Topic: Dominique & The Hill House
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Dominique
Unending BE - episode 32677
"Sure, sounds good." Jim agree. Thumbing through the magazine's bottom right cirner, he found the correct page and pulled it open...
"What the...?!" Jim exclaimed. Sharon's response was less literate - but no less vocal - as she... 'yelped' would be accurate.
The reactions were reasonable, considering that the magazine, when opened, had began to emit a dense, dark smoke in a strangely compact column. Jim quickly dropped the apparently burning magazine - although there was no actual flames to be seen - and the two of them hopped over the back of the couch and backed away from where the magazine rested, and the thick, six-foot-tall column of dense smook that hovered above it.
Suddenly, there was a muffled 'pop', and both Jim and Sharon felt the slight but sudden increase in air presure in the room. In the same instant, the smoke swirled with a thick, dully red smoke - then suddenly condensed...
...into something quite different.
Jim's jaw dropped, and he could feel Sharon, clinging to his left arm, go rigid in shock and no little fear. The two stunned young lovers stared, mouths agape, at the figure that now stood in front of them, seperated from them by a short love-seat.
It was a woman... sort of. Easily six feet tall, her skin - of which quite a bit was visible - was a deep, almost angry red. It almost seemed to have an inner glow, so smooth and flawless was the flesh.
Covering the shapely legs from the thighs down to where the love-seat cut off the veiw was a pair of what appeared to be black leather boots. The same dark, glossy material formed the tiny G-string that barely covered any of her trim-yet-womanly hips. Nothing at all covered her slender waist and well-defined abdominal muscles, and the tiny scraps of leather shaping a bikini top might as well not have existed at all, seeing as they were barely adequate to cover the large, rigid nipples that graced the incredably firm, crimison breasts that - despite being the size of basket-balls - thrust proudly from the ribcage, almost perfectly spherical.
The... woman? Creature?... 's face was a study in dark sensuality, with full, sensuous lips slightly upturned in a sneering, knowing smile. Above her pert nose, two dark, piercing eyes regarded the couple. Surrounding the darkly seductive face was a massive man of black hair, marred only by a streak of deep red that formed a lock of hair above her left eye...
...and by the two massive, curled horns that shaded from pures black at the tips to an extremely deep red at the point where they joined her forehead.
"Well, well, well - a pair of mortals..." The demonic woman said, her voice deep yet utterly feminine, seething with sensuality and dark promises. Her full lips parted ever so slightly, and an amazingly long, thick toung slid from between them. From behind the woman's shapely ass, a long, obviously prehensile tail rose to her face, and that massive tongue lightly licked the thick, rounded end of the tail in an obscene gesture.
"Who... what...?" Jim stammered, scared shitless. Instinctively, he and Sharon had backed away - only to fetch up against a bookshelve, barring any further retreat.
"The name..." The demoness said - and waved a hand negligently. Instantly, the love-seat flared into ash, leaving only a slightly charred spot on the carpet. "...is Dominique. And, after an eternity of imprisonment, I am finally free. Free to... indulge myself."
Then, taking a single step forward atop the six-inch stiletto heels of her boots, she lifted one smoothly muscled arm and pointed a slender, long-nailed finger at....
*Jim