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This is how the Catman do. --ZeFrank
Date of Scene: 14 June 2021
Location: The Griffin
Synopsis: The Catman do get sipped from and attacked. And loving it.
Cast of Characters: Thomas Blake, Satana Hellstrom




Thomas Blake has posed:
The face seems to press through the panel that leads into Thomas' basement, as if the wood of the door is now thin rubber sheeting. The face is twisted and horrific. It speaks of insanity and despair and ill. The face of a creature that was never human. Not that humans are a bargain.

Thomas Blake very carefully begins applying lipstick to it. He looks a little demonic himself. Several pots of sage are burning by te fireplace behind him. there's a selection of silver daggers lay out behind him.

"Tired of you, asshole. I haven't heard from my little girl pal yet. She's lining up some top talent to take you down for good but... I'm going to make things interesting for you. I haven't met Illyana yet but she sounds like she can sub for Satana... nobody can replace her."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Who is Illyana?" the voice asks behind Thomas.

The voice that is presaged by a certain smell of brimstone that always seems to precede a certain girl pal's physical arrival on the scene.

The voice that is presaged further by the smell of cinnamon and stale vice.

"Why are you putting lipstick on your door? Was I really away for that long?"

Satana steps up behind Thomas, wrapping her arms around his chest and pressing (horribly distractingly) against his back.

"But really, who is Illyana?"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake notes the demonic face, retracted. The smells are familiar to him. The arms and a couple other things doubly so. He turns around and looks down into dark eyes a man could just fall into he does not. His right hand comes up, after stowing the blade he'd drawn in a sheath.

"Yes you were gone that long. Those demons you 'interrogated' left something behind in my basement. I was messing with it... oh sorry about the sage. Like I said, I was messing with it. And Illyana is a sorceress I was trying to get to deal with this... asshole." The hand he raises to her face is rough and scarred and it is gently drawn across her cheek. The hug returned with enough force to injure an ordinary woman, which she is not -lucky him.

"Were you... jealous?" he teases in her ear.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Always."

The teasing is returned with a sharp nip.

"I want nobody sipping your soul but me."

She wrinkles her nose. "Sage. You lit sage. This place stinks!" She looks at the lipstick on the now flat wall. "What were you trying to get rid of?"

The physical distractions escape her now, annoyance at the stench of sage now overriding that. "Tell me quickly so I can rid you of it and you can get this sage unburnt!"

Yeah, the fondness is rapidly vanishing up in smoke. Sage smoke.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake goes over to the pots and hustles them outside to a fire pit. He wets them down with a hose. He hurries back to the impatient she-devil and returns to hugging her, this time from behind.

"How do I know what it is? Only things I know about demons I know from you. Like you're fond of... this. You seem to like... this. And you really did enjoy... that!" He sums up the inventory with a bite on her shoulder.

"You were eradicating some of that Cthulhu Garth's demons, remember? Oh then we did THIS!"

Thomas apparently is in no hurry to get rid of his infestation. Regular exterminators only have to contend with this sort of distraction in a cheap adult film.

Make that a well made adult film.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"I'm having stronger memories now," Satana says to the first 'this'. "Yes... this has the distinct ring of truth," she continues with the second. "This is definitely sounding true here," she continues on 'that'.

Then a squeal of joy at 'THIS'.

"You remembered!"

Very well made adult film. The production values of Caligula with the imagination of The Devil in Miss Jones.

The infestation will have to wait.

And take notes if it ever wants to graduate from being a mere haunt.

Detailed notes.

"Thomas... Dear... I'm close... to..."

Climax?

"...losing control."

Oh. That soul-sucking thing.

"I missed you. I don't want to eat you."

An odd thing for someone who'd just done what she'd done with her... oh. Right. Soul-sucking.

"Let me cool down a bit and deal with your infestation. Then we can go all night without danger, keeping it slow."

D'aw! She DOES love him! In her peculiar little way.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake holds the she devil at arms length.

"I'm not going to do that Afterschool Special stuff about how you could never hurt me. Sure you could. So, go clean up your mess. I'll make us something. I kept your clothes upstairs if you want to change after... yes please change! And shower."

He gives her an encouraging pat on the tail in passing.

"Glad you're back, baby," he says as he hits the kitchen.

He makes his specialty, eggs. Everyone likes his eggs. He also lights several wooden matches to chase away the scent of sage tat lingers. It is getting hot in the kitchen so he takes his shirt off.

He ignores the screeches, screams and bell like laughter coming from the living room.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
She's having way too much fun, it sounds like. At one point there's the sound of desperate claws scrabbling at the doorframe leading to the kitchen with a completely demoralized demonic voice shouting, "You gotta stop her, man! Bros before h..."

This disappears into a long scream punctuated by maniacal laughter as he gets drawn back into the living room for another round of abuse.

And then it's quiet.

And then the sound of the shower.

"Oh yeah, baby. Eggs. I'd almost forgotten about those."

The smell of fresh cinnamon fills the room as she, still damp from her shower, not wearing a lick of clothing, steps into the kitchen.

"Got rid of your guest for you. He wasn't a bad sort. Just ... not very bright. I kept him alive and soulbound. He may come in useful later."

She slips up behind Thomas again, fingers raking over his chest and belly lightly.

"Like you are, only, your usefulness is in areas that are a lot more entertaining."

She leans in, pressing her hot skin against his back, murmuring into his ear, "Did you miss me?"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake transfers the eggs to a plate and shuts the burners. "I have bacon too, which I am pretty sure demons invented, and thank you."

"He turns and hands her the serving plate. Waits a second for her to register surprise and then scoops up a armful or Satana to carry her and the other necessities of life to the table. Once there he sits down with the demoness on his lap.

"Our first breakfast, we sat like this and I had you eating off my hand. It grew back!" He drapes one arm around her back. "And I did to answer your question. Man does not live by baccarat, grand theft and twisting the nuts of AlcheMax execs." He nuzzles demon neck which is quite soft and smooth and fragrant, cinnammon and... "I forgot you like Baby Shampoo, Is it made with real babies?"

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Oh, don't be silly, Thomas!" Satana scoffs, kicking her feet like a swimmer JUST to let him feel what's pressed against him as they eat. "I'm not made of money! I can't afford the stuff made with real babies!" She nuzzles against Thomas a while. "Count yourself lucky I ate before coming here," she murmurs into his ear, slipping his free hand to chest height at her side, letting him decide where it travels from there. "Because even with that I'm getting this powerful urge to take you."

She pauses, hand resting on Thomas' face, fingernails digging in a subtle threat.

"Only reason I'm not is because it would be the last good time we had together and I don't want that."

And this is likely how a demon says 'I love you'. In many ways the same was as a cat would if a cat could talk. Only with bigger breasts and a hotter body, both figuratively and literally.

"I didn't mean to leave you, but I got killed again," she says. "And then someone summoned me but didn't bind me or even, like, show up. So I'm a free agent now, but I was kind of back at home a while torturing people because I missed you." The fingernails dig just a hair deeper. "After the eggs, I want a proper welcome home. Toying with your guest was OK, but I want to toy with you. First the eggs. Then breakfast. Then ... hope you're in good shape because I've thought of a few new ways to play while I was downstairs."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake is used to the love making of apex predators. He accepts the sharp nails. he's even nice enough to give her have a piece of extra burnt bacon he knows she likes. he gets a second. Normally dextrous fingers slip and it falls on her, not that she'd have t worry even if it were hot. "Oh sorry. Let me get that."

He uses his teeth, giving her a bite for good measure. Then e buries his face in her soft silky mane and sighs. And chews bacon.

"Who killed you? I'll want to send flowers... in advance of me."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"I don't know." Satana's mood is dropping as she considers it. "Whoever did it used overwhelming force from stealth. Maybe even a distance. The first clue that I had that I was under attack was the pain that goes along with the soul being torn from the body it's inhabiting. Then I was down in pater familia's domain."

She's getting that look on her face. That look that says someone needs to die. Soon. Preferably not Thomas. Preferably.

"And then I got summoned again. Whoever did it was a pro. Hit every note right. And also managed to do it with an MP3 player and Bluetooth speakers. That's a trick *I* would find difficult. So he or she wasn't there when I came into the world. The circle was deliberately broken too, letting me out. Someone summoned me to release me into the world. So probably not a nice person by human standards."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake puts his hands on Satana's face and looks deep into her dark unreflecting eyes. "Tomorrow, show me how to summon you. I never want you trapped again. This, was Hell. Tell me everything I need to know and I'll summon you right upstairs to your bed. I will have bourbon and ice cream and that gunky Lion Kin shorty you used to wear to loaf around. I want to protect you." Yes. Sounds stupid. Unless you know Thomas Blake. He rests his chin on her chest, arms around her. Protectively.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana looks stricken as Thomas makes his offer, eyes widened, the blacks of her eyes shimmering as if tears were threatening.

"You would risk your soul ... just to have me here in Earth?" she asks, her voice ever so slightly shaky. "It's not something I could teach quickly, but ... it is something I could teach. Just be aware that any mistake, however slight, can be the best way to join me in Hell, only not in the fun way."

She turns, briefly standing, to straddle and face Thomas, eyes deadly serious. "Are you sure Thomas. If you just want to go to Hell, I can send you there after the most mind-blowing experience you've ever had. But if you want to risk it just for me..."

She seems at a loss, like there's concepts flipping around in her head like kids in a judo dojo, but concepts she lacks words to describe.

"...I. Let me think about it. I prefer Earth with you in it than Hell with you in it. I have to be careful."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake takes Satana's face in his hands again. Vulnerable is not a look he likes on her. It might boost the ego of lesser men.

"Hell? I'm headed there anyway. For you, I'd risk it all the sooner. You're the closest to Heaven someone like me will ever get. But know that anyone hurts you, I will find a way to end them." He gently steers her head to his chest and strokes her hair.

"Be careful, don't let us start ennobling each other."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"There's nothing noble in what I want from you," Satana laughs, her voice vibrating in Thomas' chest cavity. "You're just a lot of fun. And you'll be more fun up here than down there. By which I mean Earth and Hell, not in my geography."

Her eyelash tickles the hair on his chest lightly as she winks.

"The relationship is reversed in that case."

Silence reigns a short while.

"This is dangerous, Thomas. I'm hungry. I'm trying very hard not to take from you. I thought I ate enough before coming here, but feeling you. Smelling you. Hearing you. I'm getting hungry again. Do you have something that would sustain me, or ... can I ... sip?"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake shrugs. "We ate all the eggs and bacon... somehow. I guess you can take a little. I'll just have a nap after. Take it easy today... as easy as you let me. Can you do it from this position? I don't want to move right now I feel so re... you started doing it didn't you, you little..." Thomas smirks and gives her a thwap.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"I didn't start yet." Santana looks up, into Thomas's eyes. "But I can do it from this position yes. First we can start doing ..." Her face breaks into a positively coquettish grin. "... something else in this position. And just when you think this is Hell come to visit, I'll sip a little. You will explode -- you may choose within or without -- and will get a taste of how my chosen victims die."

Languid wink.

"You may then be jealous of them."

She leans in to kiss, positioning herself for Thomas to do to her what he wills, ready to take a bit of his soul energy at the crest.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Part of her is older tan Rome, older than men and more vicious than a pack of hyenas and more cunning than a Gotham headcase with a cape. Part of her would drink his soul down without remorse.

But, the other part was 'Tana, who appreciated every little kindness, like ice cream, making eggs, or stupid joke gifts, like that Hot Stuff #1 comic. Demons really don't have a defense for kindness. No one is ever kind to them after all.

Thomas loses some of his soul to 'Tana every time he's with her.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Given her usual boisterous approach to taking pleasure in Thomas, this was something quite different. Slower. Sweeter. One could almost say 'cuter' if 'cute' was a word you could use to describe Satana.

Which it emphatically isn't.

As the pace and urgency began, however, to pick up, she leaned forward and kissed him. Just lips, no tongue no teeth. And in the moment of that kiss every nerve of his body came to life at once, mingling pain with pleasure in ways that erased identity and cognition momentarily. Thomas got the brief impression of a blue nimbus leaving his body and going to hers before that erasure happened.

And when he regained consciousness he was on his back in bed, a certain demoness crouched over him, looking down with enigmatic eyes.

"How was it?"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake rolls his eyes back down. He's about to say 'cute'. Then he gets a wicked grin and speaks softly, and braces for the reprisal.

"Heavenly."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
The enigma is gone. The eyes are hard and angry, matching the face.

"HEAVENLY!?" she hisses. "YOU PUT THAT ... THAT ... THAT WORD IN YOUR MOUTH TO DESCRIBE ME!?"

Unless Thomas does something fast, there's going to be claws raking him. The literally glowing eyes are betraying which side of her is at the forefront now.

And damn if it isn't just a little bit hot!