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Morrigan Aensland (vanityparadise) wrote in poseidonacademy,
@ 2009-08-20 13:48:00

Current mood:

devious

Who: John Milton & Morrigan
Doing what: Meeting, and eventually sleeping together; with bonus energy transfer in there somewhere.
When: August 19, 6 pm, Morrigan's room at Gardenia South.
Warnings: Innuendo, adult conversations, and a fade to black before things fully reach the "sleeping together" part.

Handcuffs. They were quaint almost to the point of parody for Morrigan. With her strength, they rarely held; and if they did, it was just because the succubus was going along with a target's idea. Like wearing a specific outfit, or a special perfume; Morrigan regarded most of the instruments involved in the BDSM branch of human sexuality as nothing but tools to be used when appropriate. If wearing them, or acting like they mattered helped her target of choice relax; that's all Morrigan was concerned with.

Stretching, she let her gaze drift to her closet. In addition to her clothes, there was another section; hidden by a simple cloaking spell. Several shelves worth of various objects, including but not limited to; whips, gags, harnesses. It looked as if Morrigan had found a specialty store and promptly worked on emptying their warehouse. In actuality, it was a very small sample of her collection compared to what she kept at the estate. Blinking as the cloaking spell reactivated, the objects appearing as book-laden shelves ready to collapse under the weight; Morrigan turned in her chair until she was facing her bedroom door, stood and headed for the common room.

"He should be here any minute." she thought, frowning as a faint rush of excitement shot through her blood. While Morrigan was looking forward to seeing how this meeting would work out, she wasn't excited enough to warrant that. Or so she thought. Concentrating, Morrigan's outfit reformed into a simple black evening gown, accented by a bat-shaped necklace hanging around her throat. "There. This should be nice enough."

Looking at the door, Morrigan began to pace, but stopped after a few times. "Look at this realistically, please. Yes, it's exciting, but calm down. Honestly, you're acting as if he's your.." Morrigan tuned out her inner voice and idly moved her dominate hand to toy with the pendant.

"He's nothing of the sort, thank you."

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rulinginhell
2009-08-20 06:04 pm UTC (link)

John was looking good. In reality though his actual appearance had changed little though since he had last seen Morrigan. He had on the stupidly expensive black suit, this time with a tie. It was pressed this time and looked perfect. He had on a nice expensive watch and matching cufflinks. In his right hand was a small black box with a red bow on top like a gift, inside were four sets of strong handcuffs.

He was going to enjoy this a great deal. Normally John had to hold back some when he did this sort of thing. With Morrigan he could tell he would have less restrictions. He hadn't been able to do that in a long long time.

He had mused to himself if it was possible that she could not break them and had considered etching a sigil on them making them unbreakable. Perhaps that would be a nice suprise some other time for her. John smiled at the idea as he came up the steps to Morrigan's room.

He could sense that she was in the room and John promptly stepped up to the door, rapping lightly on it with his knuckles and awaiting the doors opening.

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vanityparadise
2009-08-20 06:17 pm UTC (link)

Unlike the last time they'd met, Morrigan opened the door by hand. Giving him a quick glance over, she looked at the bow topped box. "It's not even my birthday." she remarked with a grin. "Please, come inside."

She almost hated how formal they were both acting. Morrigan knew that this little meeting had undertones of a battle for power; and she didn't doubt that John knew the same thing. But, if formality was the name of the game, she could play it for the moment. She would have enough time to turn things in her favor once things had been set up.

"I hope you're prepared for this. I know I am." An arrogant smile came to her face as Morrigan indulged herself via gloating. "It's been ages since I've made someone kneel at my feet, and if I'm going to have someone kneel, who better than you?"

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rulinginhell
2009-08-20 06:39 pm UTC (link)

John smiled at Morrigan. He was going to speak again before Morrigan beat him to it. He listened to her little speech before chuckling softly. He offered her the small black box as a present.

"That's quite good you know. Does that normally work out well for you?" John asked. As Morrigan reached for the box John made sure that his fingers brushed over her hand. "I imagine you could get quite a lot of men to grovel in front of you like that and kiss your boots." He didn't even have to say it to her, just letting his fingers touch her was a stark reminder that he was no ordinary man.

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vanityparadise
2009-08-20 06:59 pm UTC (link)

"I can, yes. To answer your first question, it depends on the person." she replied, taking the box. As his fingers grazed her hand, Morrigan's legs felt as strong as wet newspapers. Steadying herself and ignoring the fast, but strong urge to grab one of his hands and not let go until he was either dead on the floor, or she had overindulged on energy; Morrigan snickered.

"You'd be surprised what people will do simply because an authority figure tells them to do it." Walking to her room, Morrigan untied the ribbon and with a soft squeak, the box was opened. Admiring the four sets of cuffs, she smiled.

"These are quite high quality." she remarked, taking out the first set and examining it. "You have my thanks." Glancing at the other sets, Morrigan whistled.

"Oh, yes. These won't go to waste at all." Giving John a sly smile, once inside her bedroom, Morrigan would indicate the two coils of cord- one rope, one leather- near the foot of her bed.

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rulinginhell
2009-08-20 07:10 pm UTC (link)

"Some of us prefer to rebel against authority, going so far as to give up everything we have just to spit in its eye even if we are 'cast down' from where we came from," John winked at Morrigan as he alluded to his own origins as the Prince of Darkness.

"Like them do you? Good. I'm glad to hear it, you seemed like the discerning type with excellent taste so I felt that just one pair of mild quality wouldn't really do," John said as his eyes caught the cords that she was pointing out to him. Hmm leather as well as a nice cord of rope. Decisions.

John finally got a good look at Morrigan from the rear and let out a wolf whistle at her. "You really do fill out that dress quite well my dear," he said admiring her and her dress. "But then again I suppose you hear that a lot don't you?"

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vanityparadise
2009-08-20 07:22 pm UTC (link)

"You're asking me to blame you for wanting to give that particular concept a kick in the teeth?" Morrigan was very careful not to mention the Christian god by name. She didn't want or need any of the side effects. Her eyes lit up, as if she were about to tell one of the best secrets ever. "That's exactly why it exists. You don't grow stronger just through training, you grow stronger by making your opponent realize their own weakness and breaking their resolve to question you as many times as it takes."

A pause. "I wouldn't stop with just spitting in its eye. It isn't as fun if it doesn't hurt."

But enough about that. As John mentioned the handcuffs, she watched as he glanced to the few supplies on the bed. The wolf whistle made her smile. "Thank you." she replied simply. "Yes, I hear it quite a bit." Morrigan examined his suit for a moment. "And you probably hear that you can wear a suit very nicely."

The urge was still there. Not as loud as it had been when their hands had brushed, but there. Setting the gift box onto her desk, Morrigan took a seat in the desk's chair. Crossing her legs, the tips of her shoes poking from beneath her skirt, she indicated her closet.

"There's more in there, if you'd like to look."

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rulinginhell
2009-08-20 07:38 pm UTC (link)

"Oh if I have my way it will do much much more than hurt," John said half amused at her words. She probably assumed as much. Her words about breaking down someones resolve to question you nearly made him laugh. She was probably quite versed in that too he'd wager. How right she was in this instance as well.

"I do hear it quite a bit. Although everyone is surprised once they really know who I am. I have to admit I like it that way. Underestimated is a good position to be in," he said with a grin on his face.

John indulged his curiousity like a good source of all evil should, and took a peek inside of the closet. He smiled at the illusion before he blinked, to see through it. Lucifer had seen several collections of these sorts of things over the time but this one was still quite impressive. He reached for a few things inside before he found one or two things that made him chuckle. He withdrew a bright red large ball gag and looked over at Morrigan. "Is this an indication that you are a screamer?"

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vanityparadise
2009-08-20 07:50 pm UTC (link)

"It is." Oh, what the hell, she could indulge him a bit. "If I had a dollar for every time some idiot businessman was surprised to find out that the shy newcomer they picked up at a local bar-" here Morrigan moved to indicate herself, her cheeks going flush as she temporarily played the role of a shrinking violet to a t; "Isn't as easy as they thought, I could drown in the extra money." Back to her normal appearance, she watched as he explored her hiding place and asked about the gag.

"It could be. I usually only scream when it's worth it. Or if I know it's what someone wants to hear. Not everyone does, and what kind of person would I be if I didn't accomodate them?"

Picking up the comment he had dropped about his plans doing more beyond hurting, she snickered. "Will it? Good. I might have to stick around to watch that happen."

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rulinginhell
2009-08-20 07:59 pm UTC (link)

"That sounds terribly amusing," John remarked about her story. "I imagine its a good replication of a deer in the headlights when you strap them in, hmm?"

John set the ball gag down back where it belonged before moved back away from the closet and looked over at Morrigan again, this time from the front. He looked at the bat trinket for a moment before moving over towards the succubus. John reached down again, his fingers moving about the outline of it and touching her skin. "A bat hm? What does that stand for? Is it a part of your house heraldry or just something you have come to like?"

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vanityparadise
2009-08-20 08:10 pm UTC (link)

"For the most part. There have been a few times where they actually looked pleased." Giving a dismissive shrug and a devil-may-care grin, she felt his gaze linger on her necklace.

When it moved from gazing to touching it, and in turn, her, Morrigan stiffened for a split second; as if she'd been shot. Reaching for his shoulders as support, as Morrigan suddenly didn't trust herself to stand; she managed an answer. "Just something I've come to like. Bats and I have quite a bit in common, the least-"

Her words continued, slower, as though she was trying to ignore someone just out of her line of vision doing something attention-grabbing. "The least I can do is appreciate them." But it wasn't someone outside of her line of vision; it was that familiar feeling that had shown up during their last meeting.

"How can you do that so easily?" she asked, reeling from her latest hit, as it were, and trying to downplay the effects.

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rulinginhell
2009-08-20 08:17 pm UTC (link)

John's other arm moved around her waist to help keep her steady there and very close to him. He smiled as he looked into her eyes. "My dear I have power and energy at my disposal that would shatter your world if you felt it all," he whispered into her ear. The only thing separating the two of them was their clothes as he gave her neck a light kiss.

"What's it like when I touch you hm? Does it do as much for you as I think it does. You've already got your arms around my shoulders and I can tell your legs are weak right now," he asked her quietly again. "And you know I haven't even really even begun..."

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vanityparadise
2009-08-20 08:36 pm UTC (link)

Morrigan had missed this specific kind of power exchange. Most of her own involved simply physical pleasure, with the occasional strong suggestion if someone was being particularly stubborn. His mention of having more power made her smile. "You think-" her words were eaten by a sudden gasp as he kissed her neck.

"You think that you're the only one here with some kind of power?" she finally replied. But John had the advantage, since half of Morrigan's power was sealed into Lilith as a protective measure. Feeling him against her, Morrigan took a moment to answer. "If you have to ask that- I've only got my arms around you because my legs are weak." It was an awful lie. Morrigan was enjoying both the psychological games and the occasional jolts of energy the way someone would enjoy a good meal and a well aged bottle of wine.

Tightning her grip on him, Morrigan gave a proper answer to his question.. "It's.." she faltered on how to explain it. "It's.. You're.." Feeling her resolve losing to the continued growing sound of her own demand for energy, Morrigan buried herself in the continuing barrage of feelings and lifted her eyes to his. Whatever upper hand she had hoped to play was as of right now; irretrievable.

"Continue. Please."

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rulinginhell
2009-08-20 08:43 pm UTC (link)

John chuckled as she asked him to continue on with what he was doing. He figured that the 'please' at the very end was the important word to look at.

"Only my dear, because you said the magic word," John responded as he drew Morrigan close and kissed her. He held her there in the embrace, letting her begin to siphon off what she needed... And to continue the addiction that he knew was growing inside of her to his energy.

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vanityparadise
2009-08-20 08:56 pm UTC (link)

Allowing her access to what he had described as a large amount of energy probably wasn't the smartest thing to do; and she breifly wondered if he'd realize that. As they kissed, Morrigan set about taking some of the energy; feeling it stream into her blood. Again, she went rigid, her hands tightning to the point that if John weren't supernatural, he'd be nursing broken two broken shoulders.

Holding the kiss as she began to guide him to the bed, Morrigan took her fill and internally reeled from it. The rush was at least ten times stronger this time, and she risked blacking out. Energy overload was a very real threat, even if the succubus rarely had to worry about it. Forcing herself not to fully head into the euphoria that came with it, since she'd be rendered near comatose; Morrigan broke the kiss.

"I might have to say it more often." she said with a laugh.

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rulinginhell
2009-08-20 09:49 pm UTC (link)

As the embrace was broken John smiled at Morrigan's remark. He could feel her draining energy from him and put to to her own uses. Fascinating really, and she said this could be used in combat. He notice the feeling on his shoulder as his hands began to undo her dress from the back.

"If you say it more often you'll like the result. I can guarantee it," John moved down with Morrigan till they were on the bed.

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vanityparadise
2009-08-20 10:03 pm UTC (link)

As her dress slid from its position on her shoulders towards the floor, Morrigan looked up at John. The bed accomodated them both easily, and she gave a slight incline of her head in understanding.

"I'll hold you to that." she replied, her grip on his shoulders relaxing. There was no time like the present to test the theory. Moving to kiss along his neck, she felt gratified. "Please make due on your guarantee, then."

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