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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2013 11:32:56 GMT -5
"It is all you will see this night ma désir."
He teased her right back, running his fingers along her flesh almost not touching. Her form was nearly perfect and he would enjoy it while he could. She was definitely interested in his demon flesh, looking almost entranced. Moments stretched seeming like hours as he pondered what he wanted from this creature.
It was not long before she revealed her true identity to him. That would explain why she was such a mystery, he had never encountered her kind. He had heard rumors of a Kelpie in ancient Greece but then again those fools would call a bucket of water a god to distract themselves from their mundane existence.
"I have yet to see this lake, perhaps I shall visit you."
As she pressed against him she placed a small kiss upon his chin. He smirked feeling her breasts against him. This moment was short lived as she quickly settled back beside him. So the game had begun, this Kelpie would find he too could play. He leaned in close to her and he took her around her waist, holding her in his powerful arms.
"You are quite the sinner..."
His smile had a particularly evil quality to it as the grey storm in his eyes began to turn black as night.
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2013 17:53:24 GMT -5
Lyric gasped as Azoriat taunted her by gliding a his stone like fingers against her own china white skin, another ripple of goosebumps decorating Lyric’s shuddering form, her arousal rising again which made it difficult for her to uphold the agreement they had made outside these private quarters. Lyric, even if she was denied her extremely flirtatious behavior was secretly enjoying this rather simple experience with Azoriat; she hadn’t done something like this in ages maybe even at all for she could not recall most of her existence before coming here.
“I will be sure to keep a watchful eye for you and maybe...” She paused and delicately stroked two fingers against his exposed chest before gazing at him seductively, “You’ll get to see a show.” She purred, referring to her rather bloody appetite at certain times in the months that passed. As she sat there poised for a moment, she was stunned by his arm suddenly slithering around her waist and pulling her back to him. A loud groan escaped her lips as she felt the hot sting of his flesh but her emerald eyes only glittered with hunger for more of this forceful nature.
“I know. I am malicious aren’t I?” She moaned, hovering her lips over his as if beckoning him into a kiss, her cool breath teasing him as she began to adjust her legs in an attempt to straddle him. “However, I think you’ve been bad too... some punishment is in order you evil devil you.” She giggled erotically, her famous lashes fluttering with mischievous innocence.
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2013 18:32:07 GMT -5
He pulled her the rest of the way onto him, now beneath her. He was enjoying himself, perhaps he could let loose. As she spoke of the show he might see his arousal grew. There was nothing like sin and suffering to get him going. He could see men begging for help as they were dragged under the water to die and feed Lyric.
"I am no devil... I am Demon, I am Azoriat."
He placed her hand onto his exposed demonic flesh, it was hot almost too hot. She could feel the power and pure evil pouring from it pulsing like blood but thicker. His hand reached up and grabbed a fist full of her hair. He felt his walls breaking down the demon was rising... it wished to feed.
His eyes closed and his teeth gritted trying to regain control. Lyric had broken down centuries of barriers Azoriat had erected in his mind to stop his rages and lust for blood and flesh. How could she know what she had done, and could it be stopped.
His eyes open now jet black and brimming with a fire. He wanted to release her, wanted to escape for a moment to regain his composure. But the time for that was over, the sleeper had awakened.
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2013 19:29:20 GMT -5
Again, just as before, Lyric’s palm seemed to steam from the overexposure of his boiling flesh and the Kelpie yelped loudly as the pain began to seer through her shell, but even in this state of torture, she began to moan for more for she could see in his endless black pits that he was succumbing to his caged beast. Lyric writhed within his arms as she swallowed each passing moment with torturous moans of excitement.
When Azoriat latched onto her luscious auburn hair, a clamoring giggle of erotic fun escaped her moist lips and she nibbled onto her bottom lip as he pulled a few threads from her scalp. Her emerald eyes shot to Azoriat, whose expression was an intense flame that frightened even this Kelpie; however that pleased her more. “Come lord of demons, take me love.” She moaned, clutching on chest with her only free hand and her eyes began to beg for him. Lyric had never met a man like this before and maybe, just maybe he could make her is own if he continued his sinister ways.
Although, she had not yet realized what she had awoken in this dangerous man, for her lust blinded her and her selfish need to make him hers. Hopefully for the sake of her life, she would hopefully survive his demonic tyranny.
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2013 22:09:45 GMT -5
Azoriat could take no more, six hundred years of control broke and he was lost. All that remained was rage,lust,gluttony,greed,wrath,sloth and pride. Azoriat's shin began to burn like the embers of a cigarette quickly turning to ash. All that remained was his true form, perfectly built with scaly red flesh like leather. His face contorted into a permanent grimace with two onyx horns. i13.photobucket.com/albums/a253/minionschomp/rae-el-the-demon-6.jpgHe grabbed at Lyric's dress and ripped it off as though it were paper, throwing her onto her back as he stood. The walls of the room burst into flames even as the sprinkler system tried to extinguish them. Every drop of water hissed and turned to steam as it hit his skin. "Is this what you wanted girl!? I will feast on your the bounty of your flesh until I am sated! And when I am done you will call me master!"He pressed himself on top of her, a forked tongue licking over his lips as the room filled with steam and black smoke. [Fade to Black] The next morning she would find herself on the banks of the lake, covered in bites and various scratches, as well as a few burns. Azoriat was nowhere to be found only his scent upon her skin.
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2013 22:47:48 GMT -5
The Kelpie was stunned by his radical transformation, his domineering form towering over the sinful flower, Lyric. She let out a surprised yelp as she was stripped within seconds and so clean as well. The pyre encasing the two did not draw her away from his chiseled demon before her. She let out another long moan as she was pinned and Azoriat thurst himself onto her, ordering her to submit. She would not... not yet.
“Azo, mmm yeah you’re the master of demons baby! Burn it all!”
Then, her world was swallowed by flames and darkness.
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Lyric awoke, jade irises fluttering as she was greeted by the new dawn, her naked supple form scathed and weak from her very interesting experience with Azoriat. Lifting herself, she scanned her buxom form to discover her ravaged form, however she did not react from fear. Sighing, she gripped her long brown hair and took in a heavy breath, allowing the demon’s scent to overflow her exhausted flesh. This was the first time she had ever been the one left behind. Memories of the glorious night caused a girlish grin to spread along her rounded face, a few dots of ash decorated her cheeks. “Mmm, Azoriat, you know how to make a girl feel special.” She cooed.
He had made her his bitch last night and honestly, it didn’t feel that bad being dominated so violently... for once. No one had ever dared treating her like that and she never imagined she would enjoy from someone so much. Also, his true form... Jesus he was the definition of demon, which Lyric added to his rather long list of handsome traits.
“Azoriat, you better fucking visit, or I will hunt you down.” She crawled towards her sanctuary, slipping into the azure lake with unimaginable grace, her human skin shedding as she swam deeper into her domain. Jesus he wiped me out. I’m starving. Thankfully, the old fishermen of the morning would soon descend onto her Lake, making the perfect time to strike.
Damn Azo, you are quite the catch. She giggled to herself, allowing the small lake current to wash off the sin of last night from her blue skin.
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