Lust, Greed and an Overpowering Desire for Companionship | RATED R, EXPERIENCED AND MATURE ROLEPLAYERS ONLY | OxO, High/Dark Fantasy, Open

Ren managed to look gorgeous even doing something as mundane as going up the stairs. No sweat or signs of exertion or anything.

Ren clicks his fingers and a troupe of bedazzled imps pop into existance carrying a couple dressers and other various things - like a washbasin, though Ren only used it to relax; he didn't get dirty. The imps bring everything into the second room as Ren slips into Elowen's room.

Elowen had taken her hair done and combed through it so it lay down her back. She had washed her face cleaned and contemplated a few things whole waiting on the demon. She wasn't nervous, just questioning a few things. She didn't care about her souk but she wondered what things the demon might demand for. She wouldn't share power, it was hers. All of it. She supposed she coukd always kill him if he demanded too much.

She was sitting actually on the bed, leaning against the headboard, with some book she found in a drawer. A romance. She had only just started it and yet her lip was curled up in disgust. That was absolute garbage. She tossed it to the side as he entered her room. She gave him a coy smile.

("She supposed she coukd always kill him if he demanded too much-" good luck with that, Elle-)

Ren chuckles, watching Elowen. "Without that princess-y act you were putting on down there, you seem a bit stripped."

Elowen shrugged her shoulders. Jer cloak had been discarded to the side, her array of knives on display. Her vest was covered in them. She of course, had more weapons on her, but these were just the visible ones.

Ren reaches towards Elowen and unsheathes one of her many knives.

"Hmmm. . . a bit dull in appearance." he chuckles.

Elowen watched him take her knife. Had it been anyone else, she would have stabbed them for daring to touch her blades. But she let him. "They won't be so dull when they're buried in your stomach." She had a sweet smile on her lips despite her words.

"Insults won't get you laid if that's what you're wondering. Dirty? Yes. Insults? No."

"Oh no, just an observation, though I'm sure my blood would work wonders for it, now that I really think about it." Ren laughs, tossing the knife and landing it on the tip of his index finger. He tosses it back into the sheathe with barely a glance.

"Oh, I'm sure some dirty words would work wonders. Then again, so would a little finger action." he chuckles.

Elowen looked down as the knife ended right back in her sheath. She was surprised in herself for allowing him to do that. Perhaps she was just curious. He intrigued her. She wanted to find out more.

"You talk alot of game. Let's find out if you're all bark and no bite." She was baiting him, she knew that. She wanted him to pounce. She wanted him to lose control. She wasn't some little girl that needed to be handled carefully. She like it rough and hard.

Ren knew what game she was playing. He was a lust demon. He'd played it so many times before. He also knew greed very well. After all, what was greed but lust for things rather than people?

But, to make her think she'd guiled him into it, he chuckles darkly and walks over to the bed, letting the thin cloth around his chest fall to the floor.

Crawling onto the bed, he roughly shoved Elowen down and held her there, licking his lips slightly as he stared right into her eyes.

"Tell me, love. . . what is it you desire?" he murmurs, his voice silky and dark.

Elowen's eyes traveled as the cloth dropped, revealing all of him. Her eyes focused on his waist for a moment too long before looking back up to his face. She inhaled sharply as he climbed over her and pinned her down.

Something so unexpected and yet entirely welcomed. She arched her back into him. She liked her lips, watching him. Her eyes flickered between his lips and his eyes.

"You," she murmured, "I want you."

(PMs or fade to black here 😂)

(We can fade to black 😁)

(alright 😂)

Ren slips out of bed sometime near dawn, when Elowen was sleeping. He chuckles.

She's as violent in bed as out of it. he thinks, stretching before grabbing his slip of cloth and wrapping it about himself once more. It's not that he was self-conscious. But human customs were weird. They required you to be mostly clothed after you woke up.

Much different from the Lust circle, where the only times people were clothed was when they were leaving a house for the next client.

Elowen was thoroughly exhausted and satisfied> She had never been with a man like that, ever. While she had enjoyed sex plenty, it had never been up to her total satisfaction. This, this had been something else. She had passed out almost right after they had finished.

She didn't move as he got out of bed, didn't even stir. She lay nude under the covers, her red hair sprawled out on the bed. She had never spent the night with a man either. This was full of firsts for her.

It was only when the sun shown into the room, peaking through the curtains, that she woke. Her eyes fluttered open and she stretched her arms. Her body was wonderfully sore.

Ren was standing in front of the window, a cigarette between his fingers.

His horns were now gone, as was the halo of white diamon behind him, leaving him with only his unnatural skin, eyes and hair telling him from a human or an elf.

He blows out a cloud of heavy blue smoke and turns to look at Elowen.

"Finally awake, I see." he chuckles.

Elowen rolled to her side so she was facing him. She propped her head up on her hand. "Open up a window would you, I hate the smell."

She was contemplating getting out if bed. On one hand there was lots to do, a murder to plan. On the other hand, she was very sore and wasn't sure how she was going to walk properly.

Ren laughs. "I forgot, you humans have peculiar noses."

He waves a hand and the window opens on its own, letting the bright, early morning light filter in.

He watches Elowen curiously now. "So, how do you plan on getting about today?"

Elowen smiled lazily. "I'm not entirely sure. I was hoping you could help with that." She couldn't imagine walking, much less riding a horse. She yawned, moving her had to cover her mouth.

"It is far too early. Come back to bed." She flopped back down, pulling the covers over her.

Ren chuckles. "I could carry you. It would be faster than a horse and much less painful."

He laughs. "No, love. If I get back into bed, we aren't going to get out until tomorrow, and as much as I would enjoy that, we have an empire to topple."

Elowen pouted. She let the blanket drop down to her waist, exposing her chest. "Why not? That sounds like fun. The empire can wait a day I think, before we topple it."

She patted the spot next to her. "Fine then, at least come and sit and we can strategize." She had a playfuk smile on her lips. She never thought she would be so down to go another round with a man and yet here she was. The only person she wanted to bed for the rest of her life was him. No one coukd please her like he did.

Ren grins. "It could, yes. But remember, we have more goals here than sleeping together."

He knew exactly what was going through her head though, and his grin widened slightly.

"Strategize, eh?" he says, obliging her and sits down on the bed.

Elowen shrugged her shoulders. He wasn't wrong but she couldn't help that she wanted to laze around. It was his fault. His demon aura mist be rubbing off on her and turning her into an addict with how much she was still craving him.

She had yet to dress. She didn't particularly care about showing her body. She knew she was beautiful. She had a great body. She had no reason to try and hide it. "Yes, strategize we should think of the best way for you to get near my father to kill him. And without you getting caught."

Ren chuckles darkly, reading Elowen like a book. "Demon addiction does exist, sweetheart. . . once you get a taste, you only want more."

He hums a short little tune while he thinks. "Well, this should be simple enough. I will disguise myself as an ambassador to a hidden nation elsewhere in the world. Once I gain his trust - or once he invites me to dine - I shall seize his soul and poison his body. He will die a slow, agonizing but natural looking death. While we do that, we target his supportive noble houses and slit their throats one by one, leaving him with nobody to discover his body on the off chance that they request an audience. We will seize the guards and replace them with my loyal followers, as well as his maidservants. We poison the peasants crops and fields, then when they call upon us for help, we bid them wait in their homes while we call on a miracle of the idiot gods; in reality we will resow their fields with unpoisoned crops and tell them the gods would not answer them and we cured their fields ourselves. This creates the base of trust for you and lets them see that I was most likely not the cause of the onslaught of noble deaths, thereby sealing my place as your royal concubine."

Elowen listened as he spoke. It was a good plan. Something she liked very much. Especially the part about him being her royal concubine. But also mostly about stealing the throne and taking over the kingdom. From there, she planned to slowly take over the neighboring ones, and then further out, until she controlled the world. That sounded nice.

Ren smiles. "It gives you total control and free reign to do what you wish. And if needed I can sway your kingdom to enlist in the military you are sure to grow."

Elowen smiled up at him. "Hmm, I think I am going to keep you." Keeping a demon was laughable, one couldn't keep one. But she had just declared she was going to and as long as she supplied him with what he wanted, why not?