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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2013 0:41:14 GMT -5
Azoriat watched as she wiggled her ass and stiffled a laugh. She was exhuding happiness and he was quite glad she was having a good time. Once inside he gave her a momment to look around before leading her to the dining room. As she sat in the chair he ran his fingers along her neck before scooting her into place, the Demon then sat on his chair, the shadows pooling around him like a cloak.
"I suppose you have been very patient... I wish to rule this New Orlands, but a crown can weigh heavy and I grow lonely. There are many mortals and monsters whom have already sworn fealty to me. I did not ask you here to kneel my sweet, instead I wish you to be mine, not a puppet, not a tool but mine..."
The Demon's hand caressed hers as he spoke almost as if he needed her to anchor him in this world. The shadows made him appear like a predator lurking in the bush. Suddenly the door to the kitchen opened and the old man from the door entered with a tray of food. In front of Catherine he placed a salad of letuce and passion fruit. There was no plate for Azoriat, the man instead poured him a tall glass of a thick red syrup, it reeked of blood, old and powerful blood. Not to forget the lady he uncorked a bottle of wine and poured her a glass before leaving quickly.
"I wish for a queen not a concubine... While you are mortal and therefor cannot truly be my equal I will not force you to submit to me unless that is what you desire. I know this must be alot to take in my dear... I feel something for you, that is why I have been acting strangely... It is not usual for demons to have feelings other than sinful ones but I genuinly believe I may have fallen for you."
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Post by Vitaly on Jun 12, 2013 12:45:59 GMT -5
Catherine had a hunch this man liked her, but she wasn’t expecting anything like this. Azoriat gave her subtle hints of his growing affection. However the young wolf didn’t take any of it seriously. Here she was expecting him to ask her out, not rule by his side. It was just crazy! Azoriat appeared to be looking for a mate to rule alongside him. When he placed his warm hand onto Catherine’s the woman looked him in the eye. Her own hazel orbs were riddled with confusion. He was serious. They had just meet only days ago, and already he was certain he wanted her to be his mate? The young wolf’s heart nearly skipped a beat. This couldn’t be real. Azoriat was asking her to live in his home with him, and stand by his side as his alphaness. A light blush appeared onto Cat’s cheeks. This was too good to be true. This had to be a dream!
When the door suddenly opened Catherine jumped a little. The sudden light in the dark room nearly startled the poor girl. She watched as a man came in and sat a plate of fruit and salad in front of her. Unfortunately, she wasn’t too hungry. Especially after hearing the news Azoriat told her. The wolf was a bit too excited to eat. Catherine looked over and watched as the servant moved to Azoriat. Suppose she would get to see what Azoriat ate? The man didn’t set a plate down for the demon. Instead he filled up a glass full off strange smelling blood. Catherine could smell it from where she was sitting. It had a very unearthly aroma to it. The scent alone caused her nose to crinkle. Catherine's curiosity soon got the better of her. She couldn't help but to ask. "Eww, what is that?" Could this be the blood of an angel? Azoriat did mention how he feasted on them.
Catherine’s inner wolf snorted at the salad and fruit. The beast looked on with disgust. Did this man know what wolves eat? Meat, she needed meat! Unlike her wolf, Catherine wasn’t too concerned about what food was placed in front of her. Azoriat just asked her to be his mate. Eating was the last thing on her mind. This demon couldn’t have been joking. Why on earth would he job about something like this? Catherine swallowed hard. This couldn’t be real. She was destined to be alone forever, but yet Azoriat wished to be her mate? The woman looked away for a moment. This was a lot to take in at once. Would she accept him? “ You are right, this is a lot to take in.”Did she really want to be this demon’s queen? Sure she yearned for company but that of a demon? Of course the alpha wolf within her yearned to be the queen of something. Perhaps she could give it a shot? After all Azoriat was asking her to become his queen, it wasn’t like he was forcing her. By the looks of it, he truly liked her. Just this thought along brought a smile to Catherine’s lovely face. Someone actually liked her, wolf and all? And what about her job? Surly if the PIDA found out about this her job would be terminated and she would be locked away in a cage. Suppose she would just cross that bridge when she came to it?
Catherine smiled. With a light chuckle she turned to Azoriat and placed a gently hand on his cheek. He began to get a dangerous look about him as the shadows danced around him. Catherine didn’t seem to care. He was demon, suppose it was just the way they were? Her wolf on the other hand didn’t like this. Not one bit. The woman was shocked, though she wouldn’t show it. Cat couldn’t quite believe he wanted her to be his mate. For once in her life, she would truly become the alpha she was born to be. “I would be honored to rule at your side, Lord Azoriat.” Catherine replied her hazel eyes gave the wine glass a quite look over before she looked at the bottle. With a smile she leaned over, grabbed the bottle of wine and started chugging it. She didn’t get very far when she put it back down. With a devilish smirk she turned back to him and said. “I don’t want my wolf interfering with what might come next.” With a playful wink she took another long swing of the beverage. If she was at least buzzed her wolf would be too. She was about to do something her wolf wouldn’t agree on. Cat could recall Azoriat saying something about her being irresistible. Suppose she could let him have his way, just this once. There where mate’s now right? Soon she sat the bottle down and wiped her lips. She wasn’t quite buzzed; in fact she didn’t feel anything at all. Perhaps she did feel a little warm, but she figured the warm atmosphere did that. “M-Maybe that wasn’t such a good Idea.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2013 14:10:37 GMT -5
Azoriat took a sip of the blood savoring the taste. He swirled the glass enjoying the aroma of it. He chuckled at her reaction, he had forgotten for a moment she had not seen him drink.
"This is the blood of a fellow Demon, we had a territorial dispute a few thousand years ago, suffice to say this is all that remains of him now... I appologize if the smell is upsetting you, our blood can become quite pungent when fermented."
He watched as his words weighed upon her, she was reacting well so far, he had almost expected her to run. He ran his hand up her arm to her golden hair which shown in the darkness, he lusted after her flesh but he was having mortal feelings for Catherine something which unsettled him greatly. He sighed as confusion wracked his mind, she had still not answered him, perhaps she would not want to be his. Finally she spoke and the weight was lifted from his shoulders, she wished to be his this pleased him greatly. He pulled her close to him and kissed her passionatly barely able to control his lust.
"What a lovely queen you will make... You will be mine and I shall be yours."
The demon smirked as he watched her chug the wine, apparently to dull the wolf's senses. Azoriat could barely contain his excitement for his new queen,he had never raised a woman to such a position beside him and he was curiously excited to see it's outcome.
"Drink to your heart's content my sweet, tonight is for you..."
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Post by Vitaly on Jun 13, 2013 18:44:57 GMT -5
“I didn’t know demons were cannibals.” The wolf then chuckled breathlessly. It was strange to see Azoriat drink another demon’s blood. Here, she thought the blood belonged to an angel. That would have made sense. Maybe Demon’s enjoyed both? Catherine smiled and looked to Azoriat. Whatever Azoriat liked was fine with her. Cat would have to keep this in mind the next time she went hunting. Oh, how happy he would be if she brought him home a demon, or an angel. “I’ve had plenty of territorial disputes, but I’ve never eaten another wolf…or at least I don’t think I have.” Catherine though about what she said for a moment. Could she be wrong? What had she been doing to the wolves she did kill? Usually, she would awake bloodied and bruised but there wouldn’t be another soul around. Rarely would she find a corpse lying next to her. The last hound she killed, its body was nowhere to be found. Did she eat it or did they manage to escape her grasp? A sickening feeling began to fall onto Catherine. The young blond cringed at the thought of consuming another one of her own race. Catherine quickly shook the thought from her head, now wasn’t the time to be thinking of such things.
The smell of the fermented demon blood seeped into her sensitive nose once again. Demon’s blood did have a very strange smell to it. It wasn’t necessarily good, just interesting. Catherine watched as Azoriat continued to drink the foul smelling liquid. The rich demon seemed to savor it’s taste, almost as if it where some sort of rare commodity. Well, he did say that it had been sitting for a few thousand years . Catherine cocked her head to the side and smiled. “You must really like that stuff. I’ll keep that in mind the next time I come across a demon.” She took a long swing of the wine. After a couple of minutes, she was starting to feel it. A low dark chuckle crept from her lips. This seemed a bit out of character, suppose this was a sign the alcohol was taking effect? “I should leave an angel on your door one day, wouldn’t that be funny?”
Catherine froze for a moment as Azoriat pulled her in for a passionate kiss. A warming sensation crept across her small frame almost instantly. At first, she was a bit taken back, but after the initial shock of it all Cat began to relax. It would take the lone wolf some time to get used to this. When he pulled away, Catherine began to feel his warmth retreating. She frowned. Did she really want more? Why was she yearning for another kiss? In an attempt for forget about it Catherine returned to her drink. The sooner she caught a heavy buzz the sooner they could consummate their relationship. Cat feared what she would do to this man if she wasn’t at least a little buzzed. The friskiness that came with her drunken persona would help, but would she be a bit too much? Catherine finally sat the wine bottle onto the table and looked down at the place in front of her. Her cheeks began to turn a light shade of pink. She then giggled. “I’m not going to lie. I’m not hungry or anything, but I was expecting a steak.”
((meh, blah post...))
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2013 21:01:37 GMT -5
Azoriat smirked as she watched him, it shocked her that he would eat another of his kind. He put his hand on her cheek stroking it gently.
"I can feast on a great many things, Demon's blood, Angel's blood, and souls are my favorites, though I must admit I am very curious what you taste like. Perhaps you will learn some new tastes you never knew you had."
He smiled as the Butler entered with a sizzling plate of bloody steak surrounded by beef ribs. The butler set the plate down before her, taking away the untouched salad. The butler rushed out as quickly as he had entered. Azoriat finished his glass thinkingt to himself how nice it would be to strap a virginal girl down to the table and share the feast with Catherine. She could smell his excitement wafting off of him as he watched her eat.
"as funny as that may be, I do not want to think of you anywhere near an angel. They are dangerous and would hurt you to get close to me. I could not bear it if you were harmed because of me."
Azoriat took her hand looking very scared.
"Promise me Catherine"
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Post by Vitaly on Jun 14, 2013 18:27:20 GMT -5
Catherine smirked as Azoriat place his warm hand onto her cheek. Azoriat did have a very kind touch, for a demon. The young wolf looked into his eyes as he spoke; telling the woman that he had a palette for many things. One part of his explanation did cause her to blush. He wanted to know what she tasted like. Cat couldn’t help but to hear the slight innuendo in his tone. Though, the thought of him devouring her arm came to mind. The wolf’s blush darkened as he told Cat that she would learn tastes that she thought she never had. Cocking an eye brow the wolf spoke. “Is that so?” A devilish grin then took over her love face. Cat placed her delicate hand onto Azoriat’s lap. “Perhaps, I can find out what you taste like Asoriat. I’m sure demons are delicious.”
Suddenly, the door to the dining room opened. Catherine perked her head up as the same butler from before strolled inside. As soon as he entered the room Cat could pick up on the smell of steak, and ribs. Her inner wolf sprang to life. Once the plat hit the table the woman began to dig in. Before, she wasn’t too hungry but for some strange reason the smell of meat began to drive her senses insane. Catherine tried her best to keep her composure while eating, though her wolf didn’t care for such mundane actions such as table manners. As she ate Azoriat spoke again. This time the topic leaned towards angels.
Catherine cocked an eye brow. She stopped eating for a moment, with her mouth still full she turned to the demon. A puzzled look had taken over her face. Why was Azoriat so worried about angels? A few of them worked at the PIDA and they weren’t so bad. Most were kind to her. She wasn’t about to tell this to Azoriat though. The last thing she wanted for him to do was go snooping around the PIDA. To protect him, she lied about her experiences with Angels. Still, she couldn’t help but to feel a bad for not telling Azoriat the whole truth. Well, it was for his own good. Perhaps he would find out sooner or later, but right now Catherine wasn’t going to tell him a damn thing. The werewolf scoffed; did Azoriat really think she was weak? If an angel picked a fight she wouldn’t back down. “I can take care of mysel-“Catherine stopped as her hazel eyes looked at Azoriat. The poor demon looked scared. Feeling a pang of guilt the woman gave in to his demands. “Fine, I’ll be sure to steer clear of angels.” She said before she resumed her feast. “..But if one of them comes into my territory then I won’t back down from a challenge.”Soon enough curiosity got the better of her. Catherine wiped her mouth with a napkin and turned back to Azoriat. "Ever get into a fight with one, an angel I mean?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2013 19:50:23 GMT -5
Azoriat smiled at her, she wanted to know of his battles. He had quite a few good war stories he could tell. He remembered back into his past digging for forgotten details and the glory of victory. The shadows enveloped him, almost caressing him as he pondered his past.
"I have killed many Angels, When Lucifer battled Michael I was on the battlefield. I fought a young Angel named Ashtari, she could barely lift her sword to bring it against me... I split her in two with my sword and bathed in her blood. Lucifer lost that battle and we were cast out of Heaven and made into Demons. She was my first taste of Angelic blood."
Azoriat stroked her hair as she ate, seemingly enjoying the food. He was glad she felt at home here.
(blah)
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Post by Vitaly on Jun 17, 2013 11:39:00 GMT -5
A free meal and a story, could this date get any better? Catherine took a swig of her drink before she continued munching on the steak. The young wolf could really get used to this. No longer would she have to hunt, or even go out to buy food when the servants here will get her whatever she wanted. Before, she asked for a steak, and now she had one. Being mates with Azoriat obviously had it perks. However, Catherine couldn’t help but to think there was a catch to all of this. Azoriat was kind, but he was a demon after all. Did he truly love her, or perhaps there was something else there? Should she really be picking this situation apart? Catherine shook the thought from her head as she continued to eat. Perhaps she was just over analyzing things.
After a few bites Catherine pushed her plate away. She didn’t finish all her food, but at the time she didn’t care. After wiping her mouth she turned to Azoriat and listened as he spoke. His story was very fascinating. However, it did leave her a bit confused. Azoriat mentioned he and others where turned into demons when they fell. What was he before that? This question buzzed around in her head for a moment. The female didn’t grow up in a religious household; her werewolf family didn’t quite have a use for such a thing. So, all of this talk of Lucifer was rather new to her. “Interesting. You were made into a demon? What were you before that…an angel?” He asked with a tilt of her head. Catherine then reached for her drink and gulped down quite a bit. With a pleased grin the woman leaned over and rested the side of her head on Azoriat’s shoulder. The wolf nuzzled him a bit. Catherine really enjoyed his warmth. She smiled and waited for him to answer her question.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2013 12:07:40 GMT -5
"I suppose we were angels, though before the war there was no need for distinction as we were all the same. I can barely remember the time before the fall, only that I was unhappy... Your company is much better."
Azoriat pulled her onto his lap with ease holding her in his arms. He leaned into her neck and breathed in her scent, the Demon was hooked on her scent. It perplexed Azoriat that he would want to preserve a life rather than destroy it. Something about Catherine made her different, something had broken through the Demon's hide and sparked a light in the blackened hole in his chest.
"Did you enjoy the meal? If you are still hungry you need only ask, these are now your servants. If you need anything it is yours..."
The demon's eyes began to glow a hellish yellow as he stroked her hair. His kingdom was forming as planned, and now he had his golden queen to further cement his position. His breathing slowed as he pet the wolf in his lap, she was his now and though it scared him he supposed he was her, she carried a power over him. A shudder came over him, was he truly helpless against her? Time would tell.
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Post by Vitaly on Jun 18, 2013 9:56:02 GMT -5
Perhaps it was the alcohol that caused Catherine to laugh? The fact that Azoriat was once an angel did humor the girl. It was a twist that she didn’t see coming. For whatever reason, the woman began to giggle. “That’s crazy.” The alcohol was slowly taking effect. Catherine could feel it. The girl continued to nuzzle Azoriat’s shoulder lovingly. The drink was truly bringing the wolf out of her shell. Catherine hadn’t been this affectionate to anyone. She then smirked and said in a teasing tone. “You are still an angel in my eyes.” Catherine grinned as she was pulled into the demon’s lap. The wolf didn’t fight him, she enjoyed sitting upon the demon’s warm lap. If the male had anything going for him at all, it would be his warmth, and his looks. Both seemed to pull Catherine in like a magnet. His warmth was taking president over anything else. the werewolf leaned her head against Azoriat and took in his scent. Her butt began to wag in Azoriat’s lap when he petted her. It seemed to grind onto the demon’s crotch, though the tipsy wolf was oblivious to it at the time. The blond was just happy to be getting petted. Maybe the alcohol didn’t numb her wolf after all? Catherine seemed more canine like than before. It appeared that the drink numbed her human side more than her wolf. If this was the case, then this date could possibly end on a bad note. Catherine’s actions seemed innocent enough right now, but soon things could take a turn for the worst. It was a gamble that she would be losing. The wolf leaned her head against Azoriat’s chest as he began to sniff her neck. Last time Catherine tensed up when he did this, now she didn’t seem to mind. When Azoriat asked about her meal the woman smiled. Her conduction was growing worse now that the liquid courage had time to work. She nuzzled into his chest as she spoke. “I-I loved the food.” When the male mentioned his servants a devilish grin appeared onto Catherine’s face. Dark thoughts were swarming around within that head of hers. Who’s to say Azoriat wasn’t a servant as well? Perhaps it was time for her to put him in her place. Suddenly, Catherine sat up. The woman turned herself around so that she was facing Azoriat. Her small frame was now straddling his lap. With a toothy smile her hazel eyes looked into his. “It’s g-good to know I have servants.” The woman cooed as she ran her soft hands up Azoriat’s chest before grabbing the collar of his shirt. She sat up so that they were now face to face. The wine didn’t seem to numb her wolf’s senses, rather it heightened them. With a dark chuckle Catherine spoke. “I will make you my servant too, Azoriat.” Leaning forward the young wolf opened her mouth and dug her teeth into the side of Azoriat’s neck. It was merely a love bite, though her inner wolf decided to take it up a notch and draw blood. The woman closed her eyes as of Azoriat’s addicting blood streamed into her mouth. The taste of his blood was unbelievable.A pleased growl rummbled her chest. The effects of the blood mixing with the alcohol could only cause disastrous results. It seemed that the alcohol allowed her wolfish persona to come forward, the blood only heightened its powers. This night of romance had suddenly turned into a dominance game.
(mehhhh)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2013 10:50:08 GMT -5
Azoriat groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure as she bit into his flesh. She would be able to taste his arousal as his thick black blood flowed across her tongue. Azoriat's hand twisted and grew ripping the mortal skin he hid beneath. His onyx claws wrapped in her golden hair pulling on it sharply as he spoke, his voice thick with power and lust.
"I am no servant... I am the darkness which surrounds you and you will be my bitch."
Azoriat stood holding her against him, his claws nicking the back of her head. The Demon threw her down upon the table, pinning her in place with his body. His blood was strong like a drug cocktail which only made you desire more.He growled low feeling her teeth inside him, she would fight him for dominance but he was not some dog to be tamed, he was Demon. Azoriat grew hard against her as he pressed her into the table, thankfully this form was anatomically correct.
"You are mine Catherine... body, mind and soul."
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Post by Vitaly on Jun 20, 2013 18:39:21 GMT -5
Catherine’s sharp teeth slid through Azoriat’s flesh like a hot knife through butter. She seemed intent of causing the man some kind of pain. It was just in her wolf’s nature to be a bit of a brute. As of now, the personality that had been locked away was coming forward. That alcohol didn’t do its job. If anything it did the complete opposite of what Cat wanted. Instead of muting her wolf’s instincts, it enhanced them. Her inner instinct surged forward like a powerful tidal wave. It couldn’t be helped. This situation was only going to get worse. Azoriat’s blood, as well as the alcohol fueled this feral mindset. It was only a matter of time until someone got hurt.
A pang of anger streamed through Catherine’s head as Azoriat rebelled against her. The spoiled Alpha was used to getting her way. This change of pace annoyed her. The demon didn’t seem to like the idea of being her servant. Confidence flowed from the demon’s hide. He was serious. His attempt at being dominant didn’t hinder Catherine in the least. When his hand transformed and tugged onto her hair. A low growl bubbled up from her chest. The only thing she could think of doing was growling and biting. That plan of attack would fail. Azoriat’s blood was addicting. There was no way the wolf could fight against its taste. Catherine was reluctant to release him, even when he called her ‘his bitch’. Miraculously, Cat managed pulled her teeth from his neck. Oh, how she wished to bite him again, but he would pay for calling her that. Catherine’s eyes narrowed. How dare he talk to her like this? Leaning up, Catherine began to whisper in Azoriat’s ear. Her tone was deathly calm. “I am nobody’s bitch.”
Even as Azoriat rose, Catherine kept a firm grip on the side of his neck. Pheromones lay thick in the warm humid air. It was hard for Catherine to ignore. She knew what was to come, and her wolf didn’t like it. Not one bit. When the woman was pushed against the table she released Azoriat. A loud whimper crept from her throat. Tiny streams of black blood dripped from her lips. Catherine didn’t quite understand why, but all she could think about was biting him again. His blood was additive. Catherine’s decision to drink was working against her. The woman’s eyes narrowed and her nose crinkled as Azoriat pushed himself against her. Catherine growled, torn between dominating this man and getting more of his blood. The woman tried to push herself up, but failed to do so. Azoriat was heavy; perhaps too heavy to move? She squirmed, wishing to pull herself out of his grasp, but alas, he was too strong. Her growled ceased as she felt him against her. Catherine cocked an eye brow. Was he really getting off on this? “Getting excited already?” If this man wanted to play rough then so be it. Catherine would let him have his way, but there would be pain involved. Her teeth returned to his neck. Cat’s tongue lapped up whatever blood streamed from his wound. His intoxicating black blood seemed to even make Catherine’s wolf a bit ‘drunk’. The wolf had already ingested enough. So, when Azoriat spoke, she seemed a lot calmer than before. If anything she seemed a bit pushy. A dark chuckle crept from her as she spoke. “Is that so? Well, if I am yours dear Azoriat then why don’t you take me already?”
((bluhh... this post. Sorry for the wait!))
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2013 20:29:48 GMT -5
Azoriat moaned as her teath sunk back into his neck, he enjoyed the pain, and he could tell she was enjoying his blood. He took his clawed hand and ran the claws teasingly long her neck. His forked tongue ran along his lips as he slashed her dress open with his impossibly sharp claws. Azoriat wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything and he would not be denied.
"I had wished our first time to be more... romantic. This however is much more enjoyable don't you think?"
Azoriat's clothes erupted into flames quickly leaving them in ashes which rubbed off on her body. The Demon was still in his human form except for his hand which was busy teasing her chest with his sharp claws. Suddenly the Demon vanished leaving no trace execept his lingering scent and the weight of his power.
The shadows in the room wrapped around Catherine almost having a weight to them, she would be able to feel them as they caressed her, a hundred dark hands probing her flesh. Azoriat's command over the dark was such that he was not truly flesh but fire and shadow mimicing human form. the tendrils of shadow snaked along her body pulling the shredded dress from her shoulders.
"This is what I truly am my love... I am darkness, I could take your body in this manor if you wish, but you would not be able to touch me. I prefer my human or Demonic "body"
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Post by Vitaly on Jun 22, 2013 19:23:25 GMT -5
Romance!? Catherine couldn’t quite believe it. A demon wished to be romantic? Unfortunately, romance was the last thing on Catherine’s mind. Her tipsy persona wasn’t the best company to be around. It craved lust. The young woman pulled away from Azoriat’s mouth. With a smirk she licked his clack blood from her lips. “R-Romance is a bit dull.” A low cackle erupted from her small frame. “Ah yes, I'd rather dig my teeth into your skin. Unless, demons are suppose to enjoy cuddling, or something.” Catherine would tease Azoriat about this. He was a demon after all.
Perhaps Azoriat was different from the other beasts. He had been the first demon she’d ever met, but she did know quite a bit about his heritage already. Demons were foul blood thirsty creatures hell bent of causing destruction and pain. Azoriat was a dangerous being. This was certain. However, he did seem to have a softer side. Maybe that was why the wolf liked him so much? Before Catherine could tease the demon again he began to run his claw along her neck. Grinning, the woman watched as Azoriat began to slice through her dress. It didn’t take much. The demon’s claws were razor sharp; perfectly designed to tear through flesh, though it made quick work of her dress. After ripping through Catherine’s dress, the demon decided to lose his own cloths. It only took seconds for him to do so. They seemed to burn off his frame, leaving behind an irresistible body. The wolf didn’t seem to mind the ashes. She was too busy gawking at Azoriat’s tall frame. A devilish grin appeared onto her face. Dark thoughts warmed within her skill. Oh, what she wanted to do to this man. Unfortunately, Azoriat still had a few tricks up his sleeve. Catherine wouldn’t get to look at his lovely body for much longer. He suddenly vanished.
Even after Azoriat disappeared Catherine could tell he was still around. His scent and intimidating aura hung in the air around her. If he did leave he couldn’t have gone far. Sitting up Catherine looked around. Her dress clung to her weakly. There were only a few strands keeping it together. The rest seemed to hang over her hour glass frame. Soon a dark murky shadow surrounded her. So this was Azoriat? The demon seemed to be full of surprises.
“Interesting, I didn’t know you could turn into a cloud.” Catherine teased with a low chuckle. She shuddered as she felt the shadows swarm around her; touching her exposed flesh. Cat didn’t seem frightened by Azoriat’s new form. This wasn’t what she was expecting though. “I prefer your human form.” With alcohol lingering within her system Catherine wouldn’t hold back from being brutally honest. “The others are a bit too, strange for my taste.” The woman then chuckled as she felt the shadows pull her dress from her shoulders. Azorait did mention that they could do it while he was in this form. “I’d rather not.” Catherine replied hastily. She lifted her hand and watched as the shadows drifted over her palm. The dark mass twisted between her fingers. It was strange but she thought she could feel the dark mass touching her.
(( meh... ))
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2013 20:18:10 GMT -5
Azoriat's body reformed ontop of hers, his demonic tongue whipping out across her lips. The demon pinned her arms down smiling with pointed fangs. Azoriat was playing with his queen, toying with his food. His claws dug into her wrist as he brought his fangs down on her busom drawing blood.
"you taste lovely... very much worth the wait."
His tongue licked the blood from his lips as he preseed against her body. The demon climbed onto the table kneeling between her thighs, looking down upon her body. The Demon could not think of a more perfect woman, Azoriat released his grip on her arms and grinned at her. He wanted to know what she was thinking, if she felt the lust, the heat, the love that he felt.
"Any last words my dear before I take you? Some say giving yourself freely to a Demon is the worst sin of all. Are you prepared to give yourself to me?"
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