Her Highness Awaits Her Devil King [Azoriat]

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A swift shimmering outline beneath Lake Pontrain darted impatiently beneath the abyss, its long form slithering in every direction. Lyric was restless, for it was the second moon meaning her binding with Azoriat would begin tonight. In her flustered action, she had gather a abnormal plethora of offerings for her dearest, hoping he would be pleased with some early progress in his plan to overthrow this pitiful world. She hoped it would show that this Kelpie was serious about the commitment; if this was her way of getting Azoriat all to herself, then so be it. It was what she desperately begged for, he amazing demon of destruction. Whatever he asked of her, he would receive with overwhelming honors. Lyric, swimming in her water horse form, snatched a corpses’ limb and began to tear violently at the pathetic flesh for she was trying to occupy herself before Azoriat’s return.

She recalled that he had mentioned a cleansing process before he would mark her as his. The thought of his presence caused a erotic moan to escape, her equine form molding into her human form. She stroked her luscious delicately, recalling his beastly touch searing her skin. Swimming towards the surface, Lyric rose from her element and crawled her upper half from the water, displaying her beautiful naked body along the each. Thankfully for innocents, the Park was closed for inspection after the old man’s disappearance as well as discovery of his fishing gear deserted at the edge of her domain. The police had given up the search for the night so Lyric was free of any disturbances.

“Oh, Azo...” She moaning, touching her bare chest as sexual thoughts flooded her head. “Mmhm.” She released a giddy giggle, excited for tonight’s event. “Oh, I wish to look upon you my love.” She whispered, her flawless physique dancing along the shoreline. She gazed to the moon nestled high above her head, smirking mischievously. “I wonder what he’ll think up tonight.” She recalled the exhausting state he had left her not too long ago. “I cannot wait.” She licked her lips sexually, resting her head on her hand as she continued to bask in the moon’s glow, awaiting her Devil King to call upon her.

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A black shadow fell over the lake blotting out the light of the moon as Azoriat's limosine pulled up to the beach. The shadows seemed to caress Lyric's wet skin as the driver stepped out. Instead of his usual uniform he was dressed in a long black hooded robe which bathed his face in shadow, he carried with him a bundle of white lace linen. As he made his way down to the shore he spoke, his voice changed by old age to a pathetic tone.

"the master has requested that you wear only this miss..."

The man unfolded the white lace robe which floated about on the night breeze. Holding the sheer see through rope out to Lyric as if to help her dress the man verted his eyes from her body, not wanting to upset his master. The shadows ran beneath the waters allowing the moonlight through as they teased her thighs. The Demon's presence could be felt in these strange shadows almost as if they were Azoriat.

"The master also requests that I ask you now before we leave if you are truly willing to submit yourself to this ritual of binding"

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The gorgeous Kelpie rose gracefully from the watery cocoon, slipping her arms into each sleeve delicately. Lyric could sense a haunting presence hover over her extravagant body, acting like a second blanket however it felt dangerously hot, almost searing through her pours. The satin robe did little to protect her ravishing form from the overbearing company. Many would fear it, Lyric thrived in it. The water horse observed herself in the exposing robes, giggling. “Silly Azo.” She adored his interesting methods. “If he so wishes.” The lace dress tickled her skin with every movement, causing ripples of goosebumps to rise all over her china white skin.

“Of course I submit to me King. Her lordship awaiting his mark.” Lyric smiled at the older gentlemen, swaying her hips promiscuously as she ascended to the limo, stroking her body playfully again. The images of their fantastic night returned, causing her body to sizzle from erotic excitement. She glanced at the window, curious if her love was waiting inside. She took hold of the door handle, not waiting any longer to see his face again and opened the passenger door. Lyric peered in, her shimmering auburn locks dangling along her fine skin. “Dearest?”

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The shadows swirled around her and wafted into the limosine, materializing into Azoriat in his demonic form. The Demon's yellow eyes glowed menacingly in the darkened cabin illuminated ony by the red track lighing on the floor. There was a faint scent of another woman in the cabbin though Azoriat's powerful scent was overpowering. The Demon opened the door and smirked a toothy grin with his bright white sharpened teeth.

"You look absolutely sinful my pet. Come we must not tarry the ritual will begin soon."

His Demonic form was exposed just as hers, his flesh glistening with beads of water whick mixed with the sulfer covering him. He was lounging upon the leather seat looking quite pleased with himself as he watched her lace covered body. This was the type of relationship he was used to having with women, his feelings for Catherine were strange almost unnatural.

"after tonight you will belong to me fully, another peice in my kingdom, a very important... piece."

As he said this he ran his claws along the curve of her hips teasingly.

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The Kelpie was pleased by what she saw, the demon’s muscular structure beckoning her gorgeous form, allowed the demon to admire the prize that he had collected. “Thank you.” Lyric returned a teasing smile to his snicker handsome visage and her emerald irises glittered with erotic thrill as she observed Azoriat’s chiseled physique rippled with muscle. She took great pleasure in seeing Azoriat so exposed to her and she purred delicately as she crawled into the vehicle to meet him rubbing her silken form close to him. “Oh, you’re so warm my love.” She nuzzled underneath his strong chin, sniffing his savoring odor as she lay beside him. “I hate to admit it dearest, but I have missed your face.”

She placed a pleasing hand onto his blemished cheek, memorizing the permanent lesions decorating his battle-born face. “Oh, I have prepared some bodies for you love as a token of our beginning.” The Kelpie began to moan and purr in admiration of her triumph. “I hope this pleases you my King.” She continued to spoon feed his vanity, enjoying the boastful comments that followed afterwards as well as future plans for his domination.

Lyric giggled, feeling his talons trace her curvaceous body and she placed an approving hand onto his own, drawing them to the front of her chest, allowing his to feel her perfect-form breasts beneath. “I hope you enjoy what you see love.” Straddling her lord, she peered deep into his eyes, her lashes fluttering, playing innocent.

“I cannot wait to see your home Azoriat. I’m sure it is fantastic. However, I wish I could see your true home, I’m sure its beautiful there. All of those tortured soul, begging for mercy as you enslave them as your own.” An evil smile creased her lips, continuing to beckon Azoriat in touching her luscious form.

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Azoriat smiled and twisted his claws in her hair yanking her head back to expose her neck to him. He ran his other claw down her neck, licking his lips with his forked tongue. He tried to behave himself so as not to ruin the night, there would be plenty time for fun later. He thought to himself what glory it would be to have this woman's soul in his hands to do with as he pleased.

"Do not excite yourself too much little Lyric, there is still much more to come and you will need your strength. Plus if I were to take you now what would be the fun?"

Azoriat pulled her against his hot chest, feeling the lace against his skin as he held her there in his arms. His breathing was a deep rumble almost a growl. They were soon at their destination, pulling into the driveway of the estate. The property had a dark feeling to it though to the eye it looked like any other estate. Soon she would see the true power inside.

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Lyric felt her exposed form tremble from the primal force yanking at her luscious auburn locks, revealing her soft china white throat to this sexual predator. The Kelpie released a long passionate moan, feeling his sizzling hot breath hover over her sensitive skin which produced small goosebumps traveling along her fair flesh. She lifted a desperate hand, clinging to his hot red skin like a hungry wolf, her eyelashes fluttered from the thrill of his dangerous touch.

“Mmm, but you are so good my love.” She purred as the Devil pulled her towards his fine chiseled chest the water horse hearing the low grumbles rising and falling from within. It was like listening to a volcano just before the destruction eruption, the final sound before all life would be destroyed; it was beautiful music to her ears. Her emerald eyes glanced to the Demon King, sniffing him hungrily.

“Shall I dance for you tonight? To commemorate this exciting night my dearest?” She pondered how Azoriat would respond to this request. She never had danced for someone really; the sways of her hips and promiscuous movement at nightclubs were all, deep down, for her pleasure. Now, she would have to put someone ahead herself! “I cannot wait to see what you have in store for me my King.” Lifting herself from his warm flesh, she playfully nibbled his bottom lip, smirking at him erotically. Excitement swelled again as she felt a lingering presence of evil approaching, the scent of Hell's fiery brimstone fluttering faintly nearby; Lyric suspected they were near his lair.

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Azoriat smirked flashing his fanged teeth of all of his toys over the eons Lyric was quickly becoming his favorite. He would soon see if this fervent devotion continued after she was marked as his. He laughed internally to himself, once she was marked her soul would belong to him and it would matter not how she felt. He ran his claws along her perfect white throat with evil delight, watching her skin jump. All of the pieces were moving, Catherine his queen ascending the throne, Allenhart his dutiful yet maniacal doctor, and Lyric his sinful companion with a deadly touch. His driver opened the door for them and Azoriat released Lyric nodding toward her.

“Ladies first my dear.”

Azoriat stepped out of the car, darkness enveloping him, shielding him from prying human eyes. He walked with purpose to the entryway of his estate, giving a slight nod as his butler opened the door for him. The walls of the entryway were now adorned in candles and a dozen priceless paintings from a few renaissance masters. Before them, the red carpeted oak stairs leading to the master suite and guest bedroom, to the left a rough wooden door leading to Azoriat's study bearing an iron insignia of a snake eating it’s own tail surrounding a man with a forked tongue. To their right an open doorway revealing a particularly dark dining room lit only by candles. Azoriat led them down the hallway to a heavy mahogany door which led to the basement. The house smelled of another woman, Catherine to be exact. She had left for work but her scent lingered still along with Azoriat’s own.

Azoriat opened the door and a blast of heat washed over them. He turned with a toothy smirk glancing at Lyric’s body.

“Are you ready Lyric?”

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The Kelpie exited the dark wheeled chariot ahead of her handsome master, her powerful irises casting every direction as she looked excitedly at Azoriat’s luxurious quarters. It had been many years since she had basked in such elegance for many of her victims were of the simpleton quality; many well-off humans did not converse themselves in such exciting realms like the night club, Lyric’s hunting ground. It was no matter though, as long as she received her feast... they all tasted exquisite to her. “Such radiance my handsome lord!” Her face glittered with thrill as she twirled playfully in the courtyard, the contours of her silken gown displaying like angelic wings her lively auburn locks shimmering in the moonlight.

As her overlord entered his intimidating domain the exotic woman captured a strange scent decorating the halls, a smell that caused strange prickles of agitation; Lyric had experienced such warning signs before. A woman. Her unyielding jealousy began to multiply and boil through her skin like a rash unable to dissipate. Hush Lyric, you must think clearly on this, yes he may have another... but you are his only one. She consoled herself, which gently soothed her violent thoughts to her sexual imaginations with her dearest king. She returned her childish excitement to his macabre mansion, endowed with candles until reaching a single down which descended to what Lyric guessed was the basement. An erotic eyebrow lifted, “Kinky.” She teased.

As Azoriat presented the ominous portal the Kelpie spent little time dawdling; she wanted to feel her powerful sovereign now and they were wasting time. She tiptoed exuberantly to her demon lover curling her slender fingers within his claws gripping tightly. “Are you?” She smiled her famous wicked smile, swaying her body as if taunting him.

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Azoriat smirked, a look which held many meanings and could almost burn through your flesh digging at your heart. As he led her down the stairs they creaked and groaned, the scent of blood and brimstone hit them like a wave as they turned the corner of the stairwell into his basement. The walls were stained with soot and dried blood in various arcane and demonic symbols. the only furnature in the room, a large wooden table complete with black leather bindings stood four feet off the ground. Hanging over the table by her ankles was a young nubile girl completely nude except for the bindings and a harsh gag, her body swayed back and forth, hair brushing over the table as tears streaked down her face.

Two cloaked men bearing azoriat's crest upon their hoods stepped foward toward Lyric, stripping her of the lace garb. Azoriat motioned her to the table as he began to undo the buttons of his tailored suit and shirt.

"Make yourself comfortable my pet... these men are my servants you need not fear them."

His voice was dark and truly evil like it had been that night in the club. He exposed his bear chest and circled around the table in anticipation of what was ahead. His servants loosened the straps on the table waiting for lyric to situate herself on the table. Upon closer investigation she would notice the horrors hidden under the cloaks, both men had their eyes and mouths sewn shut, they carried a brand of their master's crest upon their right cheek.

The room grew hotter as his human flesh burned away revealing his true nature again to her. his hooves clicked on the stone floor as he paced and his snake like tongue flicked out to lick a tear from the captive girl's cheek.

"To answer your question Lyric... yes I am ready. I have waited for one like you for centuries."

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The perfume of blood and decay was like an aphrodisiac to the erotic water horse who moaned sensually with each descending step to her King’s hellish domain. Her domineering lord’s aura reverberated through his merciless claws clasping around her dainty fingers, leading her deeper inside. She relished in his power; she adored her Demon King. “You know how to make a girl feel special dearest.” She giggled before flashing her extravagant cerulean irises to the infernal tablet nestled in the center of the room endowed with a helpless nude maiden, whimpering profusely for her life. The Kelpie glimpsed exuberantly at Azoriat. “You like one-on-one girl action? You scoundrel!” She teased, tapping her handsome lover’s chiseled visage. Such a perfect specimen and he belonged to her and she to him.

Suddenly, distorted fingers ensnared themselves around the water goddess’s exotic frame, her curvaceous physique swaying lucidly as the silken robe tickled her china white flesh goosebumps littering her fair skin, the see through gown cascading to the ashen floor. She did as instructed, stepping gracefully to the center decorated in maroon blood. She could taste the savagery and Lyric licked her voluptuous lips in response as waves of sexual tension enveloped the femme fatale. The Kelpie crawled to her spot like an obedient tigress even purring as the hot bondage clasped about her wrists; she began to squirm in anticipation, groaning and moaning for her demon Prince. With a hot feathery voice Azoriat’s prisoner questioned, an essence of begging fluttering from her lips.

“How do you want me baby, screaming or accepting?”

ooc; sorry its ehhh

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The demon smirked and walked to Lyric's side tracing a claw up her side as he walked. His demonic eyes peered down to her swirling like yellow volcano's brimming with power. A cruel look flashed upon his face and he dug a claw into the side of Lyric's breast. He brought the claw up to his mouth, his snake like tongue swirling around it lapping at the blood like a well deserved treat.

"Soon you will have no choice but to scream my pet. I intend to hurt you this night, I intend to enjoy myself. As for the virgin above you.... the ritual to bind your soul to my service requires sacrifice."

Azoriat's hand lashed out in blazing speed as he tore the young girl's throat out leaving a fist sized hole where perfect flesh once was. The body made no sound but writhed and twitched as all of the blood in her body sprayed out onto Lyric's nude flesh.

"In my own name I cleanse you of all your past, I wash from you the stink of compassion."

The cultists came quickly to Lyric's sides and began washing her with the virgin's blood as they chanted in unison. "In Azoriat's name we wash flesh with flesh. In the master's name we bathe sin with innocence. Until all is dark as it is below until heaven falls we claim this body in the name of Azoriat."

Azoriat smirked and leaned in close to Lyric's face. He was enjoying the spectacle of his kelpie bathed in the blood of an innocent victim. He paced the room to a wooden throne set upon the far wall where he sat himself to observe the ritual.

The men took a step back from Lyric as the last few drops of blood were drained onto her breasts.

"It is time master Azoriat..."

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His ravishing slave didn’t struggle as searing pain encompassed Lyric voluptuous breast, responding with a long groan melded with intense agony and thrilling ecstasy; she writhed and rolled like an exotic beast, rubbing her nude form in thundering anticipation of her powerful lord. Azoriat was her volcano and she was his tsunami; both would relish in the destruction caused together and Lyric would endow her King with any desire he required from the sexually ‘advanced’ Kelpie. As her demon King spoke, Lyric hung over every domineering word uttered like a starved hellhound over innocent souls. “Mm. Yes baby, give me more.” She begged.

As the virgin’s blood cascaded upon her curvaceous form, she opened her mouth and suckled desperately at the delicious droplets tempting her further. Her beautiful physique continued to twist inside the shackles while moans of overwhelming pleasure feasted on her devilish psyche. The hands of her King’s followers caused tingles, goosebumps plaguing her flawless flesh that was now decorated in the woman’s blood. Lyric could feel her master’s touch through these lifeless pawns and she shook her head excitedly, a long purr escaping her unnatural maroon lips. She wanted him. She needed him.

The drone play toys drew back and the Kelpie’s eyes ensnared themselves into Azoriat’s. He was her’s, she would please no other for she worshipped every step he took in this fragile word. The imaginations of such strength caused her emerald irises to glimmer extravagant gold and she licked her lips profusely as she observed the handsome specimen before her.

“Give me everything my King Azoriat.” She fed his ego once again, eyes fluttering hungrily awaiting his power.

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Azoriat stepped down from his seat, It was not nearly as impressive as his throne in hell but it still gave him the sense of power and lordship he desired. He stalked down to his helpless slave and motioned toward his cultists. One man disrobed and reveled his flesh to her. He was terribly scarred from the licking tongue of flame as if he had been burned over and over again until no skin was left unmarred. The man was castrated and upon his chest was seared the mark of his lord Azoriat.

Azoriat leaned down and ran his forked tongue along lyric's breast, tasting the virgin's blood. He stood slowly, his eyes closed in pleasure enjoying the sensation. Standing beside her perfectly nude, his crimson demonic flesh pulsing with a heat which threatened to burn her alive. His manhood stood solid and excited between two large muscular thighs which tapered into goat legs at the knee.

The cultist stepped forward and she could now see the man's eyes had been burned from their sockets. The others stepped away from the walls chanting in Latin.

Sanguine Domini sanguinem sacrificii. Vas malum vas odio. Te per infernum tellus.(Blood of my lord, blood of sacrifice. Vessel for evil Vessel for hatred. Hell on earth comes through you.)

Azoriat waved his hand and a cultist brought forth an iron pot of hot coals. He dropped his hand into the coals as he leaned down to her beautiful face.

"Where best to mark you... So much pretty.... un...touched flesh ready to be taken... Tell me my Lyric... where do you want me?

with his free hand he grasped her breast within his claws drawing blood as he squeezed roughly. his molten eyes rolled with fire but held a mirror-like sheen which she could see herself within.

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The desolate irises of the cultists observing her luscious physique excited her, for she was aware and unashamed of her perfection; it was unfortunate that these pathetic souls wouldn’t be blessed by to look upon her however the Kelpie could survive, she had Azoriat within her cold suffocating clutches. “Mmm. That’s my Lord.” Licking her lips, Lyric was practically begging for the domineering creature to take her now. The thrum of her Infernal Lord’s hooves caused erotic moans to escape her voluptuous lips, irises swirling now like a haunting whirlpool. She wanted her all for herself and this was the first step towards complete ownership between the two. They both carried a special power to conquer the other and this enriched the Kelpie with utter joy.

“I am your’s Lord Azoriat.” She huffed, puffs of hot air escaping her trembling lips. She could feel the encroaching sizzle from the demonic being as he approached deeper and deeper between her open legs. Suddenly, the faints noise of chanting ensnared the Kelpie in complete blissful imaginations of this perfect night. It was just the two of them, forever. No one would get in her way... never.

Suddenly, blistering agony overtook her senses but she responded with erotic howls and groans, rolling and tossing as her God latched its claw onto her large perky breasts. She could feel the water within her pours evaporate and steam began to rise slowly. Biting her lips, she groaned again, pleasing her Lord with passionate words. “My body is yours. Do with it as you so choose.” She purred, a villainous feline grin spreading across her satin flesh.