Clark Kent (inajiffy) wrote in zombielandlogs, @ 2018-09-22 14:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !potm: the succubus, dc: clark kent, teen wolf: allison argent |
Characters: Clark and Succubus!Allison
Location: Clark's cell
Time: Bendy
Warnings: TBD/It's a succubus
Summary: Clark does his damnedest to resist the succubus
Status: Closed | Complete
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Things had been overly weird for the past few days it seemed. Well, not weird but something had definitely been off. Not only did his super hearing give him excerpts of some of the most interesting things, he just knew something was wrong. Off to the point that he needed to investigate it. He’d thought that spending time with his cousin would make those worries go away, but they hadn’t. The one thing about being Kryptonian was that you heard the whole world. When you live in the prison? You heard everything. Every last word someone said, every last battle and… every last moan. Sometimes it was a bit too much to handle, but for the most part he could tune it out. Flying had been a reprieve for a little bit, but he’d decided to head back inside the prison, heading towards his cell grab a few things. Afterward, he’d head back out and do a bit more flying. Maybe he’d find a location that could be used for the engineers of the prison. Or maybe he’d just find a nice, good place for those who preferred their solitude. Wearing a bright crimson dress, She stalked the hallways looking for Her next victim. Her reign of terror would likely be brief but She wasn’t thinking that far ahead. She had been in the desert starving and now She had finally found the buffet. She couldn’t stop stuffing Herself. She was hungry for it all and Her head turned as Her eyes followed a well muscled man walking down the hallway in one of the cellblock. The hunger immediately flared up again. It was never-ending. If She could think freely, She might realize that She had essentially become a zombie. But there had never been a zombie as dangerous as She was. She began to follow him slowly, watching how he moved, Her eyes raking over that ass. It really was impressive. Allison Argent was no slouch either, especially when She was in control. She had to hunt down this red dress but it clung to all of her curves perfectly. She had paired it with a matching bright crimson lipstick that Allison would never wear. What was especially noticeable was the fact that despite all the makeup and the beautiful dress, She wore no shoes. It wasn’t Her fault that a nice pair of shoes was hard to come by. She followed Clark all the way to his cell and once inside, She put Her hand against the door and leaned in seductively. “Whatcha up to?” She asked, a beautiful smile to accompany the tone of voice She used. The Kryptonian knew that he was being followed down the cellblock, knew that someone was there. Though, it wasn't footsteps that he recognized. There was no familiarity to their gait or how they walked. Which meant that it wasn't Kara, Alex or anyone else that he knew. However, people walked down this cellblock all the time so he didn't think much of it. Turning at the sound of the girl's voice, he stops short. How could he not? For a young woman she was very beautiful. Even if he didn't see the point of wearing something like that in the prison, unless someone was trying to impress their boyfriend. Then again, he wasn't a girl. There was no telling what went through their minds when they dressed up. He does, however, notice the lack of shoes. "Not up to much of anything," he tells her, giving a small smile of his own. Just because he thought she was beautiful didn't mean much. Not when he had Lois back home. Even if it was taking him a bit to realize that he might never see her again. Something that hurt deep down inside. "You're going to get sick," he tells her. “Really?” She asked, tilting Her head to the side, letting Allison’s dark curls fall along the side of Her face. Allison looks innocent on most days but in this outfit, not so much and She knows it. Allison was a girl but She was older than most of these so-called ancient vampires. She knew what She wanted and She took it. “You might be right, actually,” She said as she stepped away from the door and further into the cell, giving Clark no room to escape. She can feel his discomfort but it didn’t dissuade Her as She continued to walk towards him. “Do you want to check me for a fever?” She looked up him with those heavily lined doe eyes of Allison’s. She kept walking closer and closer until he was essentially pinned against his own bunk with nowhere to go except through Her if he wanted to escape. She licked Her lips suggestively as She was now so close to him that all it would take was another step or two until She was on top of him. She let her energy curl around him and his and She was intoxicated. She spread that same dazed feeling towards him. Oh, he had a feeling that this was going to be bad. The outfit was very nice and the hair was beautiful, but something was definitely wrong with the girl before him. He didn't even know who she was or what was going on. Clark had only been here to grab a thing or two. The room was too small to really fly away from her, even as he stepped back a bit until he was pretty much pinned between her and the bunk he was using. His discomfort could choke a horse for anyone that could smell things like that. "No, I really don't. You should go to the infirmary for that." He could feel that energy curl around him and it hits him like a mack truck. It didn't mean that he wasn't still uncomfortable. In fact, the Kryptonian wasn't sure what he was feeling right now. That power felt amazing. “Are you sure?” She asked, taking one more step forward, letting Her energy wind around him in invisible wisps, almost pulling him closer. She could feel his resistance and instantly knew that this was part of his personality. He was uncomfortable in his own skin, with his own sexuality, and perhaps had love for another. That was fine. She wasn’t looking to break up any relationships because angst was harder to feed on than lust. She had already had Her fair share of blood and now She wanted sex. She wanted him. She was so close now, Her hands on his chest. Would he remove them? She had to use more energy on him than She would normally use with a man. Was he gay? That was a possibility but it shouldn't have mattered. She was what She was and sexuality didn’t matter once She had Her hooks into someone. “Because I think you’d like to check me for more than just a fever,” She said, her lips inches away from his. She could feel some of his discomfort melt away, but not nearly all of it. “You’re so tense. Why don’t you let me rub your shoulders? Go ahead. Sit down. I’ll make you feel better.” She gave him a gentle push towards the bunk, hoping he would sit down at least so She could better put Her hands on him. She just wanted to touch him, to feel that tasty alien energy on the tip of Her tongue. "I'm sure." It wasn't that he was uncomfortable in his own skin, he wasn't. Hell, he'd had sway with Cat Grant at one point in time. He didn't need that here and now. Didn't want that here and now. What he wanted was to get this stranger away from him. His love for Lois Lane was the most likely culprit that was getting in the way of what was going on so far. He reaches down and takes a hold of her wrists to gently remove her hands away from his chest. If She was paying attention then she'd feel the strength in those hands. A strength that was definitely different from any other human's hands. Then again, he's not human. The Kryptonian swallows hard when those lips get so close to his own. As for pushing him toward his bunk, the push would barely make a dent in his movement. Though, her power just... it was intoxicating and suffocating at the same time. There's really no where for him to go so he ends up sitting down anyway," You should go." This was getting far more awkward than he liked. “Where should I go?” She asked him. She definitely felt that strength in his hands but his energy tells Her more about him than physical strength ever could. There were so many different brands of creatures in Everett that She was even having a hard time keeping track. This one was different and She wanted him. She wanted to feed, not on blood, but on strength, on energy. When Her hands made contact with his shoulders, She felt him immediately tighten up and She worked more of Her own energy into those tight muscles. And they were really tight, almost like they were made of stone. “Who is she?” She asked him softly as She leaned down over him. “Or is it a he?” She grinned, not really caring one way or another. She didn’t often meet someone who could override Her own persuasive powers with feelings of their own. He was so strong and She wanted him bad, almost bad enough to kill. But no. She had to control Herself with this one. She thought it would be worth it in the long run. She leaned down and kissed the side of his neck as She continued to rub his shoulders. “Loosen up just a little bit, won’t you?” "I'm not sure where you should go exactly," He tells her honestly. "Just not in this cell." The very empty cell that held only him in it. All he wanted was her away from him, but whatever that power was... it was intoxicating. Something that Clark was doing his damnedest to resist. To be honest? He didn't like the idea of anyone messing with his body. Didn't like the idea that this could be construed as cheating on his girlfriend. Something that he would never do. Not when she was his whole world. Not when he planned on making her a Kent. An unofficial Kryptonian, as it were. "Lois Lane," he murmurs when he feels that energy of hers. An energy that he was slowly losing to. "My world," He states simply even as he gives a soft groan. That kiss to the side of his neck felt good, but it wasn't what he wanted. "No offense, I'm not sure that I can loosen up for you." Even though the tension in his shoulders was slowly dissipating. “Lois Lane,” She let the words slide right off her tongue like hot butter. She liked the sound of it and wished that Lois was here. Maybe then, all three of them could have a little fun together. Even the hint of Clark giving in was arousing. Even that little bit of push against the resistance made her want even more. There were few that were strong enough to resist Her will but they did exist. When conquered, they tasted so much better. “What a pretty name. Why don’t you tell me about her?” She pressed, hands still kneading into muscles that were literal steel and were never going to give way, no matter how influential her energy could be. “You must miss her terribly. You poor boy,” She barely whispered that last part into his ear, kissing his neck again. His feelings for Lois were a nice addition to the energy She was already feeding on. That was partly why Her instincts weren’t to rip him to shreds. It depended on Her mood, really. There were many different ways to feed now that She had a physical body to use as Her own. “Tell me what you love about her,” She demanded, Her hands never leaving his body. He might not be able to loosen up but She still liked the way he felt against Her. The only one that could truly get his shoulders to loosen up would be someone like his cousin. Someone who was Kryptonian born. Or maybe even his girlfriend, Lois Lane. Not that he's ever been tense enough for her to even have to try something like that. Not when he loved his job and was hardly ever tense. Despite saving the city almost every single day. Another groan escapes him and he closes his eyes. If he thought of Lois then maybe this whole ordeal would go away. A part of him thought that maybe this was something Lex would be a part of. However, there was no kryptonite here and the man had beenput behind bars," She's amazing. Doesn't take crap from anyone and is a wonderful reporter, if albeit a bit reckless sometimes." He's not sure why in the world he's telling her this. Telling her anything about Lois at all," I do miss her. It's hard in this world, but at least I have family here." Even if he had no intention of talking about his cousin. "Her voice. How tough she is in any situation. Her ability to adapt when it's called for," he states softly. The more he talked about Lois, the more open he became. It was not physical but there were so many layers to intimacy. She could feel his love for Lois through his words and She took pleasure in that too. She wraps Her arms around him as if She could maybe squeeze him to death, like a juicebox. But She didn’t apply much pressure with Her arms, only enough so that he could really feel it. And then She let go of his shoulders and moved around in front of him. She put both Her hands on the sides of his face. “Lois sounds beautiful,” She said, looking deeply into his eyes. “She wouldn’t want you to be lonely. She loves you. She would want you to be happy.” She pressed Her lips softly to his. If he rejected Her advances at this point, She would give up and leave him alone. If not, She would keep pushing to see how far She could go. The succubus could try to squeeze him, using that strength of hers, but it probably wouldn't get her very far. Not with his own Kryptonian strength keeping his body fit and almost indestructible. It was weird talking about Lois to a woman that he didn't know. Before he knew it, she wasn't behind him anymore. No, she was suddenly in front of him with her hands on the side of his face," Lois is beautiful." Would always be beautiful to him. Mind and body. Not that he'd tell the world about that. "I love her too," He murmurs staring into those intense eyes. For a moment he doesn't realize what he's doing. Doesn't realize that he's kissing her back, listening to the beat of her heart and tasting whatever had been on her lips last. However, his love for Lois pulls through and he pulls back away from her. "You should really go." Even if there was a part of him that didn't want her to, but he couldn't do that to Lois. Never to the woman that was his world. “Okay,” She relented. She had already fed on him enough to feel satisfied for now. If he wasn’t exactly who he was, She likely would have devoured him on the spot. If She couldn’t have someone, no one else would either. That and She was insatiably hungry. But for some reason, with Clark, She was able to hold out. She knew that if She could come back and try again, even that little bit of acquiesce would taste so sweet. She retreated from his cell knowing full well that She would be back again soon. For now, She would leave him with his sweet dreams of Lois. |