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asmodeus, king of hell, demon of lust (hammadai) wrote in entrywaythreads,
@ 2021-03-13 11:12:00

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asmodeus, brynhild

WHO Asmodeus & Brynhild
WHAT Brynhild comes looking for a job.
WHEN About 45 minutes after this
WHERE The Brothel
RATING Almost assuredly through the roof high

It might have been odd for others, but Asmodeus, demon of lust, was no stranger to being a prostitute. He'd been the first holder of the world's oldest profession, and he was fairly certain he'd last to the end of time with it, too. Prostitution took all the parts of sex that Asmodeus found distasteful—attraction, love, human emotion—and tossed them out the window. So though he owned, as much as anyone owned anything here, the Brothel, he was also an employee.

He'd just finished with some nameless schmuck, one of a thousand ready to explode all over any of the prostitutes. It was a nasty business, most of the time, because of course it was. He strode down the hall, for once wearing clothes (though it did very little to hide the very erect member of the party). Although a robe was clothing only in name, and not at all in general, actual usage.

Still, he was clothed for the most part, which was convenient, because at that point, one of his whores stuck her head into the hall and said, "Boss! There's a redhead here. Asking for Dea."

"Mm." Asmodeus tugged on the belt of his robe and moved faster, slipping into the room she'd come out of. "Go take a break, Kelsie." He turned to the redhead, holding his arms wide. "Brynhild. A delight to meet you in person."

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brynhild_ingouf
2021-03-14 11:11 pm UTC (link)

She waited until he was seated, the addict in her wanted to take the closest seat she could. But that sane part, the half of her that was fighting for control, made her body move for a chair that was a comfortable distance. She was not the sort of woman to give on to baser inclinations, it had not been that long since she fed. So she seated herself so that they would be comfortably facing each other. There was no avoiding being bathed in that delightful smell though.

Bryn smiled then, "I would like it if you did. I did enjoy talking to you, and if you were to employ me I would be eternally grateful. But..." her smile wilted just a little, confession time, "I must tell you something first, that may make or break it." Her gaze lifted to his eyes, almost sure that there wasn't any chance of glamouring him. Not that she would try.

She took a breath. "You would be the first person I've told, here..." she knew the procrastination tactic the second it was out of her mouth. She couldn't help but pull a face. "I'm a vampire."

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hammadai
2021-03-19 04:14 pm UTC (link)

Vampire. Well, that explained the additional lust. Asmodeus nodded solemnly, as though he had to consider it. Vampires, like everything Asmodeus had ever touched, had become sexy. "I see," he said, in a very serious tone of voice that implied he was considering whether or not to hire her. But he'd already made up his mind—hire, for sure—and a little inconvenience like being a bloodthirsty monster wasn't going to prevent him from hiring her.

"So you require blood." He shrugged a massive shoulder. "I have that. You might like it a little much, though I won't tell you no. Or, rather, I reserve the ability to tell you no and the promise that I won't be ignored." If he could turn down a rutting incubus, he could turn down a vampire.

He tipped his head. "You keep most of what you earn; I get the sexual feelings—no work required from you there, it's a thing I do—and a single coin from each transaction. Charge as you like, come and go as you like, one coin to me, and you get to pick and keep your own room." He smiled, coiling his fingers around the rope that kept his robe from falling open.

"Now, let's discuss your need for blood, shall we?"

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brynhild_ingouf
2021-03-20 05:43 am UTC (link)

Bryn didn't beat around the bush when he made the statement that she needed blood, she gave a single solid nod, before her eyebrows shot up. She had the intention to take blood from her clients, she had not thought about drawing from the fallen angel. So the gobsmacked look was clear on her face for a good few moments.

She didn't miss what was said about pay, she wasn't that shocked. But it did wear off after a moment or two. And her eyes did drift down to where he toyed with the belt of his robe.

"Alright. Well, I am quite old, for a vampire. I don't need much. Less than a shot glass full every other week if it is human blood, if it is from something else, the need can stretch farther. I've had demon blood, were blood, fae blood... and they all have different effects on me. Like if I took blood from a Were that was in season, I would be almost unbearably horny for at least three weeks, if not longer." She dragged one leg over the other, crossing them at the knee. "Your offer surprised me, I don't know if I would want to draw from you, if you are not affected by my venom. I wouldn't want experience to be something you did not find pleasurable. But I will assure you, even if you smell..." She dragged her teeth over her lower lip. "My will power is unbeatable. If you say no, I can, and will stop."

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hammadai
2021-03-21 12:42 am UTC (link)

"I find the idea of calling it venom a little..." He wavered his hand in the air, head tilting to the side and eyes narrowing as he thought of the word. "Hasty. Venom implies poison, which implies death or serious injury." Asmodeus straightened his posture a bit. "What you describe sounds... like a narcotic. Or a very good high."

He liked drugs. They went so well with sex. And rock'n'roll, which Asmodeus also supported for a variety of reasons that mostly had to do with AC/DC and their musical talent. He liked it, though, because rock and roll was a fantastic sort of music, and before rock and roll, it had been swing, which was a glittering, jazzy sort of music that had made his insides swim like good alcohol and mediocre weed. It'd been good, and it'd been even better when he'd had a vagina. The dresses from the twenties had been revolutionary.

Shifting a little closer, Asmodeus drew up his sleeve, exposing the heavily tattooed skin of his left wrist. He didn't know why this body had so many tattoos; it hadn't been his choice, but he wasn't opposed. "Come on." He wiggled his fingers, making the vein jump in his arm. "It'll probably make you so horny you can't see straight, or maudlin with love, or maybe both, but wouldn't it be a tremendously fun ride?"

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brynhild_ingouf
2021-03-21 09:47 am UTC (link)

She didn't want to point out that she was a vampire, and she was dead. She would not argue that the word venom was a little harsh, but it had been the only one she had heard used. Bryn sucked in a breath as he offered his wrist to her. The unknown worried her, just a little. But would a little bite hurt? She didn't need to feed just then, so a little taste...

There was only so long she could restrain everything, her fangs extended with a click. Her breathing picked up, even though she could do without it entirely. The sound of blood throbbing through his wrist became louder. She closed her eyes and just listened. What was the worst that could happen?

"Alright. But if it hurts, if there is anything you dislike, say stop loudly. You blood is loud, I do not want to miss it."

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hammadai
2021-03-22 06:10 am UTC (link)

"I don't think it'll really be a problem," he said, sliding forward on his seat to offer her his wrist. How much damage could she really do to him? Asmodeus was a demon, sure, but he'd been an angel once, long ago, and that kind of sheer power didn't just disappear. He just used it very infrequently.

He could use it now, if she hurt him. His powers were immense; he could cause harm just by thinking it enough, but he rarely did. He'd only done it five times, and each of them had been for very specific reasons. Asmodeus was not, despite all he said and did, an irresponsible son of God. Or daughter of God, as the case may occasionally have been.

"If you don't stop after I tell you, I have ways." He wiggled his fingers again, his veins popping up so they were more visible. "Come on, Bryn. Take a bite. And if it makes you horny... well, you are in a whorehouse, sugar bear."

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brynhild_ingouf
2021-03-22 10:35 am UTC (link)

There was only so far her willpower would aid her, when such a welcome temptation lay before her in the throbbing of those thick veins. Bryn sank down onto the floor, and moved closer to him, so that taking from his wrist, as offered.

She took his wrist in hand, and was as gentle as she would be if he were made of glass. She drew it up to her lips, and lightly ran her tongue over those veins. Her saliva laced with that venom she spoke of, hoping the initial penetration of her fangs wouldn't hurt. After all it wasn't every day that she was offered the blood of an Angel.

After another deep breath she leaned over, and bit. The moment her fangs penetrated flesh that venom that was pumped into the wound would serve two purposes, if it worked. One to release dopamine and endorphins into his bloodstream, and two to keep the wound open, and blood from clotting as she drew from him. And she didn't take much. Two good mouth fulls, and she pulled back. Breathing as if she'd run miles, or just finished fucking. She wiped her mouth, before piercing her thumb on her fang and tracing the wound with her own blood, to seal it.

She pushed herself back until her back met the front of a chair. As Asmodeus' blood coursed through her. "By the gods."

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hammadai
2021-03-22 04:27 pm UTC (link)

For the first instant, for that very singular moment where the teeth popped through his skin, Asmodeus felt pain. Not a bad pain, not the kind of pain that would stop him from giving himself over again. No, just a sharp, needle-like pain, and then it was gone, replaced with endorphins that even he, simple-minded monster that he was, could recognize. He rattled off their names in his mind, eyes sliding closed.

If it wasn't true that he was always hard, Asmodeus would have gotten aroused at the very feeling. Euphoria, something... almost addictive, for someone less than he.

He waited until she pushed herself back and fell, torso-first, into a chair. Then he grinned and tipped his head to the side. "We can do that any old time, Bryn. You tell me when you need it, and I can provide." He ran a thumb over his wrist, pausing as he caught the bite. "Don't worry about sealing it up next time, though; I heal fast."

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brynhild_ingouf
2021-03-23 05:22 am UTC (link)

Her breathing was still labored. But she smiled through it. Already she was feeling the affects. The warmth in her cheeks, if her lips had not been painted they would be properly pink. "I have to. The enzymes in the bite are meant to keep your blood from clotting, and keep the wound from closing. If anyone wants blood from me, I have to do the biting first otherwise it's a fruitless venture. Even if you healed from it regardless... I would not want to waste a drop to the floor." And thanks to his blood, the wound in her thumb was already closed.

Bryn leaned her head back on the cushion. Her breathing slowed, to something more normal, and it was then that she noticed, which caused her to sit up straight once more. "My heart is beating." That was something she had not ever had happen before. She glanced down at her hands and her fingertips were pink.

"Oh. If I get blood from you again, I am doing it proper." Already she wanted to. But she knew she didn't need to. This was more alive than she had ever been in all her 1200 years being a vampire. Even Erandur hadn't made her heart beat.

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hammadai
2021-03-24 06:19 pm UTC (link)

"You're welcome to it any time you want. Just know that I'm not a jealous type, so you can gnaw on anyone you want." Asmodeus paused, rubbing his hand along his jaw, feeling the beard there. He'd once tried to shave in this body and discovered that it not only should never be done, but it made him look like a potential child molester. It didn't help that the body was huge and muscular, that it was a monster of a human.

He tipped his head to the side, a habit he'd gained millennia ago and never found the need to break. "Just be cautious when you drink my blood, darling girl, because it might have... unexpected consequences, beyond even the heartbeat."

The thought that her heart beat after she drank his blood made Asmodeus... not anxious, exactly, but decidedly not excited. It was the first time a vampire had ever eaten from him, and that his blood caused her dead heart to beat once more... God had plans, apparently. Even here in this purgatory that he didn't think was God's.

"Now. Let's go find your room, shall we?" He stood, offering her his arm. "I've got a lot. Different sorts. And if you want a specific room but you want to change the decor, all you have to do is tell me."

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brynhild_ingouf
2021-03-25 10:42 am UTC (link)

Semi occupied with how blood flooded her fingertips and then retreated out of them if she mashed then together. When he offered his arm, she slowly stood up from the floor, slowly because she didn't want to get dizzy from the blood rushing to different places. The heartbeat wasn't the only thing she was feeling.

Once Bryn was on her feet she nearly clung to his arm. Hooker shoes were not good for times like these. "I was thinking something in the front, with a window, so I could hang a sheet in front of it and do a little bit of exhibitionism to bring in clients. Like they would do in the 'old west'." She could think of more than one brothel she'd heard of that had used the trick. "I don't really mind what it looks like inside. Likely I'll get things to change it up from time to time." Her pupils were almost fully dilated. Thought she didn't know it.

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hammadai
2021-03-25 04:52 pm UTC (link)

Asmodeus noticed that he was quite a bit larger than she was, so he shifted. He went from a huge, hulking man to a smaller woman. Still tall, for a woman, but it made the height difference a little simpler. Less severe.

"Don't worry, darling," she said, patting Bryn's arm. "Who do you think started that tradition?" Or she had in her world, anyway; it had been a delight.

"We'll figure out what you need. You just let me know, and I'll make it happen." Asmodeus began to lead Bryn toward the door, cautious and slow. She seemed to be handling the blood okay for the moment, but Asmodeus wasn't going to push her too far, too fast. "There're a few rooms facing the front, but if you'd like to do that sheet trick, we could make your room the central one."

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brynhild_ingouf
2021-03-26 11:00 am UTC (link)

Bryn chuckled softly when she insinuated that she'd started the tradition. She'd wished she'd known about it when she owned her houses of ill repute. but she probably would have been run out of London instead of leaving as she pleased.

"Alright, that makes sense." She paused, it was time for common sense over fashion sense. She kicked off the tall shoes and leaned down to scoop them up. Because where would she be after she didn't have Asmodeus to lead her around? Besides they would be able to move a little faster.

"Is there one right above the sign? With the sheet if they don't pay attention to the actual dimensions of my body, they would never know who it was putting on a show, and they wouldn't have to." If it drummed up business it was good for everyone. "And I wouldn't actually have to be naked, they have these lovely obscene leggings that are fitted just so that if they were flesh toned you wouldn't be able to tell one way or another." She'd seen them in the shops... Oh!

"I almost forgot. I did find you some seeds, if the vendor is to be believed. I just have to go to the library and look up hydroponics, to get more than just an idea, and what the best lamps are to use. And you could have your weed farm."

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hammadai
2021-03-27 04:52 am UTC (link)

"Well, there is now." Asmodeus grinned and bumped her shoulder up against Bryn's. She nodded ahead of them, towards the long line of doors as Bryn got her shoes in hand. Shoes were a terrible bore, although Asmodeus had gotten her hand involved in a few particularly unique situations, and had helped create an entirely new sort of shoe for strippers. It had been a fun, drug-crazed week.

She gestured toward a door about halfway down, with a beautiful red door that had black accents on it. The name plate read Bryn in phenomenally stunning cursive. (Asmodeus was many things; willing to forgo showmanship was never one of those things.)

"Here we are." She released Bryn's arm and turned, smiling. "Just give me the seeds, lovey, I can do it from there. Or I can try, anyway, and then if it doesn't work, I'll come and ask about the lamps." She patted Bryn's shoulder. "Sound good?"

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brynhild_ingouf
2021-03-27 11:08 am UTC (link)

Her jaw dropped when she saw the door. It was perfect. It was as if Asmodeus had known her all her life. She retrieved the seed pouch from the hidden pocket of the dress, at the waist line where the bodice joined the skirt. There were quite a few in the pouch, as she handed it off to the Fallen Angel.

She stepped up to the door, and ran her fingers over the nameplate. "That sounds good to me. The room, whichever you choose, will need fans too, to keep a fresh flow of air into it. But it should yield a harvest fairly quickly." Bryn glanced back and smiled at her new employer. "If you liked the high of when I bit you, I can do it again without taking any blood, just let me know."

Reaching for the knob. She gave it a turn, and the door a push.

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