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[i]Ominar, Victorious Secrets
Day 3: 9-am(ish)[/i]
interacting [@13org]'s Corinna & [@Tuujaimaa]'s Nabriales[/center][hr]

Damian, unaware of the change in Corinna's demeanor, couldn't help but chuckle with slight embarrassment at her words, eyes shifting to the side as he began to explain. "It's just something I picked up from my mother. She often made me help and watch her desi-H-Hey!!" 

Damian was surprised(and somewhat frightened) as he found himself suddenly pressed up against a nearby wall, the proximity to Corinna sending filling his mind with a dull haze. His breath hitched slightly as he felt the sharp tip of her finger makes it's way down his face, her taunting words barely piercing the fog of his mind before he suddenly found his mouth fiercely assaulted by the predatory woman.

Brief as the kiss([i]'My first kiss'[/i] he couldn't help but think in the back of his mind) was, it served enough to set a slight thrill of exhilaration through him, the teasing way she held at his lip a moment afterwords seeming to speak to some deeper desire that he himself had never quiet been aware of until now. As she spoke to him in those low, sultry tones, he felt a different hunger take him, this one both familiar and strange. For as she forced him to look into her eyes, he would not only see her intentions very clearly written on her face, but also the surging pool of Vis that lay within her.

Just ripe for the taking.

As the Licentia woman pulled him in closer, preparing to sink her fangs into her 'new toy', a sudden chill would run up her spine as Damian placed a hand upon her shoulder. Instead of pushing her away in an attempt to escape, however, Corinna would find herself brought even closer to Damian, his other hand snaking around her waist to pull her into a more intimate embrace.

[color=Darkorchid]"Prey, am I?"[/color] Damian's voice seemed to reverberate through out his being rather than coming from his mouth, as his whole body seemed to visible vibrate with every uttered syllable. [color=Darkorchid]"Normally, you'd be right Ms. Corinna. But right now. . . I'm [i]tired[/i] of being prey."[/color] As he spoke, Damian's form seemed to suddenly loose form and definition, fading away into a dark violet mist that swirled around the Licentia's form, expanding around her like a cloud of shadow. The bright show lights above each display would be swallowed by the thickening darkness, making the decadent showroom little more than an yawning abyss.

And it was within this abyss that Damian would stay, his form hidden from both sight and senses within the shadowy quagmire. And yet Corinna would feel an intense sense of foreboding course through her body, a fear that would likely be heightened by the sudden sensations of cold that ran through across her flesh. Not even the shadows that lay beneath her clothes was safe from the Nightstalker's influence, and while they seemed to do nothing but squirm and writhe uncomfortably against her skin, their purpose would soon be made clear as she began to feel a slight tug at the core of her being, a gentle stream of Vis being coaxed from within her and into the darkness that caressed her so.

With every passing moment, however, the pull seemed to get just a twinge stronger, just a bit more intense, drawing more and more of her strength into the yawning void.  It would be readily apparent that the longer she stayed here, the worse her position would be. Escape, however, was yet to be an easy thing to come by. For when she tried to move her legs, she'd find a great deal of resistance to the action, the shadowy tendrils that held her constricting in such away as to make movement slow and cumbersome, as well as more tendrils rising from the ground to hold them in place, though these proved to be more of a minor nuisance at best.

Not only did that hinder escape, but so to did the void that embrace her, as without the ability to see in this darkness, navigating the unfamiliar space would prove fairly difficult to say the least. And throughout all of this, she would be able to see Damian watching her, as a multitude of glowing violet eyes formed in the shadows, watching her with that same gentle look that had drawn her to him in the first place.

He said nothing, and besides moulding the shadows around her, he did nothing. He simply watched and waited for the right chance to strike. Somewhere deep down, he felt abhorred by what he was, but yet in place in his mind far deeper, within the heart of his Subconscious, he reveled in this. Even if only for a moment, he had gained a position of control, of power, of [i]dominance[/i] and it felt very satisfying in a way that Damian couldn't say he had properly felt before now. If he was in a proper state of mind right now, Damian would be horrified at himself by these thoughts, these emotions that seemed to go against everything he thought he knew about himself, but thanks to the effects of the potion and his own gluttonous instincts as an Incubus, such inhibitions were gone. And thus, all he had left to do now was indulge himself, even if it was only for just a while longer.