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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2013 0:09:45 GMT -5
“Bonnie? Bonnie girl where are you?” A decrepit voice bellowed within a wooded patch near Lake Pontrain, a minuscule body of water nestled within the center, seemingly undisturbed by human hands. The old individual hobbled to the water’s edge, enveloped by its serene beauty; it was like a miniature oasis, only for this pitiful old man. However, he was growing rather concerned for his dearest companion, Bonnie, who had fled into the wood and hadn’t returned all morning and he needed to leave soon. With old brown eyes, he scanned this surroundings, trying to spot any sort of familiar life. As he observed, his squinted eyes caught site of something trotting slowly in the brush however it was far too large to be Bonnie; it was drawing closer.
“Hello? Who’s there?” He muttered, wriggling his hands nervously, gripping his fishing pool tightly. As he waited for the worst, his eyes molded from fear to wonder as a fascinating creature appeared before him and his breath almost halted. A peculiar horse was posed before him, its form dripping with water and its mane was decorated with green seaweed but even its strange form attracted his sight and it was almost impossible to advert them away. Taking steady steps, the older gentlemen attempted to step closer to the horse. “Hey there horse...?” What was it doing out here? Was someone missing their horse?
The mare only stood still, poised like a deer in the meadow as the man drew closer. He extended his hand to try and touch it and the horse only seemed to step closer, removing the distance between them. He was stunned, he had never touched a horse in his life and this one felt rather strange. Stroking it, he pressed his other hand near its mane, seeing if he could remove the green tendrils entangled within. The horse whinnied quietly, but nuzzled his gentle grip. “Where did you get all th-” As he began, he suddenly realized something.
He couldn’t remove his hands from it slimy hair.
He began to struggle, his heart palpitating faster and faster in a hopeless panic and for a moment he almost yelled but within seconds the horse was galloping into the small puddle of water, dragging the poor defenseless man under, his bubbles of air slowly dying away as minutes ticked by. Before closing his eyes, he spotted a familiar red collar resting near the bottom of the small pond that read the name, “Bonnie.” Entangled with the collar were tattered pieces of brown fur which in his final moments, it occurred to him that she was gone.
As he continued to drown, a wave of agony enveloped his legs as something snapped onto the bones, crunching and snapping his kneecaps. He stared downward and watched in terror as the evil water horse feasted on him and he was barely dead yet. He hollered hopelessly one final time before his lungs were swallowed by the water, killing him within seconds. The Kelpie continued its feast, a trail of blood floating upwards to the surface, decoarting it in a menagerie of blood.
Finally, something to eat. Lyric said to herself, tearing the flesh like a vicious horde of piranhas; but she was only one fish. Goddamn demon drained me to hell... She giggled happily.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2013 14:02:32 GMT -5
Azoriat walked along the beach of the lake, she had said this was where she lived. He carried a sword with him, a 14Th century English long sword. He heard something in the distance, a man crying out for his "bonnie". Azoriat smirked to himself, at least she would not be hungry. He happened upon them just as the man was dragged under water.
He sat on the shore patiently waiting for her to resurface. He enjoyed the breeze coming off the lake, it had a calming scent as it swirled around him. Lyric had invited him to her home and as such he would be on his best behavior.
He hummed a tune to himself enjoying the scenery in her little cove. She did have quite the eye, this place was beautiful. He remembered her body lit by the flames in the nightclub. The fire was ruled an accident when the fire marshal could find no accelerate. Azoriat licked his lips, his demon lusted for her flesh. She was the fruit on the tree, that which he should not have. Just as Adam Azoriat could not resist, at least not at the moment.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2013 1:34:20 GMT -5
The Kelpie crunched maliciously onto the final bone fragments from the pitiful human savoring each bite as she swam, delighted. Finishing, Lyric could strange vibrations drawing closer to her minuscule pool and for a moment, the Kelpie grew weary of what drifted above. She had be prepare herself if this new arrival had spotted her feeding; however as the curious figure drew near, a peculiar response shuddered through her crystal blue form. It was Azoriat, she was sure if it. Like a giddy child, the Kelpie flapped her fish tail towards the surface, hoping her intuition was precise. Drawing closer, Lyric spotted a looming shadow over the tiny body of water and its silhouette seemed to mold, as if revealing its true nature. She witnessed horn and towering flames with this single figure within and Lyric was absolutely positive it was dearest Azoriat. Mmm... that’s my boy. She purred, recalling the exotic night not too long ago, which had left this Kelpie rather parched, hence the unfortunate situation that had transpired for Bonnie and the senior.
Suddenly, a few feet away from the demon, a large creature emerged from the sapphire lake and posed beside Azoriat was Lyric, still in her Kelpie transformation, however her appearance had become a more macabre image. To pathetic human eyes, Lyric appeared as a unique but equalling plain mare. However, her true nature could only be represented through supernatural eyes and it excited her greatly that Azoriat would be blessed with her rightful form. The mare titled her head playfully and through mental sounds, she let out her famous giggle. I hope its not too... beastly love. Lyric was extremely curious had he would take her metamorphosis. I’m sure you must prefer the delicate flower you ravaged so beautifully. She teased, her long lashed seemed to flutter.
As she posed, the Kelpie turned her head curiously to the shining object in his grip and was rather stunned to see the ancient blade. Come to slay me have you? Lyric's voice carried sarcasm and the conniving mare trotted closer to her perfect specimen, already starving for his fiery touch.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2013 11:18:12 GMT -5
Azoriat watched as Lyric rose from the water as a dark looking horse with seaweed in her hair. He smirked, even in this form he could tell it was her by the way she stood.
"It's not beastly at all. This form is quite elegant, perhaps I'll ride you sometime."
Azoriat winked at her smirking. He beckoned her down to him waving his hands. He ran his hands along the blade remembering the knight he had killed to obtain it. Azoriat laid back on the beach smiling.
"are you going to drag me under the water and feast on me? I brought you this sword for your home, a gift for the lady of the lake."
Azoriat closed his eyes, his plans were coming along nicely, Allenhart in his pocket, Arinecro warming up to his ideals, and Lyric near to where he needed her. He watched the water horse imagining how many she had devoured here. Perhaps he could harvest the souls of those she devoured. He wanted to create an empire on this plane, and he was gathering pawns to him.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2013 0:07:17 GMT -5
Maybe, if you are a good boy, I might consider sparing your life. Lyric whinnied exuberantly as Azoriat attempted to bait her again with his excellently executed innuendos, causing a shiver along her long spine. She trotted delicately toward the demon and with each step, the equine flesh slowly peeled off, revealing Lyric voluptuous human form, auburn hair tumbling across her chest, covering her bare breasts. She trotted with almost pixie-like steps toward a pack of bushes surrounding the small body of water.
“Clothes or no clothes dearest?” She giggled, swaying her alluring rump in Azoriat’s direction before gliding her hands gracefully to the minuscule cranny holding her clothing. In an effort to keep her clothing dry, she hid them away so that when she was prepared to leave, they would be hopefully dry. “Aw Azo, you shouldn’t have love!” Her materialistic nature swelled from the sight of the ancient blade and that this handsome demon was offering it to her for she had never been offered such a exquisite gift. “You love making a girl feel special dearest.”
“This isn’t a joke right? You’ve not being bad are you?” She questioned erotically, fluttering her eyelashes mischievously before returning to her small bundle of outfits, trying to decide on what to wear, at least if Azoriat allowed her to.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2013 0:37:22 GMT -5
Azoriat patted his lap beckoning her to him. He seemed to be up to no good, a mischievous smile on his face.
"I would prefer you as you are Lyric. Your home is quite breathtaking, almost as breathtaking as the view before me."
Azoriat liked this Kelpie for the sin of seduction around her, like Delilah she was stained with her past sins and he found it intoxicating. He slid his forked tongue out to lick his lips.
"Me be bad? how could you ever come to that conclusion. I tortured the man who owned that sword, it was during the crusades, Constantinople I think. For weeks I worked him, killing his brothers in front of him, tearing his flesh and feeding it to him.
Every night he prayed "dear god make this stop". But you see God is not invested in this world, he only cares about his kingdom above. Finally he cracked and renounced his God, accepting me as the only god there was. And then I slit his throat because my interest had faded."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2013 1:06:38 GMT -5
“I know, I am wonderful aren’t I?” She snickered playfully. Loosing all interest in her prisoning cloth she strolled erotically toward her handsomely chiseled fiend, intoxicated by his fascinating story of tortured flesh and the images of this pitiful human forced to feed on his brethren made her insides burn for Azoriat and she quickly fastened herself onto his lap as he stayed positioned beside her domain. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she gave a warm, moist peck on her lips, tasting the sin and a soft purr rolled from her luscious lips. “Oh, baby please, tell me more.” She moaned, pressed her bare body against his chest and her expression was that of desperate pleas.
“I love hearing your stories, they make me happy.” She giggled, flipping her glittering auburn hair over her shoulder before titling her head playfully, burying her face in her beautiful locks. “I’m sure you have many stories dear Azoriat. I wish I could remember mine.” She pouted. “However,” She paused, gazing at her demon hungrily. “I’m sure I’ll have plenty of delicious stories to tell in the future.” She suggested, nuzzling herself closer to this flawless figure, her own buxom shape continued to press against his own.
She could sense the devilish flames through his imprisoning flesh and she adored the long forked tongue that licked against his fine lips, as if luring her closer. “I love when you do that... makes me think of wonderful times.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2013 15:50:55 GMT -5
As she pressed herself against him he ginned evilly. He could sense her desperation. It would not be long until he owned her. Azoriat put his arms around the small of her back.
"I could tell you a story, but it will cost you."
He played with her skin, amusing himself enjoying her pleas. His tongue flicked out again as if to tease her. This game was amusing him and he could keep it up for quite some time. He wanted to take this seductress and make her his pet, an ornament, a trophy.
"I was surprised you survived our last encounter. You seem to have healed quite nicely. Maybe next time I will have to be rougher."
He lifted his hand bringing it down upon her ass with a loud crack. He winked at her and had a throaty laugh.
"Did you think you would be here Lyric? In the arms of evil? Or was this your plan, and I am merely it's fulfillment."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2013 0:44:06 GMT -5
“Aw, playing hard to get baby?” Feeling his hot body against hers, she enjoyed the proximity between them, two devilish creatures centered in this portrait of evil with bloodshed and destruction abound as they seemed to celebrate each other’s sinful company. Perhaps, she could find qualities in this demon that would persuade her to settle permanently, for he was exceptionally powerful and even through the scars he was handsome. The Kelpie however, even if he was perfection, seemed almost unconvinced that she would ever settle for a single individual for she enjoyed the spirited existence too much. Although...
“I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself love!” She placed a hand onto her hip, as if unamused by his comment.
Lyric gasped from the fast strike on her rump and responded with a satisfied snicker, reveling in Azoriat’s long forked tongue as it taunted her again, causing a low groan of pleasure. “Well aren’t you a tease. Much more playful then when we first began...” She paused, stroking a delicate finger against his chest. “You didn’t even want me, you fought me... all you want was a nice, simple sit down.” She teased, fluttering her extravagant emerald eyes. “We didn’t even have those drinks.” A playful grin spread across her beautifully rounded face.
Tickled by his next comment, she swayed her body gracefully on top of him, settling herself on his lap. “Maybe? Maybe this is all just my elaborate plan Azoriat.” She whispered, eye growing wide with wonder, teasing scenarios buzzing through her head. She was indeed, using him for her selfish pleasures, but unlike others, she generally enjoyed his company outside her self-absorbed thoughts.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2013 10:30:47 GMT -5
"perhaps you have taken care of yourself up until this point but you cannot protect yourself from me. I am lust, I am wrath, I am wanton destruction, I am gluttony, I am Demon."
Azoriat's buried his face in her hair breathing in her watery scent. He thought about her victims being drowned and fed upon, cast to the bottom of her cove as macabre treasures. The thought of this evil excited him, He liked that about Lyric, she could truly understand his darkness, He could confide in her.
"I have a little arrangement with a local Necromancer. He needs bodies for his work. When you feed do you consume everything?I think I would like to watch you feed... It would be exhilarating."
Azoriat was weaving his plans together, everything had a place every pawn a duty to fulfill and he was the master player. Soon this state would be his territory, he would consecrate the ground in angel's blood and reign over the worms of humanity. This was his era he would wear the crown above which he could not wear below, for Lucifer was a jealous and vengeful deity.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2013 23:17:25 GMT -5
The Kelpie moaned as Azoriat boasted his wonderful attributes and she nestled her body underneath his strong chin, nibbling on the nape of his neck. A powerful chill engrossed her buxom figure as Azoriat inhaled her watery perfume. Lyric took great pleasure in listening to the handsome demon’s cockiness for many of her victims did not present themselves with such self-admiration; it reminded the Kelpie of herself she found great joy in regaling their similarities. They both feasted on the blood of the weak and took pride in their gorgeous art. Just as Azoriat, Lyric saw an attractive reflection in the demon, for the water horse knew she could expose herself to him.
“Survivors?” She was rather puzzled at such an odd request and only laughed the thought away. “Never but if it will help you dearest...” She traced her long eloquent finger teasingly against his cheek, feeling the crevasses that each scar had left. “I’m sure I could snatch a few.” She drew close to his face and allowed her cool breath tempt his senses, hovering her luscious lips over his own as she moaned over and over, beckoning him to take the bait. She began to weave her hands beneath the cloth and felt his familiar shape under her nails, which excited her more.
“It’ll cost you...” She whispered erotically into his ear, nibbling on the lobe before crunching harder with her fangs, giggling as she continued to taunt dear Azoriat. “Convince me...” She breathed.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2013 13:26:26 GMT -5
Azoriat smirked to himself as she moaned. She was insatiable, and he could relate. The Demon knew he needed her for his plans but he would have to make sure he came out ontop of the arrangement. Azoriat ran his fingers up her spine.
"And what exactly will it cost me? I could just shackle you in my home by a fire, letting you dry as you screamed and begged for mercy. What a wonderful ornament you could make, nude chained to my bed on a short leash. This would please me."
Azoriat's eyes glinted with evil as he recounted the fantasy. She was begining to see his darkness, something few truely got to witness. His hand grew hot on her back steaming the water pooled there. His tongue flicked out again slithering across her face.
"Perhaps I could brand you with my mark so all who see you know whom your master is. Where would i place this mark hmm? Here? He dragged his finger along her ass cheek teasingly.
Azoriat sat up a bit with her on his chest. His arm held her in place with a firm grip. He stared into her eyes as if he were peering deep into her. His eyes swirled like a dark storm as he stared at her.
"Soon this place will be my domain, I shall be master of all you see little Lyric."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2013 19:22:03 GMT -5
“Aw, your gonna play that game huh?” She pouted. Lyric needed to take heed to Azoriat’s boiling wickedness and the Kelpie was positive that she needed to watch what she said to him. He could destroy or enslave her whenever he wanted to. He was obviously a creature of habitual sin and was not afraid of anything; Lyric found it fascinating but frightening. Lyric now was only a trophy in his game however it was definitely safer than being on the opposing side for she did not doubt his powerful abilities. Also, Lyric strangely found erotic enjoyment in the fantasy as well...
As she pondered quietly, a powerful sting erupted along her back and she released a muffled moan of torturous delight, giggling as his tongue cascaded across her cheek. Perhaps, it was safer to play the slave than the slaver, especially in this situation. However, even for a seemingly selfish beauty like Lyric, this thought did not disturb her. She adored Azoriat, for he was the first that had made her feel vulnerable, made her work for what she wanted. It was a peculiar relationship, but Lyric allowed the images of a definite future flood her mind. Her, by his side... She stared right back at him. “Am I just to be your slave in your kingdom, Lord Azoriat?” She fed his vanity, and she knew she would take great joy in his boastings.
“Speaking of your domain...” She paused, placing her hand on top of his own as it stroked her fine cheek. “Will I ever see your home... I would love to.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2013 22:03:29 GMT -5
Azoriat smirked, he played this game because it was his to win. He was the master here and the pouting look on her face only went to prove this. His finger traced his mark lightly over and over on her ass though not hot enough to leave a burn, she would feel it. He pondered this Kelpie's place in his kingdom after she asked him. She was a powerful seductress and this was a tool he could use. The Demon lurking beneath his fascade lusted after her, it wanted to own her.
"You will be my slave Lyric, all who live here shall be. You could however be much more than that, those who bear my mark would rule beneath me. I am a vengeful terrible ruler but I can be kind to those who swear their bodies, their minds, their very souls to me. You are an object of my lust, a vessel for my seed and if marked you could be in my embrace."
Azoriat would burn this place to ashes and build anew upon the salted earth. He would be the god made flesh to these mortals harvesting their souls for his own purpose. Lyric could help him greatly but he could not let her know how much lest he lose the upper hand. Azoriat tried not to get ahead of himself, there were so many variables here that he could not account for.
"My home on this plane of existance? Of course I shall take you there soon, I Live in the Estates. My true home is a place of darkness, an obsidian spire hanging over a lake of fire, suspended by gargantuan chains. I decorate these chains with the bodies of the souls I have aquired over the Milenia. I wish you could see it... It is... Beautiful."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2013 22:38:24 GMT -5
Lyric never fathomed such interesting turn of events would begin meeting Azoriat that night, however she did not regret it. She wanted to see his world grow into fruition and the Kelpie definitely could consider herself along the sidelines, with this demon. She smiled erotically as his hot touch seared at her flesh and she glanced downward to observe the damage. Even through the agony, the water horse could tell he was being gentle and it pleased her that he would grace her with such mercy. Although this was only the second time, she felt like this was enough for her... she loved Azoriat. She wished to belong to him.
The Kelpie never imagined that she would stoop herself to such a level but she knew this monster was powerful and that was something she wanted. They were sinister kindred spirits, lost in a world of innocence and peace which needed to be destroyed. It was decided; she would bow to this lord of shadow. “Yes my dearest. I am yours. You do as you please I shall follow my lord.” The world purred of her tongue and she smirked mischievously as she gripped onto his lower lips and nibble, kissing his fiercely.
“It sounds beautiful... I do wish I could see it...” She paused, “My king.” She allowed the title to hover between them and the image of Azoriat on top of his throne of brimstone and death aroused her. In the portrait of destruction, the seductress lay beneath him, poised at his side, enjoying the spoils as his slave.
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