Story: After all, when else can an incubus walk through the city with his wings and tail on full display without so much as a glance from anyone?
 
Sleepygirl: aside from these stories which is...checks most of the time :cP
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Story: which wasn’t exactly the best attire for a stroll through the woods
 
Sleepygirl: it could be if you're a mobster who just happens to be out for a midnight stroll...
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Story: But what caught his eye the most was the fact that she was absolutely stacked!
 
Sleepygirl: priorities
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Story: He began a brief free fall before his wings caught the air below and billowed out to support his weight in a very slow, gentle glide across the city
 
Sleepygirl: i like that image
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Story: The distance closed and he moved to strike.
 
Sleepygirl: typo: "he moved to stroke" 
editor: snorts Freudian slip, anyone? :cP
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Story: “Oh, that was just the prelude to your long ass night of bad decisions, demon boy.”
 
Sleepygirl: LOL, well said
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Story:  “Well this is humiliating.”
 
Sleepygirl: womp womp :cP
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Story: The hypnotic glow from his eyes illuminated the entire clearing, including the body and face of the woman who was about to send him to the moon.
 
Sleepygirl: quite possibly literally, in this case
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Story: Xander let out a relieved sigh. Although he could easily heal from any damage, he really didn’t like pain all that much
 
Sleepygirl: proving that he is at least somewhat sane :cP
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Story: Xander nodded at her with a smile, not really paying much attention, he was instead getting a good look at her for the first time
 
Sleepygirl: that sounds about right :cP
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Story: Leaning in, Xander quickly created a hypnotic orb of energy in his hand and inserted it into her forehead like a quarter for slots
 
Sleepygirl: i can't put my finger on why but i like the comparison :cP
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Story: “You have a werewolf?” he asked. 
 
Sleepygirl: facepalm
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Story: He is kind of an idiot sometimes
 
Sleepygirl: just a wee bit :cP
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Story: You’re…a werewolf in human form, aren’t you?” he asked, finally putting things together. 
 
Sleepygirl: little slow on the uptake but at least he's cute :cP
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Story: That distracted both Xander and the author for a moment before we both got back to the plot at hand.
 
Sleepygirl: down boy
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Story: Xander looked into her eyes as he let his hand slide back up her body and along her jaw, gently gripping her chin. 
 
Sleepygirl: nice little display of control that is definitely pushing more buttons than i expected...
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Story: He pushed directly into her mind, finding that point of resistance, that last little bit of her will…and with the kind of arrogance and stupidity you find in every horror story, he put that part of her mind to sleep
 
Sleepygirl: what could possibly go wrong?
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Story: She was huge, easily nine feet tall, even hunched and slightly looming over him as she was. And all this was completely under his control. 
 
Sleepygirl: aaaaand cue the power trip
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Story: Just on the cusp of breaking Xander’s tenuous hold, this of course turned him on way more than even he realized. 
 
Sleepygirl: again, what could possibly go wrong here?
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Story: “You are under my control, aren’t you?” he asked. 
 
Sleepygirl: i mean honestly that is a little bit of a turn on for reasons i havent figured out yet
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Story: The kind of energy that would make a human woman very open, very aroused
 
Sleepygirl: shiver not getting turned on by that at all, nope...not even a little...
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Story: Her glowing eyes rolled up into her head and closed and her knees buckled as he bit into her shoulder
 
Sleepygirl: dammit stop turning me on :cP
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Story: For the first time he started to wonder if maybe this was a bad idea
 
Sleepygirl: and then he sat down until that feeling went away...
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Story: He was wrong. 
 
Sleepygirl: again i say...womp womp
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Story: As the tattered clothes fell away his second head made itself known standing tall and proud
 
Sleepygirl: circling back to the "being turned on more than even he realized" portion of the story :cP
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Story: he was the one on the receiving end…and It was kind of sexy, actually.
 
Sleepygirl: turnabout is fair play or something like that wiggles eyebrows :cP
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Story: Not that one, the upper one
 
Sleepygirl: clarification is important here :cP
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