Aaralon sat down and assumed the position of commonplace studying, hurrying to amply conceal his ample erection (which is not commonplace while studying, he thought). Meanwhile, Xaurian decided to twirl her petite, sinuous self beside the door, so that, when it opened, it would conceal her. But, it creaked open only an inch, and then another inch, nervously and loudly easing aside to reveal the wide green eyes of a young girl he'd never seen before. Finally, she summoned up the courage to open up and walk in, closing the door behind her quietly - yet not noticing Xaurian at all, eyes riveted to the floor. A certain nausea struck Aaralon, as, while he consciously appraised her as very pretty indeed, his gut reaction going from Xaurian to this -mortal- was complete revulsion. While he was wrestling over the ethics of surrendering this innocent victim to a succubus, a large part of him wanted her very dead very soon so he could get very busy with Xaurian.
'This is probably how it'll be with all girls forever on,' he thought to himself with dark satisfaction as this silly weakling spoke up.
"H- Hi, Aaralon.. My name's Klarissa, I... I'm in a lot of your classes... though I don't think you notice me much..." She glanced to the side, avoiding eye contact, as Aaralon's gaze was growing more piercing and anxious with each word. "But I notice you... Every day, all the wonderful things you can do, I... just... I wanted to tell you..."
Xaurian, without the ghost of a sound, strolled behind her, hands clasped behind her back, wings tucked in and arched up into high peaks, one leg extended straight out to the side. Her face sent a chill up Aaralon's spine and a blaze down into his abdomen. It was the face of a twisted little girl and her twisted intellect about to have her way. But she was waiting. And Aaralon decided to act. |