Crystalline Capture [Amun Khayman] -Mature-

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The warm sand underfoot, pushing between bare toes and gliding over her feet was warm to the touch. The vast escape of beach, for as far as the eye could see, bordered by the lapping waters and a touch of foam. A call of a gull, the crashing of waves against the rocks and Sophia found herself at Acerbus Beach. An interesting piece of land, jutting out in to the water, and dappled with the bodies of men and women. Inflamed vista casting a citrus glow across the rippling crystalline as the sun began to slip in to oblivion. A sunset, how beautiful. Each one more brilliant than the one before it.

Torches struck in to the sand and lit with a wavering flame marked the path that lead down to the beach where music was soft and enticing. The laughter of drunkards, the shrill cry of a woman being tossed over a burly mans shoulder and threatened to be carried out to sea- it was their idea of a good time. Everyone was entitled to their own opinions, but Sophia never had found drinking alcohol as very enjoyable. The gentle sway of her hips, each foot placed carefully infront of the other as she tread down the well worn path toward the large group of people who danced and hung off of each other as if they were in private. It was delicious, the waves of heat- the pulse of lust in the air, absorbed through her every breath as heavy lids fell over her nearly radiant azure eyes.

It had been so long since she had fed. Her levels of energy were marked by the very hue of her eyes. A brilliant blue like that of the sea proved of her hunger, while a thick black onyx, like a star glazed night sky would prove she had been sated. Tonight she was on the prowl. To seek and find was never difficult, especially with the finely chiseled figure of a goddess and the presence of intoxicated men. And yet- she did not need to physically be involved in order to feed. No, the hunger, the need for lust and desire that kept her going, could be absorbed through the actions and thoughts of others. Arousal of a man, whether it be subtly in his mindset or standing at attention before her was often enough, and here, tonight, she was surrounded by couples. They were not inhibited due to the intoxication, and thus they let their hands explore one another as they danced. Clothing seemed to be optional after midnight, as Sophia had caught glimpse of at least two topless women by the bonfire already. Interesting, however, that the passion, the lust, was heavier around those who were fully clothed. Was it the fact that there was room left for the imagination? That is what she had concluded over the past few nights she had joined these groups of party goers at the beach, and thus, against her usual taste, she did not arrive in the nude.

A billowing robe of white- sheer and as light as a feather was draped over her feminine curves. A matching hue bikini underneath was visible against the contrast of her slightly tanned flesh. Long, slender legs were bare from the thighs down- the sundress type article of clothing loosely flowing a few inches below her hips in length. The night was warm, and growing darker by the minute. From the path, the young seductress sashayed by a group of men and women standing around the fire- a hand raised to allow her fingertips to gently graze the stubble along a mans jawline. Like an electric flow she could feel his reaction coursing through the air like a wild animal. Instantaneous lust. A desire so strong by the help of physical contact, and yet the woman on his arm made sure he did not follow. What was with women these days.. they did not like to share it seemed. And yet, she could feel the eyes of young women, as well, taking in every detail of her as she passed. A desire- some much different than the males, dancing along her flesh before being absorbed through the skin. It tasted oddly of jealously.. and yet, it was still a desire. A lust.. and that was all it took to feed this hunger.

Lips peeled back from her teeth as she offered a smile in the diection of those around the fire, still swaying in the direction of the lapping waters edge. The first of the salty caress licked at her bare toes, and she took another step, far from hesitant, in to the depths, wading deeper and deeper as she went. Fingertips found the bottom hem of her sundress, lifting it upward, peeling the brilliant white material from her body and tossing it on to the sand behind her. The water reached her knees, and still she strode further- the cat calls and whistles from behind bringing a few other young women to the edge of the water to join her, and a few men as well. Sophia kept her distance for now, lurking, like a predator, feeding off of the energy. Leaning forward, she dove beneath the surface silently, swimming the few feet to the bottom with a curve of her body before resurfacing- hair slicked back over her head. Sophia turned, taking in the sight of those around her. Several men and women had joined in on the swim, some still on the trek from the sand to the water. This was getting easier and easier every night.

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Hunger. Even amongst those more ancient than even the human race it was great enough to alter their plans and force them into fulfilling their necessities for existence. Yet, those called only the Ancient and Enlightened Ones took a certain extra pleasure in the kill of the hunt. This pleasure satisfied no particular hunger or mere mortal lust; they just thoroughly enjoyed killing, and none so much as their High Priest, Amun Khayman, whose prehistoric being demanded to now be fed.

It was a strange world, this Noctum City. Everything was far more different than it used to be; so much more foreign to him. The world had changed drastically since his kind ruled in Egypt, and it would take some adjusting to wander around this world and figure things out. One thing, though, was the same, and that was human frivolity and debauchery, and weakness. Mortals were so weak and easy to control, manipulate, and kill, powerless against netherworld creatures. The hunt was no more different now than it was thousands and thousands of years ago.

There was something about the water of rivers and oceans that entranced people, calling them into the waters for play, relaxation, or thought. The usually calm and monotonous back and forth of the waves, the occasional violence they presented, the smell of the salty sea air and the fall of the sand beneath. The water gave life to the region, and the water held all the power to take that life away as fast as it gave it. On Earth, especially to mortals, the water was the closest thing to a god that they ever came into contact with. Great and powerful, giver of life and death, unable to be halted in whatever endeavor it pursued. Now, though, awakened from millennia of slumber, unwitting young men and women playing in the water were about to meet another god-like creature so intertwined with the water that, as they waded into it, they could not even tell the difference between the High Priest of the Enlightened and the water off of Acerbus Beach.

As the sun set and darkness descended over the beach, a creature waded beneath the surface of the water close by. Reptilian in nature, it seemed to be a crocodile, unnoticed by the distracted denizens of the beach. This tall, great creature, despite all its mastery of the world, was still subject to the whims of the water and its tides, forcing it to take this form. It was happy to oblige, though, watching on the beach as the young creatures danced drunkenly around a fire, in a fashion so similar to their own kind six thousands years ago in Egypt. Even out in the ocean, he could feel what they felt-- the lust, the passion, the desire, the hunger, the carelessness, majestic all of it.

Finally, the tides began to loosen their control over Amun Khayman, and his crocodile nature disappeared as he became one with the water, watching as a woman entered, soon followed by many of the other beach denizens. Wading deeper and deeper into the entrancing water. Closer and closer to death. Had Amun had a face at the time, the dark smile on it would have sent a shudder down the hardest of spines. He moved quickly with the water, so much so that in the night and amidst the drunken people, none could hardly notice as one of their own quickly vanished beneath the waves, their screams of painful horror muffled beneath the water's surface as Amun Khayman devoured them whole. Thrice more this happened, the High Priest himself taking form of the waves to make them vanish one by one to feed his hunger.

Then he approached the woman deepest into the water and stopped; no woman was she. She was different, ancient, immortal. A demon of some kind. And, as Amun observed her in complete form through the water, encircling her body. She was attractive for being in a mortal form, and she was consorting with the mortals freely, meaning despite her age she must know well of the world around her. Amun needed people to assist the Cult in learning the ways of the world and navigating through it; perhaps this attractive morsel could be of use.

The High Priest brought himself together in his mortal form-- handsome, aristocratic, commanding, and strong. His form was completely nude in the water as he materialized some ways away from Sophia and the others, whose numbers had decreased by four. Wading his way through the water, he began to approach Sophia, his pale eyes staring intently at her as if he were but another mortal man attracted to a beautiful woman.

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Over the many years that had passed, Ixchel, as she was known in the beginning, had taken on many human forms. From one body to the next, she could possess them- become them. They were but a shell, and she was their existence. The puppeteer who pulled the strings of the luscious bodies she often chose to be seen as her physical form. And yet, she was still a kind soul- a being who would not knowingly take a life unless it was to save another and with that, the bodies in which she had used over the milena were those of which were falling in to the grasp of death due to their own fate. Widdled away by either time or tragedy, she would cradle their body and whisper to them that it would be all right. An ancient tongue, often mistaken for a spring breeze, as its caress opened the window to let her in to the prop that she would use until she simply found another.

Once upon a time, she had a single form. A body of her own, and in truth, she still possessed it. Able to materialize in to the ancient body that she was seen by her followers ages ago, yet she much rather play around with current styles and figures. Giving immortal life to the bodies that would otherwise decay and be forgotten. This particular form that she used now, this platinum blonde as they referred to it today, was a favorite. It would be a lie to say she had simply came across this precious form in the midst of death. In truth, she had followed this young woman in an alter form until fate had taken her life from her. It had been a few years- time not being an issue, spent in the form between worlds, as she liked to describe it. A dust- a wind, a breeze, a shadow. The only ways to physically describe what she was for that time before she had the opportunity to seduce the fallen and inhabit their shell.

And now, she had yet to spot another being so perfect for what she had in mind. No need to follow, or stalk, a mortal like her prey and wait for their judgment day. No, this body would do just fine. Her own hands often explored the smooth curves of her bodies young flesh, enthralled by her own physique. These touches seemed to call to the lustful desires of men that fed her, and was thus both enjoyable and fulfilling to say the least. Survival was a game that brought its players to do the unimaginable. Everyone would do what they must to survive, and when it was something so simple as to entice those around you, it became easier and easier every day.

Times changed, tastes for women, fashion, even body figure and hair color differed from decade to decade. It was not hard to follow, but when it came to nudity- you truly did not need to have any sense of style. No, in order to feed the desires and have young men lust after you all you needed was a body- thick or thin, tall or short. Fetishes as she had recently been learning about had a niche for everything but she had yet to explore any further in that direction.

The enveloping darkness as the sun slipped beneath the oceans rippling surface made it difficult to take in the exact numbers of those around her. Nothing had been noticed, no screams, no sense of danger, and the dwindling numbers had been overlooked. More men and women joined from around the large bonfire, splashing and chasing one another like children while others simply swam and few explored the softness of one anothers mouths with their own. Kissing was common to see, and from what she had been learning recently, it was also one of the only acts of lustful desire that was acceptable in public. It did not stop her from walking the streets nude, even if that meant she was taken in to custody by the local law enforcement, for they were so easily dealt with. She had yet to see this 'down town' they were taking her too, always able to change their minds before traveling even a few blocks in the back of their cruisers.

Hands pushed back over her scalp, fingertips combing through the wet hair that was slicked back from her face as she stood waist deep in the oceans caress. The water seemed warmer than it had earlier that day when she had visited the beach in daylight only to find very few patrons, leaving her hunger unfulfilled. Tonight she would take drastic measures if need be, for the hunger would soon win over her mind and have her wake once it was finished. She never liked being overtaken by the hunger- it was a painful experience, like being torn from the body and tossed aside while a sense of insanity took over to feed the needs that had not been sated. Sure, she would wake the next day, or however long it took to come to from the unconcious-like state and be more energized than she could have done herself, but it was still not enjoyable. She liked being in control of her actions, not left to wonder.

The brilliant glisten of her azure gaze fell upon an approaching figure. The moonlight was peering from behind light cloud cover, a dazzling glitter upon the rippling waters surface, reflecting from the heavens. From this distance, she could not read any sense of desire or lust from this man and it only proved a challenge to her that she was willing to take. She began to stalk in reverse- away from the man toward the beach and away from others, the feline roll of her hips, the sway of her shoulders as she fought the resistance of the water that battered her with its waves in attempt to carry her to shore. A single arm raised a hand to infront of her face, the 'come hither' gesture of a single digit as she tried to lead him away from the group. He was not familiar- this face that watched her from across the crystalline surface as he approached and it brought on a strong sense of curiosity that was often left to the felines of this world. Head tilted to the side, a sultry gaze of radiant blue taking in every detail of him as she sashayed backward, not yet trying to make eye contact with him. Oh no, that was too easy- this would be a game until she found she must resort to such measures. As a woman, she still needed to know she could entice a man without such tom foolery.

Her eyes were a weapon, a drowning pool that would roll the mind of those that met them with their own. It would drop their walls- rid of all inhibitions and feed them the lust that she felt from others for centuries in a way to bring their own desires to the surface. Entice them, excite them, and leave them wanting and craving more. Like a lover separated in the heat of the moment, they would be left for the expanse of a minute mindless and free. In the moment of waking, their own desires were often already present, and thus the spell would fade away, often taken place by their own wants and needs. You see, that moment of hesitation before a first kiss in couples was inhibitions and second thoughts. 'What if I am denied' seemed to be the most likely thought in that moment, and with this power, this ability for her to enchant their minds if for only a minute at a time, was to rid of such thoughts. Fill them with confidence and lead them to cloud nine with no holding back.

The depth of the water was receding as she made her way toward the shore, several feet from the others who seemed to have not noticed her escape. Wading through the oceans current until only her feet were being massaged by the lapping of the saltine fluid, she finally paused. The long, slender body, the moonlight accenting every curve. Blonde tresses already having fell carelessly around her face as her tongue danced behind her lips with anticipation. She continued to call him over with the come hither gesture, her other hand resting casually on her thigh as her lips curled in to a seductive grin. Come on lover boy, come meet your maker.

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Thousands of years ago, an oracle of some sort, some type of demonic or fairy-like creature, had once peered into the soul of Amun Khayman, and saw only blackness there. It was said that the oracle had gone blind after the ordeal, and then killed herself; in actuality, she had been taken prisoner by the High Priest of the Enlightened and kept as a pet of his. The holy leader enjoyed keeping pets from time to time, expanding the complete power he deserved over another creature's entire being. As he watched the woman move towards the shore and seductively beckon him to follow, Amun decided she would make quite a nice pet, and still be useful in his attempts to understand this world and maneuver through its foreign attitudes and settings.

Rather than moving against the salt-filled current, the waves seemed to move with the High Priest, carrying him fluidly in the direction that Sophia shifted. Yes, the tides were his master, but at all other times, he was the master of the water, and one with it. Water had the peculiar ability to take almost any form and fill almost any space, able to adapt with any situation. It was almost indestructible due to its adaptability. Amun, too, was like the water. The true form of his kind was crocodile-like, a form they were forced to revert to when the tides commanded it be so. Otherwise, they could mold and shift their forms to match whatever situation they chose to or the felt like. They could become one with the water, or even the sand. They could create human forms for themselves or take those of others.

For the most part, Amun and the others would find a human form they preferred and stick to it. Even to them, the familiar was often preferred, so they rarely changed their chosen human form. Amun quite preferred his current choice, pleased with the type of aristocratic and commanding power it presented. Clothing and the fashion sense was something he had still to adjust to, though, but he had yet to go into the city in human form, merely creeping around in an aquatic form for now. When he did put clothing on, it was typically an Egyptian-like loincloth and headdress. Otherwise, as now, he went nude, his kind sharing no revulsion for lack of clothing that the majority of the rest of the various lesser species were known to have.

So, he moved with the water towards the empty portion of the beach ahead, leaving behind the tasty morsels in the water as his pale eyes stared intently at Sophia Sopht, feel a special type of seductive power emanating from her being. Yes, she would make a wonderful pet indeed.

When she finally paused and stood their on the beach, here feminine form illuminated and complimented by the moonlight, casting her almost as some sort of goddess it seemed, Amun Khayman grinned. Perhaps she fancied herself a goddess? She was certainly one among these mortals. He wondered if she would willingly bow to he who spoke for a true god, and the greatest of all those who once ruled over the earth and Egypt.

His well-endowed form ascended from the water as he moved closer towards the shapeshifting halfbreed, continuing to stare intently at her, but seeming to have such a powerful control over himself. Power and control were things that Amun Khayman exuded at all times, even when losing his temper. Finally he was before her and he paused, his eyes glancing over her body. She would do. Used to always just getting what he wanted, the ancient creature waited for no words to be exchanged and offered no time for her to do anything, immediately leaning forward to kiss her.

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Sophia was not fond of slavery- nor had she ever had any true interest in it. Once taken captive in the underworld, taken from her husband of the time, and held against her will. Nothing more had truly come of it- she was still alive today, and had only gained power and ability through the event, however she had not been a willing participant in enslavement then, and she wouldn't be now. It was unheard of these days- they never had slaves like they used to- at least that is what she told herself. Not in such vast quantities. Surely it wasn't still a very popular thing to do- and yet, she did know, that it still existed. It wasn't based on race or ability so it seemed, it was a rather random selection from what she had seen. And in the end, perhaps that is what made it more dangerous these days. You never knew their tastes, you never knew what it was they were after. But in truth, Sophia had not thought about slavery in ages. She had come across a few, but never truly thought much about it. Nor did she ever assume that she may be hunted for such thing.

The laughter and drunken mumblings of the group was fading as she distanced herself from them, taking with her this man she assumed was a simple party goer like all of the others. This was perhaps her third time in this particular group, and as Amun drew nearer, it became obvious that he was in no way familiar. His face, his scent were new and the true lack of the usual lust that these men held was minimal if there at all. Mysterious- but it only made the challenge more interesting. Men these days were so easy to feed off of. Rarely did she need to touch them to get her fill for the night, sometimes even sating herself for several days on what they offered her from afar. And yet, Amun continued to approach. His eyes were rather enchanting, and every detail she could take in helped her come to one conclusion: handsome. The fact he was nude went without a reaction of mind or body, not surprised, nor any more or less interested in what he had to offer.

If another woman had been in her place, and a nude stranger approached, surely her reaction would be much different than what Sophia had shown. No change in facial features, the seductive grin, the slow trailing of the tip of her tongue over her top lip- everything showed this man that she liked what she saw. And for once, it was not just a facade. She could put off any reaction she wanted the men to see, no matter how she felt within. She did not always find herself attracted to them, these men she seduced, and yet the only thing that mattered was that they found her attractive. Appealing. Enticing. It was always nice to know that she was desirable- yes even a woman such as she liked to feel good about herself.

The simple white bikini was glowing in the moonlight against the black of the night as she stood only ankle deep in the waters depths, her body movement was to the soft beat that resonated through the airwaves from the bonfire in the distance, a seductive dance as she awaited his arrival. Once he stood before her, she looked up at him- still not making eye contact just yet but instead following the features of his face, along his jaw, and down his neck. She enjoyed a challenge and would not play mind tricks to get what she wanted unless it was for some reason being difficult to achieve.. She wanted to feel his lust, his desire, thick and heavy in the air- she wanted to absorb it through her skin and through her breath and wanted to feel the crawl of pleasure as she was sated. Just his desire would do, his want for her body- his want to touch and explore her. No physical contact was truly needed, and yet as he leaned down to kiss her- she found she raised her hands and placed her palms on his bare, wet chest. Their lips met, and a soft, quiet purr-like moan seeped from her mouth very cat-like, vibrating through her throat as her fingertips kneaded on his chest.

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Amun Khayman had no incredibly urging need for physical intimacy and intercourse as so many of the other creatures did. Humans were mad with their lustful desires of the flesh, as the group cavorting around in the water behind him were proving quite well. Vampires tended to be, by their nature, very sexual and seductive creatures. Lycans and werewolves controlled their urges hardly any better than most feral beasts seeing a good mate. But, no, few of the Ancient and Enlightened Ones--especially the older of their kind--had little urge for it. Their lusts were more for power, dominance, and pleasing the gods they so worshipped and adored, and whom the High Priest spoke directly for upon this earth, along with the High Priestess. Though, the Cult did not just consist of the Enlightened; the Cult was made up of all creatures that offered to serve the Enlightened and their great patron god in one way or another, and the other members of the cult were often more than wanting of such physical interaction.

Despite this lack of urging, Amun nonetheless thoroughly enjoyed such physical intimacy, with both other species and his own. When in human form, indulging in such human passions helped to strengthen his solidity in such a form, especially when the tides were acting up and beckoning him to embrace his true self; the form of that mighty crocodile of the Nile. And, it was just fun. Something to pass the time, to enter the mind of others, to have power over them and what their body was feeling. It was a bit of a rush. Of course, sometimes such intimacy served its own purposes as far as his cult was considered; ritualistic sexual practices happened occasionally to either honor the god and goddess or request something of them.

But, now, this was no such ritual. Amun wanted the pleasure of the event, and wanted to see if he could bend this interesting, ancient woman to his will through lust. If not, there were always other methods at his disposal that he would not hesitate to use, but for now this was just so much more pleasant. There was something alluring about the light-haired woman; why, Amun thought that if he actually had a heart, she might have been able to actually tug at it in some way or another.

The sound of a cat-like, purr-sounding moan leaving her throat as their lips touched only reinforced his decision to take the delectable little thing as a pet. When her palms pressed against his bare chest, Amun felt those distantly familiar tingles coursing through the human body of his, that touch of lust and desire that so easily consumed other creatures lightly felt within the depths of his being, and causing his member to stand erect in the night air, ignoring those frolicking in the water behind them. The High Priest's hands founded their way onto either side of her stomach, his fingers pressing against her skin as he continued to kiss the creature, a faint curiosity in him waiting to see what she would do next as he felt these foreign feelings for the first time in thousands of years.

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The humans and their constant need for lustful interactions, both sexual and those that were only visual rather than physical is what kept Sophia energized. To feed off of something that was so easy to call forth from nearly any man on the planet made the hunger rather simple to sate at most times. Days like these, days where she had left herself for over 48 hours without being nourished by their desires, she would resort to drastic measures if need be. She would not let the hunger take her over- she would not give in to its pull and fade away for the hours upon hours that it gallivanted with her body to feed. No, she would get what she wanted, even if this man before her posed such a challenge, it was- for once, she who may have been feeling the desire. Unfortunately, she could not feed off of her own lust beyond the climax of orgasm, which would sate her for days. However, that was not the road she often took, rather taking to easier methods, such as simply seducing the young men around her.

This beach was a new find. A new place she had discovered only three days ago, and she had been so busy exploring and enjoying herself she had not paid attention to the dull pain of hunger that had been pulling at her. And tonight, she had a game plan set from the morning hours earlier this day- she would be sated.

As the Mayan goddess of the Moon and of Medicine, of beauty, song, dance and love, Sophia's ability to heal once fully sated, or to pass her energy off as power to that of her choosing was a great gift. Mortals felt it as adrenaline that pushed through their veins in an almost electric current of strength and stamina, that lasted them for days. She was associated with concepts of fertility, beauty, and female sexual power. Later seen as a goddess of spring, the underworld and non-procreative sexuality. By connotation, Sophte is also representative of desire and pleasure. These eyes, these bottomless jewels of aquamarine that rolled the mind of those who met them were powerful. These men, these women, who fell in to their depths, for that minute, were an empty shell, possessed only by their deepest sexual lusts and desires that they would feel deep urged to fulfill. It was pleasurable just to experience the 60 seconds of bliss, whether left to deal with it on their own or taken advantage of in that moment. It could be used both as a defense against attack and violence, as well as to feed her hunger.

Sophte pulled back slowly from the soft caress of their lips, eyes careful not to meet his as she trailed a warm exhale of breath down from his mouth, along his jaw line, his neck, collar bone and finally to his chest infront of her. Palms that rested on either side of her mouth pushed upward, fingertips soon curling over his shoulders, kneading gently. She started with a kiss- a careful press of her soft lips to the flesh over where you would find the heart in the average man. Tip of her tongue danced from behind her lips, passing between her teeth and teasing the flesh that her mouth pressed against, licking a small trail from her bottom lip to her top over his skin as she inhaled his scent and that first bit of desire that began to seep from deep within him. It crawled across her skin much like a shiver- the appearance of goosebumps for moments after he released the first of his lust from behind shields within. Her body had drawn closer to his, feeling his excitement, the rigid muscle of manhood pressed firmly against her lower abdomen.

Hands from his shoulders moved to lace behind his neck, cradling the back of his head as she continued to kiss the damp point on his chest. She sucked momentarily on his skin before drawing it between her teeth and nipping slow and gentle. Abnormal teeth, her canines being about one and a half times their normal length- often confused for a vampire if not seen clearly but they were a lot smoother and less likely to pierce the skin with ease. And now, they pinched the skin as she tugged back gently before releasing. Sophia planted a kiss on the area in which she had 'marked', a seductive grin twisting her lip line as she glanced up at him, obviously pleased with herself, yet refrained from making eye contact.

She stepped back carefully with a shift of her hips, slithering from his hold and began to step around him. She stayed close, her fingers no longer interlocked behind his head, one palm now gliding down from his shoulder to his chest and lower along the muscles of his abdomen as she stepped around his side and began to move behind. Both hands maneuvered to have fingertips trail along either of his hips as she fluidly stepped behind him. Mouth hovered over the flesh between his shoulder blades over his spine, the warmth of her breath escaping between parted lips spilling against the water beaded on his skin.

For the third time in the last few moments, she pressed her mouth to his body- tongue passing over the section chosen before taking a grasp of his flesh between her teeth. This nip was much greater than the last- mouth opening wider, and teeth grating against him as she grabbed hold, tugging back slightly before releasing. She was marking him- a sign of dominance, and of ownership. A feline habit that was carried over to the 'human' world even after the shift from one form to the other. From spending such a long time in her leopard figure over the years she was now permanently catlike in many ways. From the elongated 'fangs' in her mouth, to her habits of affection and her love of touching, and being touched. It had been years since she had found a man worthy of such a 'gift' (In her mind) of being marked as hers, and thus at this moment she was rather pleased with herself. She had not bitten hard enough to break skin, but rather leave behind a mark that resembled that of a hickey with obvious teeth imprints around it.

Perhaps he would not take too kindly to being bitten, no matter how hard it had been, but she would take his response in stride. Palms on his hips put pressure to push him back toward her, and pull the front of her body along the length of his in a wave from her hips to her stomach until her bikini encased breasts were pressed against his bare back. A kiss planted over the last mark, gentle, careful and passionate as she embraced him momentarily. This was not an event meant to specifically seduce him as much as it was a personal choice- like marking her prey so that if it were to escape, it would be known that it was, indeed, hers and no others, but it could still be enjoyed by both parties. When it came down to it, she may even resort to violence if another attempted to take him, but it depended on the situation and if it was meant to be a direct attack on her dominance.

No matter his reaction to the event, she began to move back around him to face him. Trailing a hand down along the curve of his ass as she moved with an exaggerated sway of her hips, yet fluid and made with natural grace, around the side of him, her body never moving far enough away to break the touch much like a cat who ran its body over something to scent it. Sophia had found a new toy.

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Worshipped as gods in their own right before even creating vampires out of the humans they ruled over, the Ancient and Enlightened Ones had been used to getting all that they desired from the mortal world. It was not unusual then for the humans to offer sacrifices of their own kind to the mystical, powerful creatures that ascended often from the great river to rule over the desert land. Usually beautiful maidens left for the crocodile-like creatures to devour, yet sometimes take for occasional pleasures of the flesh, or other amusements like torture, but this latter one was only used when the divinely-inspired creatures felt such punishment was justified to them.

Otherwise, the only thing they were completely driven by, apart from their lust for power, was hunger for human flesh. Without it they were forced to retain their natural forms, their magic was diminished, and they were controlled by every whim of the tides, powerless to resist. So, they consumed the humans they had ruled over for so long, usually whole. Many of the ancient and mysterious creatures would only eat their fill, but some enjoyed the hunt, the wanton destruction, the power to choose the fate of others more than just as a way to quell a hunger. No, some, like Amun Khayman, liked to kill the pathetic little pestilence that was the human race. He thoroughly enjoyed it, though not as much as some other men, such as those he and the High Priestess entrusted with command over their armies. No, Amun was guided by reason behind his vicious exterior, and often Kiya, the smarter of the pair, would speak sense into the High Priest of the Enlightened.

So, another purpose the tasty-looking morsel in front of him offered was a distraction from his want to swim back out into the ocean and painfully end the lives of the rest of mortals galavanting around the water together. There would be time enough for that in the near future. No, instead he opted to engage in the distraction this old, interesting creature offered, and she was making it incredibly easy to do so.

The human form his body took reacted approvingly to every gesture, move, and touch that Sophia made. The sensual movements of her hands across his dampened skin, the touch of her lips grazing across, sent small tingles of pleasurable desire through the human form, though she would not doubt feel it was a hundred times more controlled than other mere mortals could handle. Yes, Amun was feeling a want, a lust for the feline-like woman's body, but it was certainly not overwhelming him; his desire was aptly controlled, though the desire only flared up as she pressed the entire of her body against his back, his member even twitching once in anticipation as it hung before him in the cool night air.

Her bites left conflicted feelings within Amun. On the one hand, he was the closest thing to a god that a creature on the Earth could get to without actually being one, and he was just to being worshipped and revered, not suffering some type of defilement at the teeth of another creature, especially one of a race he believed to be subservient to his own. On the other hand, though, the lustful waves of pleasure it sent through his human form were causing him to respond favorably to the bites and nips. Amun eventually settled on it being merely similar to playing with a pet who was starting to play a little rough, and decided that he did not mind it much at all.

As Sophia snaked her way around his body to appear from front of him once more. the High Priest of the Enlightened glanced down at her with his pale eyes. He lifted a hand and placed it around her neck, squeezing only slightly as he leaned forward and took another kiss from her, again used to getting whatever he wanted. His hand loosened its grip from around her neck as he kissed her, moving down and pressing against her upper chest for a moment before moving down once more again her breasts, rubbing against them briefly through the material that encased them.

[poss4]

In truth, Sophia had forgotten all about the young men and women frolicking drunk through the shallow waves at the beach. The event was illuminated by the flickering warmth and light of the bonfire, which did not reach as far as Sophia and Amun. She had been sure, when drawing the man away from the group, that they would not be seen unless someone searched for them. And that was not likely to happen- she hadn't known them for long, so no one would be worried, but that was not the reason they would be left alone. At parties like these, people who disappeared were often left alone in case they were having a good time.

Perhaps that is why no one had noticed the missing people yet. Surely one had a boyfriend or girlfriend, or perhaps both, at the party with them. Someone would notice sooner or later, but once again, probably only assume they were off having a good time rather than dead in the water. Their voices carried, the shrill screams of excitement and the laughter- so far no sounds of fear or anything of that sort. It would seem his crime may go unpunished.

A soft gasp passed by her lips, inhaling quickly in surprise, enjoyment, excitement as his trickle of desire caressed her flesh through the cool night air. Absorbed through breath like the scent of a rose bush as you passed by, yet thicker, heavy with masculinity. Testosterone had a flavor, a spice unlike no other. It was warm as it passed over her tongue, and absorbed through her flesh, like the touch of the sun across a chilled body, it rose goosebumps over her arms and brought a shudder of a breath subsequent to the gasp of pure delight. As little as it was, the fact that he was allowing himself enjoyment held a sense of victory for the goddess.

Sophia snaked around the side of Amun, the tip of her tongue trailing over her lips as she tasted the salt of his skin. Running the side of her body along his arm as she rounded the side of him to come face to face, never letting contact break as if it were a brittle lifeline, the glow to her eyes was subsiding, but far from sated. Still a brilliant aquamarine in hue, reflective of the moonlight like the crystalline waters themselves as she took in the sight of him- running her open palm down around the bottom curve of his ass, her other hand gliding from his shoulder down his bicep, to his forearm.

It never took her by surprise when he grasped her around the neck- no reaction that would prove that it bothered her in any way. Lids fell heavily over her cat-like gaze as their lips met once again, that same soft purr vibrating in her throat as his grip loosened and fell from her throat. She pressed her body up against him, forming a solid line, and following every curve of his with her own. His hand passed over her breast, and she pressed harder in to the kiss, crushing her lips against his. One bare foot, clung to by the sand upon which they stood- the water dripping from her toes as she raised it. Leg, bent at the knee, wrapped around him, pulling herself against him tightly- the sandy drip from her foot drizzling down the back of his leg.

One arm snaked around behind his neck before she pulled back from the kiss, gaze remaining lower than his eyes- focusing now on his mouth, then on his chin and jaw line while her tongue dampened her lips. A soft, warm exhale crept forth, damp hair spilling messily over her face in twisted, wavy strands. Smiling, she whispered quietly, deeply, intimately in an accent that surely would be recognizable to him as very similar to those of his time period. "What is your name?" brushing her nose against his as she asked.

[ra]

It felt odd, yet refreshing, as the small tingles of pleasure inched throughout his body only to be absorbed by the halfbreed succubus before him. This type of desire was something he had not felt in thousands of years; these mortal-world desires. As Sophia pressed the whole of her body against him, essentially intertwining them as one, the feel of her soft skin against his wet form increased this rather foreign desire and the wanting anticipation of more from her, his fully erect and throbbing member crushed between their bodies as they embraced.

Amun's hand remained between them and pressed against her breasts, continuing to rub them through the light material that she wore. When she spoke, the voice she used proved the feeling he picked up as to just how ancient this woman was. She was certainly not of this time and world; younger than he, like most creatures, but far older than the morsels of meat playing around in the water far behind him. How very interesting.

"I am Amun Khayman," murmured the High Priest, his accent taking an Anglo-Egyptian form as he looked down at her. Several of his kind had warned caution in revealing their true identities to others just yet, fearing discovery that would make the planned return of the Enlightened considerably more difficult. Amun cared little, though, and feared even less. Hardly anyone in the world would recognize the High Priest and the cult he led with the High Priestess much anyways; by the ascension of Rome, they were not but fairytales and nightmares. Today, they were all but forgotten.

One of his finger inched between her breasts, tearing he top that encased them with no care or concern for ruining the piece of clothing as it fell to the sandy floor beneath them. His other hand reached down and grasped the leg she had wrapped around him, holding it as he glanced at her. "And what is your name?" he asked, his curiosity as to the identity of the interesting creature piqued whilst his hand rubbed her breasts free of the bikini's top.

[poss4]

By now, she had realized just how unique this man was. No, she could not tell that he was a creature of the depths- a shape shifter to forms more sinister than she had seen before- but what she did know is that he was not human. The taste of his desire- this lust- seemed stale. Rarely used. Thick.. heavy, but with a hint of dust if you could imagine it as such. Sophia inhaled slowly, deeply, taking in his scent. The dampness of his flesh assisting her in locking away his calling card. Interesting. Just how old was this man.. and what, exactly.. was this creature? A grin twisted her lip line, gaze still examining his facial features and avoiding his eyes.

This name he gave, it had a ring to it. Familiar? No, not so much that as it was.. unusual. Head tilted curiously off to one side, now bathing in both his scent and his trickle of desire as he explored her chest with one hand, their bodies molded together. His accent did not surprise her, it was a melody to her ears. A comfort of familiarity- that soft purr passing over her lips again as it vibrated in her throat. He continued to pet her, his hand then tearing the material with ease from her breasts- tossing it to the side in a swift, fluid motion that would have startled a mortal.

"Amun..." she rolled the word over in her mouth, the tip of her tongue passing over her lips as she did so. How easily spoken. The grasp of her leg that had been lifted to wrap around him brought a hiss of excitement, causing her to only pull herself closer, tighter against him. She leaned closer, gaze lifting to his eyes without thought, her voice seeping forth with a seductive roll of her tongue, not to mention, the roll of her eyes if he met her gaze. "Mmm.. I have many names, my dear Amun." She said, allowing her eyes to meet his, the intensity of her stare pulsating, awaiting him to be caught in their churning coils of power. To turn him over to his desires, to move his mind- rid of all other thoughts beyond his deepest, most erotic lusts.

Sophia grinning, a sultry gaze, electric azure in hue, before whispering forth the calling she used during this time period. He did not yet prove worthy to know her true calling. "Sophia Sophte." She shared, head tilting more to the side as she leaned even closer, almost forcing her eyes on him. Unless one knew who she was, they would not expect such a gift. It was not uncommon to meet someones gaze, so why fear it now? Fingertips pushed up through the hair on the back of his head after passing by his neck, her other hand massaging his shoulder. Her back arched, pulling her upper body away from his a few inches, allowing him a view, and some room to move. It was always exciting to have a man react to the eye contact she offered for the 60 second mind roll.