Bratty Bandit Bait (for CharmCraft)

[Ashley]

The skies above were alive with the flame of sunset, the shadows of the forest cast long along the ground as the last few hours of day started to subside. Over most the last it was rather peaceful, but there was one place distinctly not peaceful. Upon a rocky hill just high enough for the so called summit to stand above the tallest trees of the surrounding forest, weapons clashed. Two katanas deflected all manor of blade, as a fiery tempered demon worked his magic to conjure one after another.

His long silver hair tossed and spattered with trace amounts of blood, not all of which was his own, the demon focused his dark, malicious eyes of fiery red rings set upon his enemy as he focused more of his arcana into throwing knives; one between each fingers. With swift flicks of his wrist he launched one barrage after another at the opposing combatant, getting desperate. His tattered white vest lined with black fluttered in a soft breeze as his unsuccessful attack stopped, and he drew short on breath. His pants were just as tattered, baring the same colored scheme. All of his garb seemed over-sized for him, his pants held on by a long belt with shredded ends. It was almost as if these items were not originally his.

Just from the state of his clothes one could determine he'd been in a number of skirmishes, but the lack of wounds on his body, even after dueling his foe for so long, was certainly cause for wonder. Panting heavily as the fight was about to reach it's conclusion, Kurisu gnashed his fangs to conjure one last burst of strength, one last conjuration. His claws suddenly gripped around a spear armed with three prongs, which appeared in his grasp the instant he did so. This was it, he had nothing else left to fight with. Somehow, he'd have to deal the killing blow with no tricks, which was certainly not the tactics this little demon was use to.

With not but adrenaline and stubbornness keeping him on his feet, he held his final weapon ready, for once not actually going on the attack. With a snarl on his lips and a furor in his tone, his arrow-pointed tail lashed behind him, black as the horns that rested upon his head as he coaxed his foe into making the first move, perhaps- hopefully- faltering and leaving an opening for Kurisu to take advantage of.

[CharmCraft]

Xearon chuckled He stepped forward and smiled he lashed forward and knocked he trident off to one side as he kicked out the front foo sweeping the smaller demon on to his back. Xearon was a bit tiered and worn as well from the fight- however he didn't look as bad as Kuri. He stepped forward and stabbed hi sword down through one shoulder and leaned forward as he stepped on to Kuri's chest. "You, loose." He said gently as he leered down on his pray. "Come now boy-admit defeat ad I might be nice." He said bringing the other sword around and placed the roar sharp edge against the silver haired demon's neck, right long the crook.

This redheaded demon leaned down with a harsh cackle. "You know you wan me brat." He purred but voice laced with poison. "You can either keep struggling and die like a dog- or you can submit and become my sweet obedient puppy and I'll treat you with lost of loving care and attention." He purred out the promise in a sweet honey soaked tone, coaxing the smaller in to rationality. Surely being pampered would be far better than death. "hen again you still seem quite young- Perhaps I shouldn't kill you....I think a little spanking aught to remind children like you not o try and play with the adults." Xearon was rubbing it in Kuri's face.. He was pinned and he knew it all too well.

Their little pact to take the looser as a life time slave was up now and Xearon had won he right to Kuri's body. He wanted to make this one suffer a bit more before putting on the binding shackles.

[Ashley]

A more attentive, less exhausted Kurisu might have countered, might not have been throw to his back so easily, might have avoided the stab that pulled what seemed to be half an enraged snarl and half a agonized squeal. No matter how quickly his demonic body could recover from such wounds, they still hurt, and they still hurt bad. He could only glare up at Xearon. Shockingly, his eyes were bright with unshed tears, from his pain, from his defeat, and from what he knew his defeat meant. His eyes tightly shut as the edge came close to his neck. Was Xearon going to do it? Was he really going to end Kurisu's life? The smaller demon looked rather pitiful, as he thought to himself over and over 'I don't wanna die'.

At the implication that he wanted Xearon, his glare was renewed. He didn't care if it was accurate, or even why he challenged the other demon to such a gamble, it still pissed him off. The choice presented just infuriated him all the more so. Why, WHY did he have to lose to this smug bastard of all people?? Why??

As if that weren't enough salt in the wound, Xearon then threatened to spank him, like a little boy! That was it. Kurisu summoned a dagger in the hand of his currently not skewered arm and threw it at Xearon's face. The blade dissipated into void half way through it's journey, thanks to Kurisu's complete lack of energy. Yes, he had nothing- absolutely not left, but death must have been better than abject servitude to him, so hoping in vain for a miracle, Kurisu snarled, "Go to hell you stupid bastard." Even as he spoke so viciously, there was a hesitance, a fear in his gaze that spoke to how terrified he actually was of dying. All the bravado that Xearon's taunting had pulled forth was fading and quickly, being replaced with the fear of being claimed by death.

[CharmCraft]

Xearon smirked as he put more presure on to Kuri's chest. "My such naughty language to your new master- I think I will spank you and teach you some manners brat." Xearon chuckled a bit. Sure he was hurt too- bu this was far too entertaining to pass up. He moved a hand out and allowed a sof pink glow suround him. Its eemed like a firey mist hat engulfed his hand. He stabbed the sword down in to Kuri's other shouler and moved hihand down and touched his neck. The pink fier snaked around the demon's neck and connected in a ring. It slowly seemed to cool in to nothing.

He pulled the swords out of hi shoulders and sheathed them on his own back He moved his hand as if gripping something mid air and gave a sharp jerk. Kuri was pulled forward at the neck as if he ere wearing an invisible leash and collar. Xearon had taken hold of the front of his coat and took a seat on the ground and roughly tugged the whelp of a demon over his lap. He wrapped a hand in the song silver locks and laughed. "Now then child- don't you think you should say you're sorry and beg for my forgiveness?" Xearon asked as he roughly groped Kuri's cloth clad ass. he kneaded a plump globs digging his nails in roughly. "Or am I going to have to make you cry like the brat you are?" He asked and gave Kuri a rough swat with his fingers sprawled.

[Ashley]

Kurisu hated the idea of being spanked, but the idea of death terrified him, so in all honestly he was glad that Xearon had opted for the lesser albeit more humiliating punishment. The boys eyes trailed on the soft aura around Xearon. Flames were summoned, a wave of fear spread over the captive devil. Moving at all caused great pain in his shoulder, but no other escape seemed- "Aghhh!!" That was definitely more agonized squeal than enraged snarl.

Small hot droplets squeezed their way passed his tightly shut eyelids. His eyes open to see Xearon reaching down towards his throat. panic washes over him anew, and rather pained growls coming from his mouth as he tries to move away, even as the swords hold him in place. With nothing left, just as Xearon makes contact, Kurisu breaks and blurts out, "No please...!"

And then, nothing. He's alive- atleast he thinks he is, and- "Aghh!!" Another miserable sound as the blades are pulled away. Immediately his wounds start to close but damn it all that HURTS. The next thing Kurisu knew he was being pulled by an unseen force by the throat up into Xearon's grasp. Mind still shocked from that, and recovering from the sword stabs, Kurisu found himself over Xearon's lap, barely enough strength to lift his arms, let alone fight. He could feel his hair toyed with, hear his taunts, asking him, him, Kurisu, to beg! He was about to repeat the retort from before when he felt the rough touch upon his backside. Sharply gasping, his lithe tail tried to push Xearon's hand away to no avail. He glared back at Xearon again, growling, "Go to h-"

A yelp suddenly rang out in Kurisu's ears. His eyes widened, looking for its source, but he and his tormentor were alone; it wasn't Xearon, mustn't it then have been Kurisu? Yes, yes it was. When Xearon slapped the boys behind, he made a rather childish little yelp. His face flushed bright red, and he tightly clenched his eyes shut, finally saying what he'd been trying to this whole time, "I SAID GO TO HELL YOU STUPID BASTARD!"

[CharmCraft]

Xearon was enjoying every last bit of Kuri's struggles. "Ah-ah-ahhhhhh~!" He chimed in in a sing song voice. "Dom' make me take my strap o you brat." Xearon said s he dug his nails in to the cloth and SHREDDED the pats and anything that might lay beneath. Now that the bemons's fleshy back side was revealed to the suroundings Xearon took a nice long look as his 'assets'. He puckered his lips and let forth a sharp wolf whistle. "Oh such a sweet little tush you got hear-I'm going to enjoy fucking you silly brat." Xearon was no gentle man when it came to talking to his new little slave and he intended to be as vulgar as he possibly could. "Ohhh but you'd like that wouldn't you? I can see it now. Our bodies mashed together in the heat of love. You screaming cries of joy whilst I grind in to this haven. " Xearon gave a sharp swat to a tender sit spot at the word haven. "Just pounding that little pleasure spot of yours pushing waves, and waves of sweet pleasure- I'll make your head roll and I'll show you heaven~! I'm so going to enjoy turning your naughty ass in to a trembling love-slut. " Xearon started his assault on the soft flesh, hitting really fast with rough swats spreading them out all over Kuri's butt.

"And when you're a bad little boy like you are now I'll tug you over my knee and spank your naughty ass till it's red as a cherry. He purred giving Kuri's hair a rough tug. "Admit it- You'd love to be my little bitch wouldn't you? I bet you like this you dirty little brat. A bad little boy enjoying his well deserved bottom warming. " Xearon let his hand fall like IRON against Kuri's rear not giving in any mercy to him.

[Ashley]

The threat of the strap seemed to hold no sway over the smaller demon's struggling, regardless of how weak it was. A sudden tear followed by the cool evening air falling over his bottom told him what had just happened, the whistle really making Kurisu's face nice and pink. His tail immediately moved to cover his bottom, which did little to nothing really. The comments Xearon made only darkened the color upon the boy's cheeks, imaging the picture Xearon happily painted with his words- No! Kurisu thought, fight it! Don't let him- SWAT! Kurisu jerked his body forward a bit as he was struck again. Kurisu yelled, "Stop spanking me damn it! I'm not some child to be chastised!!" Of course, almost immediately after he yelled that, the spanking begun, swift and merciless as Xearon had been in their battle.

It was much harder to reject Xearon's words when his bottom was being assaulted so. Gnashing his fangs and tightly closing his eyes, he did not answer Xearon, his words seeping into the smaller one's mind like poison, "St-stop... calling me a little boy!!" Was the best Kurisu could retort with. While he was true he was an adult, it was also true that he was short, and effeminate looking. It wasn't hard to mistake him for a youth, but he wasn't, and Xearon knew that, so it just made Kurisu all the angrier the more Xearon referred to him as a child, "Stop it! Ahh! You son of a bitch, I said stop it!!" Even now he seemed unrepentant, and unwilling to bow. He was in for quite a long discipline indeed.

[CharmCraft]

Xearon pulled the blackened silk sash from his waist and blind folded the smaller demon. He then forced Kuri's hands together with the magical binds. The red head then sat back and patted he pink butt that was sitting on his lap. He gave a rough pinch as he cut down a sap ling that as near by and pulled it over. He removed the strap from one of his sword holders and set hat to the side as well before setting his sword down too. "You're such a naughty little brat0 you're going to regret making your new master mad. " Xearon purred out and gave a rough swat with his fingers sprawled.

Xearon picked up the sapling and lashed it but allowing it o spread bright red stripes across Kuri' back side igniting his rear in much sharper set of pain. After a short while he picked up the leather strap , rearing it back and bringing it down letting he leather bit deep in to the skin. "Are you remorse ful yet impudent child? Or are you still enjoying his like a dirty slut?" He asked as his speed picked up starting to really not give Kuri a chance to speak.

[Ashley]

Kurisu of course struggled even as the blindfold was secured upon him, growling again as his hands were secured behind his back. He continues to shout obscenities, including his favored ones implying that Xearon was born out of wedlock and conjecturing his mother was a prostitute. The pinch made the boy wince, his rear quite warm so that little trick hurt quite a bit more than normal. At the taller demons words Kurisu exclaimed, "Fuck y-OW!" he was cut off by the next rough swat.

The sapling drew a much louder, kind of sad cry from the bound demon, who began to wet the blindfold with his tears after a mere couple strokes. As the sapling stopped, Kurisu was on the verge of breaking down. Then came the leather strap. The very first stroke threw Kurisu over the edge, and his furious squeals became mixed with pathetic sobs. His pleas were delayed by Xearon taunting him again, but as the strap began to place it's searing kiss upon his already abused flesh, he cried out loudly, "Stop stop stop stop stop!!"

[CharmCraft]

Xearon laughed a good deal at Kuri's pain. "Are you going to be a good little pet and do as you're told?" He asked as he kept up the quick swatch spreading red every where. he gently set the strap down and started with the flat side of his sword using it like a slimmed down paddle. "Let me hear you apologize for all those rude comments." He purred taking enjoyment in the ever darkening flesh that bounced with each strike.

meanwhile, in a shady bordello a young demon by the Name of Tempo had slipped in. He snaked his way around avoiding most eye contact and found his way down in to the underground bandit base. He stuck to the shadows as he crept about. The place smelled of cigars and booze. He listened to the few bandits that were about playing cards. He crept ever closer to that glorified 'throne' their leader chose to sit in. He saw no occuant near by and made hsi way to that end of the table he gently slipped a hand upwards and snatched a rolled up parchment that was in a leather holder. He unrolled it as if to make sure this was what he wanted. It was too!