Tyrant {Lucien}

[Ayvajin]

“Lucien, do not go,” Ayvajin said quickly, standing from where she had been seated throughout the dream. The necromancer moved forward in a quick movement, taking hold of the incubus’s arm. She turned him toward her, her eyes flashing to his.

Ayvajin was unsure of what she was even doing. She just did not want the king of the incubi to leave so soon, and it seemed that her body acted according to its own wants.

“Just stay here with me,” she said gently to him. Her hands moved upward to caress the sides of the incubus’s face before slipping back through his hair. The necromancer stood on her toes as she leaned up and kissed Lucien.

[Lucien]

He was slightly startled by her sudden act of boldness but his hands rose up and rested on her hips as he tilted his head just so, making their lips fit together perfectly. He rarely changed anything about himself in dreams, instead focusing on what the other wanted, he had really no need to change what he was or how he presented himself.

He deepened the kiss slightly, one hand coming up to cradle the back of her neck, keeping sense of what she wanted and letting her take control. He broke the kiss soon after, leaning his forehead against hers as his thumb stroked her cheek. "Why do you not want me to leave, necromancer? You are toeing a dangerous line," he said, alluding to the kiss in the dreams.

[Ayvajin]

“I want you to realize that I have feelings for you, dear Lucien,” she said softly as she looked up into his eyes. “I cannot tell you exactly what they are, but they exist. I want you to have some sort of emotional attachment to me, so I know that you will come back to me.”

Ayvajin let out a slow sigh, her eyes looking downward. Her fingers still lingered in his hair, twisted around several of his locks. “I am sorry to act so bold if that bothers you, Lucien. I just could not help myself. I felt like I needed to do this.”

[Lucien]

"Why else would I have bothered coming around after you told me no?" he asked as he leaned down and kissed her once more, his hands running down her back as he deepened it more, taking a bit more control but keeping his more basic instincts well in check. There was a reason he was the King, and not taking a feeding from an unsuspecting and unwilling victim was one of them.

He pulled her against him gently, his hands on her hips firmly but with enough of a pressure that she'd be able to pull away from him if she so desired.

[Ayvajin]

Ayvajin gave a slight smile as she pressed up against the incubus. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she leaned up and kissed him once again. Her head tilted back a bit so she could look into Lucien’s eyes.

“I still cannot give you my body,” she said softly as one of her hands moved back to gently stroke his cheek. “Not yet anyways. I am still pure, and when it is time for that to change I want it to be special. I would hope that you could respect that no matter what the outcome of whatever this is.”

[Lucien]

Lucien smiled gently at her. "That I can, after all it is your body, little necromancer," he said knowingly. "I do not force people, despite what you may think," he said with a grin. "It takes far too much energy and it is never really as satisfying. It is usually a revenge tactic, so there are few reasons I should bother with it."

He smiled and gave her a chaste kiss once again, running his hand carefully through her hair to let it down and watch it tumble down across her shoulders before giving her another kiss on her lips.

[Ayvajin]

The necromancer smiled, returning his kiss. “Thank you, Lucien,” she said gently, looking back to his eyes. Ayvajin leaned against the incubus. “I think I will be waking up soon. Will you be there when I wake? I would not mind feeling like this outside of the dream realm. If you would allow that, dear Lucien.”

Her hands slide down as she wrapped her arms around the incubus’s midsection. Her fingers gently traced up and down his back. The necromancer smiled, content with the feel of him even in her dreams.

“Or are you going to run off once this is over?”

[Lucien]

"I can stay for no more than a few moments, I have to tend to my own people and their petty squabbles," he said with a smile as he felt the dream slipping around them. Leaning down he gave her a kiss once more before the dream broke around them.

Once outside the real world, he was sitting on the side of her bed, watching her wake up. He was content to sit there and relax, letting the necromancer call the shots at this time, this was her realm and her area of comfort so she should be the one who was the most in charge.

[Ayvajin]

Ayvajin woke up, her eyes opening slowly. She stretched out her arms a bit and then her legs. Her eyes drifted over to where Lucien sat upon the bed. The necromancer gave him a smile before slowly sitting up.

“I think you should stay anyways, though,” she said, leaning up against him as she gave him a gentle kiss upon the incubus’s lips. “But, I suppose you are right. You are a king, of course. Let us not forget that little fact.”

The necromancer smiled once more, kissing Lucien again. She was rather happy and she was having a hard time really explaining her happiness.

[Lucien]

"If I could I would," he said with a gentle smile as he stroked his thumb across her cheek before kissing her again. "Now I must go because the sun is rising and my people are starting to get antsy," he said as he lay a kiss on top of her head, standing up off the bed. It was unfortunate, but it was how his race operated and the rules they were bound by.

"I'll be back tonight after I feed, so take your time little necromancer," he said as he gave her one last kiss before disappearing slowly, his body simply fading out as he returned to his plane.