Asmodeus sighed as he viewed all of the people, who were obviously enjoying themselves. The blur of colors - most of which were fairly dark - blended together as one, and the demon found himself glad that he hadn't tried to seek anybody out just yet. Many looked bored, idly daydreaming amongst themselves....Some were already paired off, looking intimate in corners and whatnot. He smiled to himself, hoping that his night would end the same way - though different, of course, in some senses. He never beat around the bush when it came to taking a lover home. If he wanted them, he got them. It was as simple as that. When he was really in the mood and it seemed like they were asking too many questions - trying to get to know him, his life, when he just wanted a quickie - he used his power. His power of lust was one his favorite things, his greatest treasure of all. Just one touch bestowed upon someone, and he could twist their sexual desires, turn them towards him. Though, he almost never had to use that power to get what he wanted. Women just flocked to him - it was simple as that, and just as amazing. He didn't like having to do much work, so having them come to him was a pretty fantastic thing. Of course, while he was used to having this happen, he was still pretty psyched about it. So much so that he could be cocky about it, but not too annoying.Â
Of course, every once in a while he used the power simply to...turn up the heat in a bedroom. He could make the woman he was fucking want it so much that she begged - he really loved begging, honestly. Sometimes he would ask women to beg directly, in a husky voice that none could ignore. Other times he would simply look at them in a way that made them want it so much they'd squirm, and then it was on with the rest of his wondrous plan. He'd touch them in places that made them moan, softly move his lips above places that wanted to be touched, wanted to feel every inch of him. Featherlight touches here, little whispers and a soft moan there... And finally, when the woman realized he wasn't responding to her writhing and moans, she'd beg to be touched. She'd plead, claw at his arms, want to be fucked like never before. And of course, being the wonderful gentleman that Asmodeus was, he'd happily oblige. Never, when a woman properly begged, did he turn them down. He wanted something, he got it, and so they deserved the same treatment. It was common sexual courtesy, really, and so he preferred to do so. Sometimes, if the woman he was with wanted him to, he would be so much rougher with asking. He'd grab their throats until they felt they couldn't breathe, then released his grip only so they could beg for more. He'd tug their hair and spank them hard, until they told him that he was all that they wanted.
Realizing that he nearly had quite a hard on thinking about this, Asmodeus quickly switched to a different mental topic. It wasn't like sex and such was all that the demon thought about. He was extremely intelligent, had such a broad vocabulary and a mess of ideas that he could dwell on and ponder about to himself. He was so smart that, often, he liked to have debates by himself, with himself, and simply for his own entertainment purposes. Some people thought him to be simple minded because of his overly sexual nature...but that was hardly the case. Quite the opposite, in fact. He had one of the most complex minds a demon could possibly have, and his intelligence stretched farther than any human of this age. He just didn't put it to much use...mainly because he didn't have to. It wasn't like he was a scientist developing a cure for cancer - though he could be if he wished - or a zealous engineer working on some brand new project. He was a man with a simple nature, but not a simple mind. He just liked and needed sex...that was the end all and be all. Really, a good shag was as necessary to him as food was to humans. But, so was intellectual stimulation. As of now, he was wondering just what it was that caused people to believe the earth had ever been flat, when he noticed a red-haired beauty get up. His eyes switched to her and he arched a brow as her ankle twisted. He turned towards her and frowned, shaking his head.
"Sorry? You're sorry that you nearly fell on the floor? That's the strangest apology I've heard yet," he said. He held out a hand to her, his head cocked slightly to the side. "Are you alright, dear? Need some help? Oh, where are my manners!" He patted his suit, as though looking for them. Winking at her, he chuckled and aimed his stunner smile in her direction. "The name's Ethan Deus. Who might you be, little red?"
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