Stalemate (Jacen and Cecielia: ADULT CONTENT WARNING)

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   Her own room. The witch that had started with nothing had this spacious, tombstone-filled courtyard all to herself.

Well, except for him. He was always with her. He always would be. If he ever tried to leave, she'd find him. And he knew it.



"Welcome home," his silhouette mouthed the words from the shadow of his own grave with that mock sincerity that stirred her imagination.

Cecielia glided across the courtyard, stopping in front of Jacen's grave, "The grasslander paid for his insolence, my love, his little bitch as well," she purred, a smile flickering across her face at the rememberence of the girl's scream.

"You make this hurt on purpose, don't you?," Jacen's corpse called from beneath the dirt, the dry bones waiting for yet another life to spring from them just like some morbid flower, "It's flattering."

Cecielia gracefully sank to the ground, and began tracing delicate designs into the dirt with a finger. "Why, darling, it's only because I love you most of all," she whispered, leaning close enough to the earth so that her hair trailed lightly through the patterns she had made.

"When you complete that circle, I'm going to rape you," he hissed through his unmoving teeth, the soul already inside the corpse, waiting for rebirth.

"You certainly know how to charm a girl," Cecielia murmured, drawing even closer to the earth, and breathing life into the cold ground, "I might have to take you up on that offer," she said with a low chuckle.

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Cecielia uses Animate Pawn (Combines with Animate Demon)

As she did so, a dirt-caked hand reached up from the grave dirt, grabbing the witch by the hair and pulling her down to the dirt. A second hand shot up from the ground a moment after, clawing its way up and down her back, tearing at her dress. He was there, waiting, just beneath the dirt to devour her.

Cecielia let out a gleeful cackle, "Welcome back, my love!" she cried, managing to twist and grab both of Jacen's wrists, trying to pul him out of the the dirt.

"No shackles?," the incubus chuckled as he tore off her dress, "You must really want to die."

"But then who would bring you back, darling," Celielia said with a sinister smile. She began making quick work of Jacen's attire, ripping off his shirt and leaving a few scratches in her wake. The battle for dominance had begun.

Rolling hard, he pinned her down, biting hard along her collar, "Maybe I find another. Maybe I break this hold."

Gasping at the sensation, Cecielia flashed a humorless smile and dug her fingernails deep into Jacen's shoulders, "Find another like me? Someone that you don't have to possess to get to enjoy your unorthodox methods? I doubt it." she purred, dragging her nails through his flesh, relishing the feel of his teeth on her skin.

"By my recollection of events, twas you that bewitched me with that tattoo of yours," Jacen taunted as he ran his fingers over the rune on her left breast he wished it were in his power to unenchant, "Do you suppose this keeps me all to yourself? Is this how a witch deigns to secure a husband?"

Using Jacen's moment of distraction to her advantage, Cecielia heaved her body up, flipping both them over and taking the position on top. "That my dear..." she murmured, capturing his mouth in a rough kiss, biting down hard on his lip, "depends entirely on one's definition of 'husband'," she cackled.

"I'll never get married," Jacen promised as he returned the kiss, hands groping for a sensitive place along the back of her thighs, closer to the inside, to distract her and give him the leverage he needed, "I'm not that careless."

"But darling, marrige isn't a matter of being careless," Cecielia said breathlessly, practically purring under Jacen's touch. "It's all about control," she whispered in his ear, bringing her knee between his legs and grinding against the sensitive flesh there.

"Mm, you say the sweetest things," Jacen purred at her hard knee on his groin, "So you killed Tal, did you? The girl too? Pity; we could have made sport of her..."

"Feusang made quick work of the grasslander and his little brawler friend, but as for the girl," Cecielia smiled a smile that could have chilled the heart of the bravest warrior, as her hand snaked down to replace her knee, "She's alive... in a sense, I believe the lights are on, and yet, no one is home..." she giggled gleefully.

At this, Jacen's face contorted in a smile that would have been better suited to a gargoyle than a face as comely as his, "This is perfect..."

"You have something special in mind for the little slut?" Cecielia asked with a chuckle, inching her hand past the waist of Jacen's pants and beginning a trail of bites down his neck.

"Ah, but that's the best part," Jacen held her close, looking her in the eyes with that darkly clever smile, "I'm not going to do it. You are. With that lovely body of yours, you're going to wear Cellus as your disguise, and with her face, you will show those heroes what true despair really is when you rip them apart from within."

Cecielia shuddered with delight, loving the idea of creating such discord, "But what of the real little slut? What will we do with her?" she murmured, pressing herself close against Jacen in her excitement.

"Oh, I'm... sure I can find some use for her," Jacen's mouth lifted on one side into a smile better classified as a sneer, "Perhaps you will too."

At that, he gave a lecherous wink.

Cecielia let out a squeal of glee, roughly capturing Jacen's lips again, this time biting hard enough to draw blood, "I love the way you think, my love," she cried, lapping up the blood that welled from the wound.

"Naturally," Jacen returned the kiss, draining from her willing soul to feed his hunger, "I'm never wrong."