[ Driven by a craving for Manna, the demon bearing down on him. He traps him to the floor soon after he crumples to it, a hand on his throat. Not choking, but holding. It may not be immediately apparent given his transformation, but he's extremely naked. The clothes he was wearing never survived the process of his changing and what scraps that remained had fallen off hours ago. ]
Man...na...
[ The demon growls the words as if it takes physical effort to form them and fire them out of his reluctant throat. Battling against the desire to hunt and overpower, there's a part of him that doesn't want to harm this innocent man. Perhaps he's reached some shred of humanity by voicing concern where he would have been fully justified in reacting with fear or anger. The sharp points of his fingers lessen their grip, no longer threatening to tear into him, but he traces the tip of his thumb across his trembling pulse and feels his life giving it's frightened flutter. ]
...
[ Then again, it could be the man's beauty that inspires a change. Rather than trying to sate his bloodthirst with violence, the heated furnace glowing from the blown-out pupils of his black eyes roam over that chest that rises and falls so prettily, the tremor in his lip betraying fear that stirs his hunter's heart. ]
You're... beautiful. [ He rumbles, his voice low. ]
[ it takes his body a few long, tense moments to catch up with what his emotions are telling him. what he's sensing, through the dark wash of synchrony that the touch is affording him. there is something that races so much deeper, an inky black expanse of desire pulsing with veins of fire... he only needs to peel back the delirious haze that shrouds it to find what's beneath. ryuu could be scared of it. he is a little scared of it, swallowing hard beneath the hand clutched to his trembling throat, knowing well what a single squeeze could do.
but if this man had simply wanted to take what he so desperately needed, if he wanted to harm him, he could surely just do so. instead, the brief empathic reprieve of knowing he doesn't want to hurt him, the sincere compliment that seems to drift from his chest only to be shredded by his teeth -
ryuu sympathizes. he remembers when sanguis ran wild in his blood, giving him the same exact painful desires to rend flesh, to turn coveting into owning.
with his sapphire making his emotions churn like troubled waters, ryuu remembers to breathe, the sound of it fluttering in his lungs as his gaze drifts upwards. he blinks once, twice, the soft gold of his eyes searching for who might be in there, overrun by the influence of the ruby. ryuu twists some, feeling out the solid body above him and realizing far too late how naked it is where it crushes into him - strong knees and thighs, the outline of an equally transformed cock between them. ]
It's okay. [ tentatively, his arms lift, hands coming to rest on his forearm where the strength of it still threatens to bear down on his throat. ] I can give you manna.
[ The claw-tipped hand rakes down his body gently but greedily, feeling Ryuu's body through his clothes. Had Nier been of a clear mind, he wouldn't have accepted such flimsy permission. Manna can be given in any manner of ways, none of them this violently greedy. His body heat is borderline oppressive as he draws closer, briefly abated by a flap of his vestigal wings. The veins in his leathery wings glow a brighter orange as the furnace inside him burns to show his interest.
He paws at him, his clawed hands laying claim to his prize and thrilling in the shuddering breath Ryuu takes. Hauling him around, he forces Ryuu into a prone position -- half facing the floor and partially turned to the side. Vulnerable, trapped, he pushes a hand up his shirt, exposing the large expanse of Ryuu's back to his shoulder blades. Something hot and wet slides up the furrow of his back as he tastes the salt of his skin.
He tastes good, smells good. He growls approvingly, nuzzling the back of his neck and nosing into his hair. His hands crawl over his body, one squeezing the soft swell of pectoral muscle, the other roaming down his stomach the pointed tips of his claws prickling their way down. Reaching towards his waistline, he seems to show no signs of diverting his touch, wanting to feel up his sex and inspire lust in the idol. At the same time, he fits his now engorged cock, black with ridges and scales, between his thighs. Like the rest of his enlarged body, it's transformed into a demonic monstrosity, muscular and casting off a heat that bleeds through his clothes. But the sensation frustrates him further, an insufficient stimulation when he craves raw flesh and to wring out pleasure from his prey. ]
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Man...na...
[ The demon growls the words as if it takes physical effort to form them and fire them out of his reluctant throat. Battling against the desire to hunt and overpower, there's a part of him that doesn't want to harm this innocent man. Perhaps he's reached some shred of humanity by voicing concern where he would have been fully justified in reacting with fear or anger. The sharp points of his fingers lessen their grip, no longer threatening to tear into him, but he traces the tip of his thumb across his trembling pulse and feels his life giving it's frightened flutter. ]
...
[ Then again, it could be the man's beauty that inspires a change. Rather than trying to sate his bloodthirst with violence, the heated furnace glowing from the blown-out pupils of his black eyes roam over that chest that rises and falls so prettily, the tremor in his lip betraying fear that stirs his hunter's heart. ]
You're... beautiful. [ He rumbles, his voice low. ]
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but if this man had simply wanted to take what he so desperately needed, if he wanted to harm him, he could surely just do so. instead, the brief empathic reprieve of knowing he doesn't want to hurt him, the sincere compliment that seems to drift from his chest only to be shredded by his teeth -
ryuu sympathizes. he remembers when sanguis ran wild in his blood, giving him the same exact painful desires to rend flesh, to turn coveting into owning.
with his sapphire making his emotions churn like troubled waters, ryuu remembers to breathe, the sound of it fluttering in his lungs as his gaze drifts upwards. he blinks once, twice, the soft gold of his eyes searching for who might be in there, overrun by the influence of the ruby. ryuu twists some, feeling out the solid body above him and realizing far too late how naked it is where it crushes into him - strong knees and thighs, the outline of an equally transformed cock between them. ]
It's okay. [ tentatively, his arms lift, hands coming to rest on his forearm where the strength of it still threatens to bear down on his throat. ] I can give you manna.
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He paws at him, his clawed hands laying claim to his prize and thrilling in the shuddering breath Ryuu takes. Hauling him around, he forces Ryuu into a prone position -- half facing the floor and partially turned to the side. Vulnerable, trapped, he pushes a hand up his shirt, exposing the large expanse of Ryuu's back to his shoulder blades. Something hot and wet slides up the furrow of his back as he tastes the salt of his skin.
He tastes good, smells good. He growls approvingly, nuzzling the back of his neck and nosing into his hair. His hands crawl over his body, one squeezing the soft swell of pectoral muscle, the other roaming down his stomach the pointed tips of his claws prickling their way down. Reaching towards his waistline, he seems to show no signs of diverting his touch, wanting to feel up his sex and inspire lust in the idol. At the same time, he fits his now engorged cock, black with ridges and scales, between his thighs. Like the rest of his enlarged body, it's transformed into a demonic monstrosity, muscular and casting off a heat that bleeds through his clothes. But the sensation frustrates him further, an insufficient stimulation when he craves raw flesh and to wring out pleasure from his prey. ]