of him isn't his true form, but rather a form that is most suitable and pleasing for the evenings they spend together.

Still, he was curious about her, she's an interesting mate. She is intelligent and cunning as he is, and they are every bit of predator types as they are. She was talking in her sleep again as she huddle beneath all of those blankets. Nightmare it seems. He caught a few names. He wondered what they mean to her. He doesn't know much about her, as he is not one to pry. Until she's ready to talk about it to him.

There is no set schedule for the evening. The night is as clear and pitch black calm. He opened the door, serving coffee on a silver tray as he usually does every night. He assured her that it's no issue, and he does so, because he likes to do it, being a gentleman, and perhaps a part of him is excited to have a mate that is compatible with him in most ways.

"This time, I got your coffee right." He said cheerfully, nudging the lump on his bed that is sleeping like the dead. "Black with a pinch of sugar and a drop of human blood." Nevermind as to how he acquired the latter, as the details are less important, but nothing like a visit to the blood bank could fix.

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How long had she been wandering in and out of his company? Honestly, Rip couldn't remember. There were times where she had a sense that she had to go..had to protect something and in those moments, she would wander off and disappear for days at a time before wandering back to Claude.

Despite her coming and goings, she always seemed to return to his bed whether it was simply for a warm place to stay or because she was as needy for the sex as he seemed to be. As she frequented his bed more, she seemed to stay a little longer each time. There was little doubt the huntress found the demon appealing to her on some primal level. He was strong, provided for her and the sex...it left her wanting more almost every single time. Almost to the point where some nights, she craved him.

Yet, she was still very reluctant to talk about herself or even the reasons she had such frequent nightmares. As interested as she was in the spider demon, Rip was still very closed off about herself. There had been a few tidbits he probably learned through the nights she talked in her sleep.. names half remembered or the fact that she was absolutely terrified of fire and if he ever asked, she would always give vague answers. The Huntress simply wasn't ready to talk about it with her new mate yet...but, eventually she might. He had an interesting way of appealing to her with warm cups of coffee and surprisingly enjoyable quiet evenings in this foggy version of London.

Which kept was another reason that kept her coming back. Sex, good companionship...all things the Huntress craved on some level. He was intelligent and cunning, didn't seem to care that she was a vampire and tended to viciously hunt and slaughter her prey when she was in the mood for violence and just as much a predator as she was. Though, she recognized him as the better predator and gave him the respect that required of course. Which, may be another reason why she was so eager to be in his bed some nights.

And all of that lead to this night. Rip had wandered into his bed again, seeking a warm place to sleep and found herself safe and sound under various blankets he provided for her. At the nudge and familiar sound of his voice, she started to stir awake and shift. Within a few moments she was rolling over to face him, bleary sapphire eyes staring up at him from her cocoon of blankets. Eventually she started to sit up, letting the blankets fall to reveal the loose large shirt she had taken to sleeping in practically falling off one of her shoulders.

Rip let out a fang filled yawn before absently reaching for her glasses so she could see and then smiled when his words finally registered. Coffee with a drop of blood. Just the way she liked it.

The Huntress reached for the treat, letting her hands wrap around the warm cup as she drew it towards her. "Thank you, I'm sure it vill be perfect."

Now the question was... where would this night lead them?

"You must be very thirsty. It took me a while, but I finally found the missing ingredient. So drink to your fill, I have some more if you wanted more."

There is really no plan in particular, but he wanted to spend more time getting to know her. He has no expectations. He waited patiently as she enjoyed her cup of coffee, and as she cocooned herself in the blankets provided, he sat on the side of the bed. When it began, it was rather spontaneous, but then instinct took over, as part of him is a primal sort of animal since the dawn of creation. While it's true he spoke of keeping her as a pet or slave, he settled on the word, "mate" as she tends to wander off, being a restless creature of the night...only to come back to him when there is no place to rest.

He wondered what she has been dreaming about. A past she buried deep within her mind and is often revealed through a fistful of restless sleep. While she's comfortable with him, and the sex exhausted her, the nightmares become less frequent, she still mumbled names in the dark hours of the morning. He could only warrant a guess as to what those names mean, as they left a hole in her life as she seemed to have wandered for years, searching, yearning...

"What you're in the mood for tonight? Going out hunting?" Being a demon, hunting for prey is a natural thing to do. She can drink the prey's blood, while he feasts on the prey's soul. For food or for sport. "Or are you in the mood to play?"

If there is anything the demon is more drawn to is granting wishes of the soul's desires. While doing so require a sacrifice, it differs demon to demon. In this case, he's drawn to Rip's hidden desires that is much deeper than just a physical union, and he doesn't require a sacrifice other than her own willingness to be his mate.

"You seem so distracted. What's haunting you in your dreams? I wonder this sometimes. You can trust me, you know. You can tell me. We're more than friends, are we not?" After all, the demon gave her a place to stay, provided comfort when she needed it, and gave her the affection she craves for many years, affection that a trusted few can give. "You warm my heart, you know? And not just my bed." It's true, the vampire has her charm, even if she didn't see it or not, and if she still cold, he wrapped an around her to bring her close to him for a cuddle.

"Sag mir was in deinem Kopf ist, mein Geliebter." Tell me what's in your mind, my Beloved.

Sometimes, it really had felt like Rip had been wandering for years, maybe even decades before she found herself washed up at his doorstep. With him she might have found the very thing she had been craving to find...

She knew that he wondered about her, about what her past might hold and this was hardly the first time he asked her. Yet, she was always reluctant despite her affection towards the demon and how much she'd grown to care for him in their time together.

Her desire for him was burning at times, a flame that wasn't hard to see and there was also contentment.She was definitely more than willing to be the demon's mate. It was a sacrifice she was more than happy to give to finally have her deepest desires made true. To be wanted... to have a purpose again. All the things she craved and he gave her.

However, at his questions on what she wanted to do tonight, Rip was silent and just focused on her coffee, savoring the delicious flavor of the bitter liquid sweetened with sugar and the coppery taste of blood. It was divine to her! It brought a faint smile on her lips even as she leaned into her mate as he moved to pull her closer to him. Within moments she was resting her head against his chest and curled up to his side. It was where she belonged, was it not?

"I know..you are more zhan just a bed partner to me as vell." she gently turned to set down her now empty cup and pull his free hand to her. There was a gentle, affectionate nip at his wrist to show just how much she meant it. What had been distracting her...? The dreams again. The terror and the pain of being on fire...yet, was she willing to tell him about it?

Maybe...reluctantly. "Zhere are many zhings zhat haunt my dreams. Zhings half forgotten from ages past. But tonight, it vas zhe flames again." Her voice was quiet, almost haunted. Yes, she trusted him, but, there were things even she hated talking about and that was one of them.

"Lets play tonight..I could alvays use zhe distraction you bring."

Claude is patient. He can wait. He understands she needed a lot of time to think upon things. He decided not to press it. He was only curious because she mentioned and whispered one name in her sleep (Sebastian), and he might know that person. If she could just mention it, maybe he could help, but perhaps maybe it was something she doesn't feel like remembering. Timing is everything to a spider, and spiders are known to be creatures of great patience.

"As you wish. Let's do something fun then." The gentle, affectionate nip tickles, but he felt the sharp fangs pressed a dent on his skin and that excites him, knowing her fangs are capable to tear through flesh, and it excites him to see the sight of fresh blood of her prey dribble down her chin as she had her feasts. Her hunting skills make no distinction.

"No need to hold yourself back. Perhaps, you crave and long for a deep sleep. As for me...I wanted to give you a dream." He said, and he begins undressing her and undressing. There weren't many articles of clothing, as he tends to wear casual around his home. He pressed a kiss to her lips, sliding his tongue through her fangs to get her heated with his kiss. Learning her body and what makes it sing is the fun part, and he learned that her body craves for a lot of things. But he wanted her to crave him most of all.

As for the dream, he spoke of, it's a possibility. He didn't see why not. Why not make her his bride and be a mother to his children? He sees a future and a purpose that is awaiting her, and she'll look beautiful when it comes to that outcome. All in good timing.

His pale fingers ghost over her skin and curves until he found her sex, and that's when he began stimulating her, toying with her clit and fingering at her sex, pushing inside, and touching her with such an expert touch. "So cold...but I'll warm you up soon~" She's a vampire, so naturally her body doesn't produce much heat...but he'll soon remedy that as he continues to tease her, fondling her, and ignite her passions that have been dead...for quite a while so to speak, and the demon is quite good at reviving it.

When it came to Sebastian, Rip always seemed to half remember him from a lifetime that felt like it was ages ago to her, even with her lifespan. He had been the one to turn her into quite the guard dog for his purposes and even a lifetime later, she still felt the effects of her conditioning. It was why she wandered, why she had the urge to protect something that no longer existed and went out searching for. Yet...she wasn't sure if she should mention any of that to her mate just yet. She knew how he felt about a Sebastian...and she wasn't sure what might happen if it just so happened to be the very same Sebastian that trained her all those years ago.

When he doesn't press, she relaxes a little and smiles and just lets him take control, even helping him get undressed once she was nude before him, though, he did have her curious about giving her a dream? The deep sleep that came from their nights was one of the things she craved, sleep without nightmares... but, what could he do to give her a pleasant dream? Besides his company anyway~.

His kiss is responded to with eagerness as tongues tease over fangs just as hers looks to fight with his, a playful little attempt to dominate even if he would always win in the end. Before long, her hands tug him closer to her cool flesh as his fingers start to explore. She knew exactly where they were headed and was definitely not disappointed when she felt his touch slip against her folds. With how well he knew her body by now, it wasn't hard to get her worked up and needy for him.. He just seemed to have that effect on her!

Rip let out a soft moan as fingers pressed inside her entrance, teasing and exploring as her hips gently rock against him.. He was definitely igniting her passion and soon she was tugging him closer and nipping along his neck and shoulder with her fangs. A tease of what she could do if she wanted...though what she really wanted right now was him and the way her legs opened to invite him was a good indication of just how she wanted him.

"You alvays know zhe right vay to keep a girl vanting more~. Vatever dream you desire to give me...make it happen." Even if she didn't know just what that was yet.

It makes no difference since he explained at one point that he and Sebastian came from the same birthplace, the same darkness of the cosmos that made all demonkind, the divine entities that they are. He hated him, but from a rivalry point of view, and he himself is a quite contrast in individual and personality. After all, try comparing a spider to a crow. Different species. Different style. Different predator. His only intention is to teach her that difference, so she has nothing to fear from him. After all, he only wanted her to crave him.

But ah, he has an understanding that somewhere, along the way, she lost her purpose and gotten a little lost. Soldiers are like that, their purpose is loyalty to their Master. Did she need one? He didn't think it was necessary...to be her Master, as they are other ways to reign her in. He spoke of dreams, and like his webs, it takes skill to weave thoughts and ideas into reality, and he wants her to believe it.

Day into Night, Fantasy into Reality, Existence from Nothingness, arise from the void, and sink into the void...

Her kisses are demanding and hungry. Famished even. He continued to toy with her clit, and gently thrusting his fingers inside. "You must be very hungry in this case." He said. With a hum, moaning himself, licking his lips. "Open up a little wider. I want to taste you." He gently pried her legs apart, opening her wider, to see her sex glisten and wet with arousal.

"I want to make you feel better and don't think too much." He drawled his wicked long tongue out, to taste at her sensitive folds, flicking at her clit, lapping at her juices as his tongue swirl inside of her pussy, feeling the shape of it, breath heavy as he thrusts his fingers in and out of her, pushing her to the edge to get her to cum, and at the pace he's going, he has no intention of stopping.

Yet, Rip wasn't so sure on whether she needed a master or not. She had at least one or two in the past, even after being a soldier on the battlefield. She craved the purpose it gave her. However, Claude was definitely filling that void in other very fun ways.. making her believe that she needed him and crave being around him. Perhaps one day, she might even stop wandering completely to stay at his side.

"Absolutely starving~."

She grinned as a chill ran down her spine as she shifted on the bed, letting him open her legs wider for him to get between. Once he was between them, she laid back on the bed, her body trembling as his long tongue began to explore her folds and flicker against that oh so sensitive clit of hers.

As he teased her, she couldn't bite back her moans as he worked his tongue inside of her and started to explore.. every movement he made felt amazing as fingers fingers plunged into her. Her entire body was trembling as he brought her closer and closer to climax until finally, she lets out a loud cry as her hips buck just as she cums for him. With every continuous movement he made, he was drawing out her release and making her lost in a sea of overwhelming pleasure as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

And with how sensitive it made her body, working her up for even more would be easy!

Rip just couldn't think straight anymore. The pleasure washed away her nightmares and worries and leaving her with only her thoughts and desires for him~.

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His eyes glazed over in a haze as he continued to lap at her juices, memorizing the shape of her sex for a taste, slurping up her neediness, and he doesn't stop until her orgasm washed over her. Meanwhile, his own need began to pool to his loins, his cock ached and throbbed with desire. He's patient though, her needs come first. Part of him hoped to become her Master someday, and he has a thousand years worth of experience to prove it.

Slowly, he withdraws, leaving her sex quivering and dripping. "Hmm, sound like you need something thick and hard." He moans in a husky voice, as he licks his lips. He looks at her with admiration, but also pity. Who doesn't admire this lovely creature often? Whoever is her master in the past is a fool...or grew tired and bored. Claude has a few ideas to give her a purpose.

The first one is using her properly. Claude doesn't need to hear her begging for it, as she's ready for him, and she already wanted to be his pet. With a hum, he guided his cock, leading to her entrance and slowly slide right in. Still a tight fit, nice and snug that easily accepts him, devouring the length of him so greedily.

"Let see how long you last..." He said a playful challenge. With a laugh. "You feel very good around me, Ms. Rip. Let me give it to you."

At that, when he speaks, he pushed his cock deeper, and deeper, thrusting inside of her good and hard, knowing she likes it rough.

When he finally withdraws his tongue from her, Rip's left breathless and flushed. Her body desperate for something much thicker and harder to fill her~. Right now, Rip's purpose was to provide him with pleasure in any way he wanted and she did it eagerly and willingly.

Whatever Masters she had in the past, none of them embraced her like this. She usually had to find lovers outside of her Masters to be satisfied and even then, there was no guarantee he would let her keep the lovers she found...Such was the life of a bound huntress.

But, Claude was more than enough to keep her from wandering to other lovers, which was a pleasure within itself. One she was more than happy to accept.

She whimpered in response when he asked if she wanted something thick and hard. Of course she did! Her body craved it, craved him and the feeling of his length buried inside of her! When she finally felt him start to press into her tight passage, she let out a soft wanton moan. Yes.. that definitely felt better~.

"Az long az you vant...Master." Perhaps it was the throws of passion that called her to say that...either way, right now, that was exactly what he was to her in this very moment and she was his eager pet.

Her moans hitched as he finally gave her that deep hard thrust she was desperate for, making her hips buck against him and inviting him in as deep as possible. Saying she liked it rough was a bit of an understatement..Sex with her always seemed to have a primal edge to it... a desire for something she didn't quite understand just yet, but.. needed.

Claude began to thrust hard and swift into a ruthless rhythm as he thrusts in that hot core of hers. Her moans and cries only impassioned him, such wonderous music she makes, as his cock dissapears into that pale body as Rip is far from a delicate butterfly. "My, my...the things you say...~" Not what he said or thinks make any sense anymore. It's just pure, primal and animalistic fuck, as his eyes are burning hot red.

His dark aura of shadows where it devours and swallow light began grow heavier and thicker, the magic pulsing around him and her. "Mmhmm, and I want you, all of you." He whispered sweetly as the shadows curled around her pale body, carressing her, curling around her beasts, squeezing and fondling them to make her extra sensitive.

"If you love this so much, why not join me and be my bride? I can change you, transform you, and you'll be like me~" He said, between moans. "Life as a vampire is so boring and dull, don't you think? And imagine all the powers you have. You'll be much stronger, practicually invincible~." If there is one thing Claude is good at is offering the sweetest temptation.

Feeling a ripple of pleasure at the thought, "Think about it. Being my cherisheed succubus and stay by my side for all time. It would be quite honor, don't you think? You don't have to give me your answer now...perhaps later." And at that, revealing his darkest fantasy, he spilled his demonic seed into her womb, a fresh hot load, thick and hot to fill her.

Every thrust, every touch of him drove her wild! Any kind of coherent thought was gone as she let her passions take over. Her sensitive body was reacting beautifully to his touches and teasing as her voice grew louder, nearly screaming her lust for him as the pure primal instinct to submit and be used by him overwhelmed her.

She barely registered what he was saying, but, at the same time she knew she wanted it. To be his in every way possible..to never leave his side and be the partner he wanted her to be. There was just something inside of her that craved being wanted like that and it was rearing it's head right now, making her want to scream yes, to agree this very second!

Her legs wrapped around his waist, tugging him tighter as she felt another orgasm wash over her.. she needed him to fill her with his seed and the moment she felt it, she was in pure pleasurably heaven as her hips bucked against his, desperate for every demonic drop.

"Please...make me yours." Her voice was breathless, pleading as she gazed up at him with more passion and desire than she's ever felt for someone and even reached up to pull him into a vicious, desperate kiss with a soft playful growl. He always seemed to have this effect on her.

Though, who knows what her answer might be once her head clears up again. She was always a wanton primal creature whenever they laid together and the way he tempted her sometimes were just too hard to resist. And this temptation...Rip had a feeling might very well be the ultimate temptation that she couldn't turn away from.

He got used to her screams and moans by now. To be used by a powerful demon, her ecstasy is intoxicating to him. He only laughed darkly in amusement, grinning, that his glasses are fogged up from so much heat. "Is that your answer? Well, maybe I'll wait until you'll be able to think and walk straight. Yes, maybe later~." Until then, he wants to properly use her and exhausted her.

After the first wave, he has plenty more to give. He won't be satisfied until he made a mess of her after several rounds. He groaned heavily as she deeply kisses him, desperate and hungry, vicious as her fangs pierced on his lips, a vampire's love bite, that she practically bit him, making him bleed, and his blood, demon blood is thick and rich, she can have a taste, like aged wine, aged by thousands of years of depravity and darkness.

When the kiss broke, he licked his lips. "Mmm...turn around and kneel on your fours, Mein Geliebter (my Beloved). Your ass is next~." At his order, that's the next tight hole he want to plunged himself and ravish.

The moment his blood touched her tongue, Rip craved more of that delicious aged wine. But, she could only have what he allowed her to have otherwise she may never stop trying to drink him down in the depths of her own depravity.

When at last the kiss broke, she was licking his blood off her lips and practially purring as his next order entered her hazy lust filled mind. With another viciously loving nip at his lips she nodded.

"Gladly.." She pulled away from him to shift and soon she was on the bed, kneeling on all fours before him with her ass in the air and legs slightly spread. Already his thick demonic seed was starting to drip down her inner thighs and Rip was more than eager to have him buried deep within her again, no matter what entrance he decided to use.

Such a hungry creature, craving for more. She isn't kidding that she was starved in most aspects. Now Claude knows Rip can take a lot (and heal herself if he gets rough with her), but he is considerate of her pleasure. He found lube from the drawer, thickly coat his fingers with the thick liquid, and gently ease his fingers inside of that tight hole to prepare her and slick her up for ease of passage.

He wasted no time and in replacement of his fingers, he replaces it with his cock, which is thicker and harder and will stretch her tightness out in no time. "So wonderfully tight...~" He groaned, as he starts pushing in cock to the limits of her depths, and worked up a rhythm as he slams that cock into her body. "You really do fit around me, I must say...~"

Starved for attention..for sex.. and possibly for love, or whatever passed for it with her. Those emotions were enough to compel her to accept anything he wanted to do to her and find pleasure in every single act.

Even this. She felt cool fingers slide in, preparing her for what came next. Even with just his fingers, she was moaning and silently pleading for more. Not that she had to wait long...

Her hands clenched the sheets beneath her as she felt his thick cock press against her tight rear, even tighter than the entrance he had just been in! As he slowly sank in, stretching her open, she was moaning and panting softly from the pleasure of being filled like this. There's a lot to be said for just how much she could really take and he always pushed her to her limits in such a way to make her love every second of it!

"A-alvays...Vas made for your pleasure!" And at times, she thought that might very well be true. These were the reasons she kept coming back to him, to be endlessly used and filled by his thick demon seed and fulfill her own lusts and depravities with her mate.

As he worked up to a harsher rhythm, her body shook with every pounding thrust, gaining more moans and cries from her.. Rip was never silent whenever they mated like this, she always lost herself to her more primal side, eager to please him no matter what it took.

Claude groaned softly as he grasped her hips, and bucked his hips forward, as she clenched around his member. Such sweet tightness and friction! She's really squeezing him for what's worth. A normal human would not last long, but being a demon, he's really plowing his way deep into her, filling her, stretching her as he quicks his pace. It's rare that a woman got him so flustered and worked up. The increasing crescendo can make a man dizzy and giddy with pleasure.

"Always...? I'll take you up on that." He said, as his pants and moans mingled with her in a delighted chorus. Even her ass loves taking in his cock as much as her pussy. "Just a little more..."

More, more, he needs more. He spilled his seed, his load into her a few more times, and by the time he's finished with her, she's completely drenched and soaked with his seed from both holes. It's marvelous, and he couldn't be more pleased and happier that he found a mate who can take so much of his seed in such a volume.

"Had enough?" He said, when he withdraws from her, so she can access the mess he made of her. Of course, with much seed he filled her with, to make her pregnant, she'll need a little magic from him to make it possible. Unfortunately, he didn't make a magical potion as that takes time to brew and gather the necessary ingredients, but not impossible. For tonight, he just makes love to her, making a mess of her. "I take it you enjoy that, my pet." He said, his glasses are so steamed from the heat, that he have to wipe it to clear up his vision.

Her moans and pleas for more rose with the increase in his pace until her front was pressed down against the bed with her hands clenched tight on the sheets as he plowed into her ass over and over. Even the feel of his thick seed filling her was orgasmic in it's own right!

By the time he had finished with her, Rip definitely wasn't walking any time soon as she collapsed on the bed with a very content smile on her lips. There was definitely enough there to make her pregnant if it were even possible...and maybe small part of her was disappointed that it wasn't.

"Mmm...for now, Mein Liebster." my dearest

She shifted to pull him close so she could rest her head in his lap and lets herself relax and be just content while being filled with his seed. "I did..a lot. It iz a pity nozhing but pleasure comes from it."

With a bit of yawn, he thought of ideas for tomorrow night, and it involves in making potions in his kitchen, which serves as a laboratory too to mix his ingredients. As preparations needed if he wants her to be like him. After all vampire to be transformed into a succubus, that takes a lot of work and energy for such a magic but now he figured she's totally worthy of him, to be his companion for all of his eternity.

"Oh, dear the bed is a mess. I guess that's my fault." He murmured, tone playful. "Well, if you need to shower, I trust you know where it is." Though if she wishes to sleep with his warm seed, he certainly allows it, as he drifts off for a bit of a nap as he needs to reserve his energy for the magic he needs for tomorrow night. After all, he's an old spider of his kind, and while demons find sleep a luxury when in service of a human, he isn't in service for now.

"Completely your fault." Her voice was just as teasing as she shifted again. With how much he used her and how much of his seed was buried in her, Rip really wasn't walking anytime soon as she moved to cuddle against his side and rest her head on his chest while she joined him in sleep.

She was definitely choosing to sleep with his warm seed inside her because of how good it felt to be so full of him. As she started to drift off, she came to the conclusion that he was a mate she could definitely stop wandering for and somehow, that made her feel content and even more wanted than before. Rip had a purpose now...to be completely his.

And whatever he planned, she would gladly accept to be his for the rest of eternity if that was what he wished.

Claude spent the next week gathering ingredients and spend quite some time brewing that potion in his kitchen. It was on his mind as he formulate the formula every night he went to bed with her. He's quite an eccentric mate, as whenever he works in the kitchen strong herbal smells filled the kitchen as he chopped, mixed, boil, until the brew it into perfection, and then use dark magic to infuse it with his demonic energy. When not working in the kitchen or gathering ingredients from the forests from the demon world, he makes time every night mating her, to teach her body the darkest pleasures.

When the potion is ready, and when she is ready, he announced it. "Vampirism," He said, in a clear, rational doctor tone. "Is no different than being a demon, actually. It's a type of power of darkness that craves blood. So, a simple way is to reverse that defect within you, by switching you to crave something else. We demons drink blood too, but blood is a taste of a soul, and not so much as a main source of power. However, power can be obtained through a different channel."

Then with a smile, "Drink this, and after this, this helps satisfy your craving for blood, as you shall be craving for nightly pleasures instead to help you with your appetites." A simple reroute to her powers.

Claude is aware that a succubus appetite for sex can be quite voracious, so there's no telling what happens when Rip is a succubus. But with how much kinky stuff they did together, he thinks her being a succubus is quite suitable. Plus, the potion can give her the ability to carry his children, modify her body for a fuller figure, and withstand Claude in his true form.

Surprisingly over the next week, Rip didn't wander off. She slept there every morning, knowing she was safe with him in the house and woke every night to enjoy the pleasure that came with each time they mated. Rip loved it and for once, her wanderlust wasn't driving er off.

Though, she had noticed the strange herbal smells that permeated the house every evening when she woke up and the feel of dark magic hanging in the air. What was her dear mate up to? Whatever it was, Rip was very curious by the end of the week.

So when he finally announced what he had been working on, Rip was shocked. She was silent for several long moments, staring at him with wide eyes before a smile graced her lips and quickly grew to a very pleased grin. To crave him every night instead of her insatiable need for blood...

"If zhis if vat you desire of your mate, I am more zhan happy to drink it. Especially since you've already gone zhrough all zhe trouble."

Rip couldn't deny she liked the idea of being something more demonic, something closer to what he was. It would allow her to be closer to him in ways she didn't even realize she craved! So there wasn't even a hint of hesitation as she approached him for the potion.

As she took it from his hands, she pulled him down into a vicious, needy kiss before pulling away to drink it. She felt a shudder race down her spine as it hit her system and the changes started.

The first to hit her was the desperate, insatiable need she had for him.. for pleasure and sex which had her pressing against him and pulling him down into another kiss as her body started to shift, fill out... Instinctively she knew she could give him children now if they desired and that just made her desire for him soar even more as her heart started to beat once more. She was definitely not a vampire anymore, that much was very much apparent.

Who knew where the changes might stop. The only thing Rip knew was she needed him... now.

"Now be careful. After this, there is no going back." He warns almost breathless from the kiss, but alas she drank it down, to the very last drop. He was pretty sure he gave Rip a lecture or two while he was making it, so that she's aware what she's in for...and what he wanted from her. By after this, he means that she'll be able to be the dark mother that he dreamed of her to be. After all, he conducted magical rituals and pour his demonic energy into the drink, and pour his dark desires and essence into it, so they can be bonded for eternity as Master and Pet, and as mates.

The transformation is as he expected. The moment it was complete as she downed the potion, and now she is a complete creature of Depravity and Lust incarnate, a pet of a (quite retired) Dark Lord.

She needs him now, and while he didn't have a succubus pet for a long time, her need of him...he's going to have to get her powers under control, his control, and he has to control her pleasure by using her whenever he wanted to, regardless how she is desperate for him.

"There, so that means I'm your Master now. We have to get your new powers properly trained." With a bit of a yawn. "All of that cooking in the kitchen got me tired." He went to his sofa in the living room to get himself comfortable. "On your knees, pet. Let's train you starting with your mouth and suck me, how's that?"

The lectures over the last week were part of the reason Rip had been so eager to drink it in the first place. She knew what he wanted from her. To be his pet, his mate...the mother of his children. All things Rip eagerly accepted as she drank the potion. To be bonded to him for the rest of eternity and have a purpose again, she would do anything to make that a reality.

Once the transformation was complete, Rip was consumed with her lust and desires as she watched his every movement. It wasn't hard to see she wanted to pounce him and ride his thick length over and over again until she was satisfied, if she was ever satisfied...

It might take some work to get her powers completely under his control, but, the end result would definitely be worth it.

As he moved away from her, she pouted and trailed after him as he made his way to the sofa in the living room. By now, her arousal for him was nearly tangible in the air, a primal need she was desperate to satisfy.

And yet.. his orders had the newly created succubus on her knees between his legs in no time, fingers deftly working his pants eagerly. "Gladly Master..I look forward to you training me in every way possible."

Her voice was practically a purr as she withdrew his length and leaned in to run her tongue up the under side before teasing the tip. Soon enough she was taking him in and her head bobbing up and down his length while her tongue swirled and teased him.

Claude is not sure whether the potion increases her impulsiveness, but the way she wants to pounce him, it seems to worsen her ability to control herself and open her up, which is the desired effect. What fun would it be if there's no roughness involved in the play?

"Yes, yes that's it. Good girl." He welcomes the slick wetness that envelops his cock, and he clutched her long raven hair as a reign as she bobs her head up and down on his length that disappears and melts inside of her mouth. At first, the pace started out slow, and then wanting to get rougher, and knowing she's a succubus now, she can take it, with a rough purr and growl, he bucked his hips forward, thrusting roughly to fuck her deep throat. "That's right, take Master's cock in like a good girl." He said, just enjoying the songs and sounds of pleasure she makes of being claimed so roughly by a ruthless, sex hungry creature who demands much of her. "Master fucks you like this because you are his precious treasure~"

The potion definitely stripped away any impulse control she had and made her so very, very eager. Rip wouldn't say no to anything he wanted to do, no matter how rough or gentle. She welcomed it with every fiber of her being!

Her mouth worked his wonderful length as her head bobbed up and down. She could feel his hands on his hair and knew that he would take control soon enough and when he did, she was eager to relinquish and let him as his hips bucked forward!

Rip let out a muffled moan as he began to roughly fuck her throat, accepting all of him eagerly as he claimed her. She was definitely happy to be his wonderfully treasured pet.

The roughness of the thrusts can be frightening that his strength can break humans if not careful. "Good, good, take it all. Swallow much as you can too~." He croons, fucks her until her throat and jaw hurt, but hopefully, the pain turns into pleasure. He does listen to the sound of her breathing to see if she could take it, and taking care not to choke her.

More, and more, each hot thrusts push forward until his seed, white-hot spilled forward, thickly coating the insides of her mouth as Claude watched himself painting himself all over with the thick stuff.

"Aww...look at you. I'm so proud. Now you're a good pet for taking it all, you deserve to ask Master what reward you want to do next~." By reward, it can be anything she wanted. Spankings perhaps, riding his cock, tentacles, or something cute and gentle like cuddles or kisses. Pretty much anything that Master can give her for pleasure and affection that she craved and wanted from him.

She did her best to relax and take all of his length down her throat over and over again. There were a few times she seemed to choke but, she would recover quickly enough and soon what pain there was she was beginning to enjoy as she moaned around his cock and remembered to breathe.

Eventually, she felt him bury his thick length down her throat and start to spill his seed..she eagerly drank it down, consuming every drop as she could without fail! Rip craved his seed inside her..any way he desired to give it to her.

As for her reward, when he finally left her mouth, she was breathless and trembling, eager for more. Her appetite for him really was insatiable right now~. But, even she had to think with so many options available and while she did, her hands were on his length and nuzzling her cheek against it with eyes half lidded.

What did she want from her Master~? All of him.. she shuddered slightly as she ran her lips against his length. So many choices...what should be her reward?

"Please Master..I van...You inside of me, please...let me ride you un take your next load right into my womb." She shuddered at the thought and knew that was one of the things she desired most right now. Though, tentacles were always fun...

Still eager for more, as if being buried deep in her mouth and throat isn't enough. But at this time, she is now his eager to please pet, who will pounce on him as long there's an opening. She's adorable nuzzling him like that, such an eager wanton pet.

His cock is still twitching, still hard. After all, being a demon, there's plenty more as to what he wanted to give. "You wanted more? Then I shall give you more." With a playful quick spank on her rump, "If that's what you want, then turned over, and get into a position you like." Whatever position she wanted, be it on her back, on fours, or facing the wall, he lets her choose.

She doesn't have to wait for long, and as soon she's ready for him, she will feel an instant relief, as he shoves his cock deep inside of her, riding her, and roughly thrusting her, fucking her roughly enough to make her scream. To reign her in, he clutches her long raven hair and pulling it, as he drove deeper and deeper into her, filling her over and over again. She is really good at riding her cock, but Claude began to growl, his eyes burn red, and mumbled, "Fuck." As he loses his usual calm and aloof composure into the tight heat and passion. "So good, you feel so good, Ms.Rip. Such heat!"

It doesn't take her long to get into a position she wants once he tells her to and quickly got on all fours in front of him, legs eagerly parted to invite him into her eager body.

The moment she felt him slide in she let out a soft moan of relief as he shoved himself deep inside her. She didn't care that he was being rough, only that he was giving her exactly what she craved! Rip would be screaming out her pleasure quickly enough with his hard thrusts and not even caring that he was using her long hair as reigns as he tugged her head back, making her body arch and give him an even deeper angle as her screams became more wanton and eager.

Every thrust...it was heaven to her! Rip just couldn't get enough of how good he felt filling her like this! She didn't care if he was loosing control, she was eager to be used any way he wanted.

Interesting choice, as he figured being on her fours is her favorite. He summoned his dark energy, which is his trademark as a demon. Honestly, he can drove his cock and punished that pussy all night long, and with her transformation, she can now keep up with his demands until he's satisfied.

But what really drove him to fill that empty womb with his seed, is that now she can carry his children. The very thought is an exciting prospect. Just to think of the child, and what it can do to carry on his legacy, he can imagine it. Summoning his dark energy now, he pushed harder and deeper, watching her loose control as she rides his thick hard cock, sending his energy into her womb. Hopefully, she'll be swollen and big.

"So impressed that you can take so much, my dear. Keep going, you know I won't be satisfied until you take my seed like a good girl." He said, and he tugged her long raven hair, reigning her in. "No need to tease or be slow as I like it hard and fast. I want to see you carry my child. What do you think? Do you like the sound of that? I do...would you think of our future together?"

To carry his child would be a dream come true for the wanton succubus taking his cock! She nodded, her body moving against his, eager for his seed as she felt his dark magic wash over her and start to take effect. To be the mother of his child..to know she was carrying on her mate's legacy was all she could ever ask for!

"I love zhe sound of it my Master.. please, give me your seed zo I can carry your child." She moaned as her body practically impaled herself on his cock with every hard thrust. She wanted him as deep inside her as possible so that none of his seed could escape her once he flooded her with it..She didn't care how many times he desired to breed her, she would always be eager to carry his child.

The more he tugged her hair, the more her back arched for him and the deeper angle he got. There was no denying she could deal with all of his demands now and she was definitely not teasing him with how her body moved with his. Rip was desperate to do as he wanted! "...Ve'll haf a vonderful future together.."

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