The Wanderers

[SataiRolePlayingGuy]

Zorn had some experience with demonic experts in seduction.  The succubus, Canata being the prime example.  But Canata and Exzel had their differences, Canata simply did what came natural to a succubus, did not have the sort of training Exzel had, had different approaches.  He tried to keep a rational head, play them game while remembering who they really were.  But Exzel was incredibly good at this, served masters who required such.  That and her playing as Alexandrine made it hard for him to think clearly.  It was hard to believe she was acting, and if she kept this up it would just be even harder.  He was not as easy to manipulate as most, but he was not immune to her technique.  Whether she was acting or truly desired his dominance, as long as she did not show discomfort he was likely to keep going, be more aggressive.  He would not try to force her to serve him, but if she was submissive in moments like this, it would perhaps make her even more desirable, make the alliance stronger.

The words she used, things he had also heard from Emiri as she broke, first admitting to the pleasure.  Then to increasing loyalty to him and other feelings.  Some similarities but quite different.  Emiri was no seductress, he was the one who seduced her.  Zorn had no expectation of genuinely seducing Exzel, but the way she was acting now.  He could not help but wonder if he had, to at least make her desire his body and confidence.  It was impossible to guess after how much she had been through if she desired a male to dominate her, at the right time, the right one.  It was a lovely thought, that someone powerful enough to considered an equal, might at least in intimate moments show a degree of submission to him, that she might might show it to him because she wanted to, not because she served him.

Right now he did not care and could not think much whether it was actually or not.  All he knew was she pleasing him in a way few could and acting in a very appealing way.  Exzel knew how to please a male like him.  One who was similar in some ways to old masters, just without the desire to make her belong to him, who did not consider her only a source of pleasure and nothing else.

The sight of ‘Alexandrine’ saying these things and acting this drove him wild.  He went at her with an aggressive pace beyond what he had given Exzel so far.  A hunger in his eyes.  Desire to see and hear more.  His own pleasure only further blurred his thoughts.  He wanted to see what he could do, to see and hear more of this.  To drive his enemy wild with pleasure.

”…You have..so much to…learn.  I will give you your true purpose!”  He was still playing along with the game, but very deeply into it.  Then the eye flash.  What did it mean?  The illusion fading?  That  it was not completely an act, that the demon Exzel wanted more of this from him?  They were probably near the end, but there was a desire to get a hint if she wished that.  No force, her choice.  No consequences if she was unwilling, but if she desired it, maybe advantages.  The previous words were for ‘Alexandrine’, the following were as well.  But also something for Exzel, to accept if she wished now, or to consider for the future.

The ‘rabbit’ was in full strength now.  As she screamed he filled her insides a thick heavy release.  But she told him not to stop, so he kept going a little while.  The guard would have to wait.  “Give yourself to me, and the world will be yours.  Our power together will crush our enemies.  I reward loyalty well.  I put you sister in chains, slowly made her desire me, serve me.  Oh it was quite the experience.  But you give yourself to me freely, because you desire me.  You will serve, but not as my slave.  You will learn as she did.”  It was a risky thing, but while he spoke to ‘Alexandrine’, there was an unspoken offer to Exzel.  Not the slavery of her past, not quite an offer of demon marriage either.  Not a merging of their territories, but maybe a shift.  Certainly not love, but perhaps Zorn offered to be something no previous demon had been in her life.  A hope he was strong enough to at least tempt her with offer.  Not a slave, not giving up her power, or territory.  But a test, if she desired to be submissive towards him in private, to a degree of her choice.n

For now he would let her answer as Alexandrine.  Choose whether or not she wanted to as Exzel, now or later.  “I can give you what no human did.  What no one else will.  The more my strength pleases you, the better rewarded you will be.”  It might have sounded simple minded, but Zorn was no ordinary demon, no sex starved simpleton.  Exzel was skilled enough that he was not completely immune to her skill and training but he was not easy to manipulate either.  Certainly was powerful to impress many, though it remained to be seen if he had or would later genuinely arouse such thoughts from Exzel.  Not slavery, not humiliation, but a demon’s desire to prove his strength and make a powerful female desire to submit to least a little.  She had already called him lord, but he desired to hear a little more, even just as Alexandrine.  “How does that sound Sorceress?  Do you submit to me, submit willingly?”

 

[Balthier]

Exzel as Alexandrine was lost in the moment, and Exzel was lost in her role. Her body is a riot of conflicting signals. To the casual observer, she was Alexandrine, the proud sorceress finally and utterly broken by a superior's strength. But internally, the Nexus Deevil is operating on a level of professional mastery that borders on the divine. Every tremor of her thighs, every desperate hitch in her breath, and the way her internal muscles coil with rhythmic, predatory precision is a calculated stroke.

"Z-Zorn...!"

Her voice breaks, a high, thin sound of pure surrender as the first wave of her orgasm hits. It is not the polite, controlled response of a spy, it is the violent, body-shaking explosion of a woman being fucked senseless, as her own training overrides her mind. She arches her back, her fingers digging into his shoulders, nails drawing faint lines across his demonic hide as she experiences a genuine, visceral release she hasn't allowed herself in years.

"Yesss! I submit! FUCK ME! Make me yours!" She gasps, the words pouring out as she shudders beneath him. The Alexandrine mask is slick with sweat, her eyes rolling back as she feels the heavy, hot flood of his release filling her. In that moment, the role and the reality blur. She isn't just acting, she is leaning into the exquisite relief of a strength that can actually match her own. Her orgasm rolls over her as she feels him explode in ber depths.

Even as she shakes uncontrollably, the "concubine" takes over. It is muscle memory, an instinctive, professional grace. Her hips begin a slow, grinding roll, her internal grip tightening in a milking sequence designed to draw every last drop of essence and ego from him. She makes him feel like a conqueror, ensuring that the warm seed he’s provided feels like the most precious prize in the universe.

Her screams of extract hill the halls. She whispers, her voice husky and ruined with pleasure, arching her back shaking like a ruined woman, a gesture of profound vulnerability. "Yes! I want your strength... So good!  I submit... willingly. My Lord... my Master..."

She collapses only held up by him, her breath coming in shallow, jagged sobs, her body still twitching with the aftershocks of a gushing release that has left her, and the floor beneath them, drenched. She looks up at him through tangled hair, the 'Alexandrine' disguise still holding, but the look in her eyes is something far more ancient and dangerous, a silent acknowledgement of the deal he just offered.

Edited March 8 by Balthier

[SataiRolePlayingGuy]

It was everything Zorn hoped, a hint of what he could have when he finally defeated Alexandrine, have both sisters belong to him.  It felt so good, both the pleasure and the words.  All the reactions.  He assumed it was probably just an act.  But she was a very good actress, it was hard to believe it was just an act.  Part of him had to wonder if it was instinct as well, from the life she had.  From her previous master, could the right demon bring some of that out of her again?

That last look he gave him left him the most uncertain.  Was it part of the act, or was it Exzel’s true feeling?  In truth, the thought he could make a demon like Exzel maybe feel that way, give into old instincts, it was all very appealing.  He would have to wait and see, he would not discourage it if it was the case.  But he would not exploit it either, he would chain her, try to take her land or give her orders in public.  But if she genuinely felt submissive to him in private, that would be quite pleasing.  For now though, keep playing the game.  Only act as if Alexandrine submitted, the one thing he was certain about.

But how much would he be able to celebrate.  Exzel played out his victory fantasy, but it was unclear how much longer the disguise would last.  He decided to give her a shot at deciding, see if she wanted or needed to drop the disguise.  “Good.  You will get your chance to see your sister soon enough.  Let’s go back to my chambers, where we will discuss what it means to serve me.  What your new life is.” He stood, pulled her up, briefly tightly embracing ‘Alexandrine’ as his prize.  “Just the two us, unless you would like their company now.”  He said referring to guards, giving Exzel a chance to have them join in, if she wanted to keep up the disguise, privacy if she wanted to return to Exzel.  He then let go, and took her arm taking her back towards the room she just escaped from.  “I will summon you, if she desires your company.”  He said to the guards as he took her back to the room, let go of her arm and closed the doors.  Not saying anything, waiting to see if he would continue with Alexandrine, or Exzel.

[Balthier]

Alexandrine looked broken, she looked like she stood weakly next to Zorn. Hair a mess, his mess between her legs leaking out from between her throbbing lips, and down her thighs. The only indication not all was it seemed was the way Alexandrine made eye contact looking behind her as she walked away with Zorn, a quick look, and a wink that had an almost immediate effect on the hapless guard they left behind.

Once in Zorn's private chambers, the transition is seamless, a silent ripple of magic that sheds the skin of the fallen hero and reveals the predator beneath. As the door clicks shut, the desperate frame of Alexandrine melts away. In her place stands Exzel, her marble-white skin gleaming under the chamber's dim light, her white horns cutting through the air with elegant lethality. She doesn't move to cover herself. Instead, she stands with a poise that speaks of centuries spent in the courts of the powerful, her purple eyes glowing with a faint, predatory hum of energy.

Spoiler

As the trickle of his essence continues down her inner thighs, she catches it with a delicate finger. She watches the liquid for a moment, a trophy of the encounter, before bringing it to her purple lips. The taste is a catalyst. As she swallows it, the she feeds on the sexual energy and rhe demonic essence within the seed surge through her system like high-octane fuel hitting an engine. Her smaller frame visibly tightens, a shiver of raw power racing down her spine as her demonic reserves supercharge, leaving her eyes burning a brighter, more dangerous violet.

"A truly masterful performance, Zorn," she says, her voice returning to its natural, melodic lilt, no longer the breathy cry of a broken sorceress, but the smooth tone of a lady who has walked the planes of existence. She walks toward him with a slow, predatory grace, her hips swaying with a confidence that is entirely her own.
"I must admit... you play the part of the conqueror with terrifying conviction." She stops just inches from him, looking up at him through her thick black eyeliner, a sly, genuine smile playing on her lips. "It’s been a very long time since anyone has dared to rail me with such... lack of restraint. Gyu-maoh was the last to possess that kind of tireless, crushing virility. You didn't just satisfy the 'role,' my Lord. You satisfied me."

She reaches out, her small, cold hand trailing up his chest to rest near his throat, in a gentle grip, her fingers humming with the new energy she just drew from him.

"The way you handled 'Alexandrine' out there... it was enough to make even a Nexus Deevil forget her mission for a moment. You have a rare gift for dominance that doesn't require chains to be felt." She leans in closer, her breath warm against his skin. "If you can keep that pace when the masks are off, our 'discussions' about our new... agreement, might be far more interesting than I anticipated. Tell me... now that we are alone, does the Lord of this lair still have the strength to try and tame the woman behind the mask, or did the Sorceress take it all out of you?" While she looked deep in his eyes, her other hand found his balls and gave him a gentle possessive squeeze. Holding him in her grasp a moment where he is most vulnerable. 

Edited March 18 by Balthier

[SataiRolePlayingGuy]

Zorn watched the disguise drop, while the Sorceress’ body was appealing as a prize, Exzel’s body was quite appealing too.  He was eager to see and hear Exzel’s evaluation of the experience.  If she behaved any differently around him without the disguise.  He hoped her words would be honest, not to manipulate him.  He would take the risk of not completely letting his guard down but take her word and actions as genuine unless she gave him a reason not to.

As for the first observation.  “I have had practice with her sister of course.  A little with other humans, and of course I hope to do something like that to her for real.”  To a degree it was how he treated all human women he overpowered, especially Magical Girls.  But there was something extra with Alexandrine as there had been with Emiri.  “Kill an enemy, if you must.  But it is a greater victory to make her yours.  Not just to force her to serve, but make her desire it more than anything.”  A viewpoint Exzel would probably understand.  Hopefully saw some appeal in, even if it might have been complicated by being on the other side of it as well.  Of course forcing to serve was fun as well, as a midway point.  Watching her go from resistance, to submit into undesired obedience and then eventually, mind, heart and soul becoming genuinely loyal.  Eager to serve and impress.  In combat, and for someone like that, intimately as well.

Her approach was an interesting one.  Satisfied, which was good, but the submission appeared to have just been part of her act and role.  Or if not, she snapped out of it quite quickly.  Impressive.  While it would have been to see her feel submissive in the moment, he was not looking to conquer the demon Exzel, not looking to make her serve.  She was an ally, not an enemy.  Only low strength female demons, not worthy of such respect, would be treated the way he treated humans.  There were some who served him, that he used for pleasure.  But it was infrequent, he enjoyed others more.  That was more appealing to do to humans, and even there Emiri had become more common than other humans.  For demons, he preferred those like Exzel, or the succubus Canata.

Her proposal only made that more interesting.  “Hmmm you wish me to try?  I am not like Gyu-maoh.  But it sounds like you understand that.”  It was a question of how far to take it.  How far did Exel want him to go or at least was comfortable with.  For a woman like her it was hard to say just where the line was of how much of her old life she hated, and how much she might crave to reexperience it, maybe even just in the right moment.  For the right partner..

“I am far from exhausted.”  It was true, he came here mostly in case Exzel could not keep up the disguise.  “If we are not in fact done, I am eager to continue, to let the demon, Exzel experience what the Sorceress just did.  That is your desire?  You are my guest, my ally, if you want to forget that though, just for some brief moments.  I can do that.”  He said it with strength, stepped forward a bit.  “This challenge excites me.  Tell me now, what if any line I should not cross, I will do what I wish within those lines, put my power into satisfying you again.”  Not enslave, not force her to submit or keep her here, but ‘taming’ her as she put it was pretty appealing.

[Balthier]

The air in the chamber is thick, heavy with the scent of ozone and the raw, supercharged demonic energy. currently humming beneath Exzel’s marble white skin. She listens to Zorn’s philosophy on conquest, the "greater victory" of making an enemy desire their own submission, and a faint, knowing smirk touches her purple lips. She understands the weight of those words better than most, she has been the prize, the weapon, and the architect of such loyalties.

Exzel doesn't pull away when he steps forward. Instead, she closes the distance, her smaller, pale frame looking almost fragile against the massive, dark expanse of his chest and black fur. The contrast is stark, light against shadow, as she presses her soft, white breasts against him, the heat radiating from her skin evidence of the energy she is already processing. 

"Lines, Zorn?" Her voice is a low, sultry vibration, stripped of the high-pitched desperation of the 'Sorceress.' It is steady, yet carries an edge of genuine, mounting hunger. "In the courts of Dyval, lines are merely suggestions until someone is strong enough to draw them in blood. I didn't come here for safety. I came for a Peer."

She tilts her head back, her long black bob swaying as she looks up at him. The predatory glow in her purple eyes softens, replaced by a calculated, wide-eyed vulnerability that is as much an invitation as it is a confession. She lets her hand slide down from his throat to rest over his heart, feeling the powerful thrum of his demonic vitals.

"It has been... a very long time since I allowed myself to crave anyone. Since I let the 'need' outweigh the mission." She lets out a shaky breath, her fingers curling slightly into his fur. "I don't want a master, and I don't need a jailer... but right now, I need you. I need to feel that strength again, without the mask, without the game. I want to see if you can make a Devil forget her own name the way you broke that girl."

She leans more heavily against him, her body pliant and warm, her eyes searching his with a silent, desperate demand for the very thing that charges her soul. "Give it to me, Zorn. Don't worry about the lines. Just... give me everything you have. I want to be filled with it until... until you make me tremble with pleasure."

Even when she wasn't in the mood, she could be a convincing seductress. But if fact, she was in the mood. She wanted to be railed and her body craved his touch with an ache. "Enough talk, now take me, if you dare."

[SataiRolePlayingGuy]

Zorn had his reasons for caution of course.  Demons’ alliances were often far too fragile.  They were not doing anything to make it more formal, like marriage, either.  He wanted to make sure this would not lead to all too familiar infighting, that so often weakened demons.  That Exzel would not fear he instead to try to make her serve, like her old master.  That she would feel no fear or suspicion of him, if he went unrestrained.  Being on the same page was important, before he gave into the temptation.  To do whatever he wished to het unrestrained, to just maybe see Exzel give into him genuinely, not part of an act.  That image fueled his desire.  It would be hard to prove it was not just an act.  But maybe there was a way.  An interesting thought occurred to him.  Something he would be able to test.

He watched her, unsure how much of it was her training, an act, or genuine desire.  Maybe he would know before it was over.  But for now just going along with it was enough.  “I won’t promise no words..you might like some of them…”  Did she wish to be talked to like he had talked to “Alexandrine’?  He would get going before maybe testing it.  For now they would communicate with their bodies.

A brief dropping of formality, expectations from alliances.  Two demons giving into desire.  Both knew what that often meant.  Zorn’s instincts demanded he try to overpower her.  Make her desire his strength, physical strength as well as will.  To make her want more.  Oh he had ideas.  It would not be like her old master, but he was eager to ‘tame’ her.  That she would look at him differently from other demons, even if she did not serve him.  He had a few ideas of how he could use that, but he had to make her want it.  Want him. 

There were options, if she was up to something more dominant.  But he would start simpler.  He pushed forward, he stepped forward taking her with, and pinning her down on her back, on the bed.  There was intensity in his eyes.  To say, ‘you asked for this, I intend to ‘tame’ you’.  It was a challenge, a very appealing one.  To try to do something like that to such a powerful and beautiful demon.  He pinned his weight down on her his mouth bit at her shoulder, hard, but not enough to break the skin.  Gestures of trying to hold her down, keeping her in place.  Another twist, though more of a playful one.  He did not know if it really worked.  But he put his power into the room.  Enhancing magic already there.  It was possible, but not certain, that in this moment even Exzel’s portals would not work.  Not something he could probably do most of the time.  But just maybe, in the center of his power, he was strong enough to do even this.  It was all meant to impress of course.  That he was powerful enough to do all this.

That was just getting in the mood though.  The test.  To see if Exzel was turned on when he did such things to her.  If she might enjoy a degree of control and dominance from the right demon. As he did so, he positioned himself.  Would not keep Exzel from what she wanted.  He plunged in hard.  Pressing down and biting a bit harder as he did.  He was at full stamina, it was not long before he was thrusting hard and fast.  But this was likely to be one of only a number of positions they did it in.  He was willing to put the time and work.  Do it to exhaustion, try other techniques, to tame this demon was an opportunity he could not miss and he would not take it lightly.