Whore of Clandestine

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my name is Nirvana, and my half brother is a pain. A pain named Vaydha, with a personality of a snake. With the cunning of a coward, yet i have tolerated his meddlesome ways. Are mother was the first she-demon, and mother to many of my kind. My mothers named was Lilith, the first wife to Adam, and was banished by the Divine himself. Sexual prowess draws us, like moth to a flame. Calling us to it's centre, making us stronger the more we feed. Any act done in lust or with intent to please themselves or others make me and my brother jolt in excitement. One thing you must realize about us is that we for one, are not your normal nympomaniacs. We are sexual energy given the form, that attracts humans. Sexy, they call us or even beautiful. In all honesty, we have no real idea what the mortals mean. Yet we don't lure them for the such complex descriptive words, nor do we trick them so that we have "meaningful" conversations. We are liars, tricksters, and devious whores to the mortals. Toys or playthings, is the best way to explain there purpose, yet my brother on the other hand calls them his thralls, servants to his desire. One thing i find intriguing is that you toys have some system in place for the act of such lustful thinking, a timeline of the inevitable. First they always admire me, then they'll please themselves, after they become pleasured, they'll reach some sate of ecstasy. Which for my kind is the sign, a sort of trigger the toys have. A moment in which the human spirit is vulnerable to be feed off of. I am a Succubus, a demon that feeds off the lust and ecstasy. I suck the soul from my victims, and leave behind nothing but the earthly remains of flesh and bone. My brother is what they call a Incubus, or a male form of my kind. I have a habit of making my Toys squirm in anticipation. Yet am never fulfilled with just one, my brother has an addition for such the the hunt. Almost like a hunger for power in our ranks, yet i pay no mind to his endeavors. We nest in a city called Dallas, or more specificity known as Harry Hines. It's a place of such obvious placement, and draws the Toys to a convenient area. Making it too easy, and never runs low on the lustful people we get so much out of. I have an act to be seductive, and promiscuity is a loving mystery to my "victims". All thought i never really acquired a specific taste, my area of victimization has more character then i would like it to. I have a tasted for not only male, and female, but animals and as well inanimate objects. As for my annoyance of a brother, he is mostly drawn to males then females, yet never admits to it. My actions can never be explained, and my choices are mine and mine alone. I have the allure of seductress, and the body of a mortal women. You'll never even know of my intentions, as for me I never plan ahead.

The sun was shining through a opening in the trees, Nirvana soaking up the light as she was spread out on the green grass. Her body was slender, and her hair reached her exposed navel. She sat in silence, smoking a cigarette as she bath in solitude. The breeze moved through her hair, making it dance as the air crest her flawless body. She only wore her favorite white silk robe, and a lose shirt under. Yet when the air moved just right through the forest, her fruit would be exposed to world around her.

She took a drag from her cigarette, then blew the smoke in front of her face. The wind dragged it back to her face, but revealed a empty space behind her.

"Darling", she said, taking another hit of the cancer.,"you know it's rude to intrude on a lady."

She turned around, giving a warning look to the emptyness behind her.

"come now, i don't have all day" she sigh deeply, and closed her eyes as if to give her onlooker a chance to show themselves.

"Don't be so mad sister" said a voice as it moved to the spotlight the sun made through the canopy of the trees.

"I was only practicing my stealth" making him self visible, he bowed in respect to the eldest. Gesturing his hand, he looked up to see if she was in anyway impressed.

"You've only mastered the shifting" she puffed her ciggerete one last time, then put it out on a flower that bloomed next to her.

He watched as he twisted it into the petals, like a warning to his mischief.

"But don't go around believing that just cause nobody can see you, doesn't mean you can't be felt"

Veydha puckered his lips, then gave her his puppy dog eye's.

"but sissy" he said, in the tone of a child "Thralls are stupid and slow, they can't feel the presence of our kind." Then moved out of the light, and closer to his older sister. He dropped him self close to her, then reached for her pack of Newports. AS his hand grew closer, Nirvana smacked it before he could even feel the box in his hand. Her jerked away, and his hand was in pain of the blow.

"You know for a girl" he said, rubing the back of his hand watching as she lit another one.

"you hit with the strength of ten Male Thralls"

"More along the lines of eighty toys darling", she said in complete confidence, then blew smoke in her younger brother's face.

He felt the sibling rivalry flare, but she felt no need to dispute with his jealousy.

"Besides" her voice became soft, as she attempted to lighten the mood.

"Your too young to have adult things"

Then puffing it she let the smoke linger around her lips letting out a cloud of nicotine, before she inhaled deeply. Wacthing his face change from angry to carefree, he picked himself up dusting of the grass that stuck to his butt.

"they don't catch me addition anyways" he argued, as he walked around her. Still laying on her soft patch of earth, smoking away watching his movement.

"Thralls have been investigating our lake" he said in a serious tone, as he put in hands in his pockets as he rocked back and forth.

"Oh the travesty!" she said sarcastically tilting her head back mellow dramatically.

"Let's just clean up properly from now on" he advised, leaving his sister to her thoughts. The light of day turned from warmth, to cold darkness as it fell into the horizon. Darkness hides them, like a blanked of privacy to the humans. Vaydha was hungry for the lust of the Thralls, he knew the moon would mask him. The joy of the hunt began, as he flew to a place he kept secret from his sister.

Gayborhood: The Rainbow District

Vaydha watched, as two men walked along the side walk. The one he wanted was blonde and muscular. He wore baby blue collar shirt and khaki pants. As for his friend, he was Hispanic, black hair and tanned skin. He was wearing a pink v-neck and skinny jeans, his body wasn't as built as the blonde, yet he wouldn't mind the company. He walked out from the shadows moving closer to them. They were laughing at some woman walking on the other side of the street. The blonde put his hand around the other, as they walked forward the blonde staggered to keep himself upright. Vaydha walked closer, and conjured a red cup in his hand. It was filled with water, yet was a prop on his charade. He walked closely with a smirk, as he put himself in the path of the two men. When he got close, he tripped the blonde. The purposely spilled the water on his white shirt.

"OH shit" said the blonde, before laughing hysterically "I am such a klutz" He leaned forward, humored by his actions.

"Sorry about that" his friend said apologetically, trying to keep his friend on his feet.

"He just had alittle bit too much" as he alkwardly, ignoring his intoxicated companion.

He stared down, looking at the water on his chest the water turned his shirt transparent reveling his toned body. His face turned alert, as he looked Vaydha up and down.

"I've never seen you here" he said with a smile, liking what he sees.

"you know" he continued flirtatiously watching Vaydha as he knew were this was going.

"you can change at my house," he said as he look down at the Blonde trying to signal him to push the idea further.

"oh yeah, I mean it was my fault" said the blonde as looking at at his friend in understanding.

Vaydha smiled, looking at there expression of excitement knowing they would be trilled to have his company.

"It's just wet," he teased, looking down at the spill, "it'll dry, you guys have no need to worry"

He liked when they

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