Fallen far from Grace

[hells_fury]

((Closed for TirithIre))

Cormia was simply lost. Lost with this life, lost with her self, lost with what she was, and on top of her self being such a mess she had no clue where she was, literally. Standing in the middle of what should would call a dead land she sighed. Her hands caressing the red, black, and silver cords that held her silk robes together. The robes flowing all around her similar to a gown, but nothing she thought was out of the ordinary. This was custom back home, or what was once her home but never shall be again. Her thoughts ran wild nothing made sense any longer to her. Especially after the events that had just taken place, days ago. At least it felt like days, maybe it had been longer or shorter, she was no longer sure of anything anymore.

"Cormia please step forward" The voice boomed from the podium. With her head bowed she did as she was told, taking deep calming breaths as she faced her court. Her eyes glanced around the room before finding the floor again, quickly. She was fully aware as to the reason she was here, the reason behind the council of the courts were gathering together. Although she knew the actions they were questioning she could not understand why something so trivial had been taken to council.
"Cormia daughter of Aselyn, you are aware as to why we have called you here, and to the reason you stand before this righteous and divine council now." Sick she was going to be sick, never had she felt so accused for something, nor had she ever been on the line of judgement before. She was a warrior, she trained their warriors, she was an angel. Well most of the time, but she was still a woman and things here were not as simple as things other places. The nausea finally ended as she stood there on judgement.
"Yes I understand why it is I am here." She said as she raised her head looking at The Elder of the council members as it would be he who casted her judgement. They had her fate in the palms of their hands and none of them even blinked an eye, there was no pause nothing, only reaction.
"Cormia you have fallen from Grace my child, your actions can not go un-noticed. You refused help, refused marriage and your heart desires impurity and a life of sin. You are a disgrace and with the power of this council you shall be cast out, your wings shall be taken from your body. You will not return here nor anywhere. You will not have the fortune of death, as you shall endure this punishment and sentence for eternity."

Pulling herself back to reality she shook her head. As the voices seemed to constantly remind her she was a disgrace. Pushing her thoughts aside she surveyed the land around her. For the first time she saw what appeared to be a mansion of sorts. With no other options she headed in that direction. Her stomach doing flips as she walks. Something felt wrong here, something was making her feel as if she were going to be sick once more. Stopping she looked around herself, once she was sure no one had been following her she decided to take a seat and think things over once more.

Sitting on the ground in a kneeling position her robes flowed around her. Gently pulling her braid over her shoulder she began to slowly undo it as she though things over. After a few minutes her hair flowed freely around her shoulders and down her back. Running her fingers through the silky gold strands.

It did not take her long to make her decision. Standing up she fixed the robes making sure her cords were placed properly in her left hand as she walked. The mansion grew in size every time she got a bit more closer. A sigh filled her as she looked at her cords, the red and the black representing her, and the silver representing what she had now become. Making it up to the gates of the estate she took a deep breath and pushed her way through them.

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[TirithIre]

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Azreal... had once been known more appropriatly as Azazel... though for many millenia now, he had chosen to live alone. The barrens of the east provided him the solitude along with the peace that he wished. He had lived here in the lands of Aeron for a long time now... it must have been around four hundred years now. He had his peace, he had his quiet, and he had his slaves. Azreal was a demon after all, mortals were his play things, but that did not mean that he did not have a 'heart'. He did, he simply chose for the most part to subscribe to the penance of his exsistance, which was to torment, to use, to have what was his without request or regard. He took what he wanted, when he wanted.

She was found first as she pushed the gates of the mansion open. they swung closed behind her, the clanking of the metal smoothly ominous, and obviously animated despite the appearances. There was no one around, the courtyard was actually plush, open and green, unlike the desolate barrens around her that she had just passed through. It didn't seem to be an illusion, nor did it seem to be all that un natural. It was clear that the mansion was real, right there, a haven of sorts.

As the gates closed behind her they locked, that her only warning before she could hear a deep, evil growling that she would have heard in her life of the heavens, as a warrior to he whom had long ago cast Azreal's people from the heavens. He had gone with those whom had refused, refused to bow to mortals whom were so fragmented and broken that their creator couldn't even see... refused to kneel and love beings that were in their eyes lower then them.

The present called her attention as the hell hounds slowly came out, there were three of them, each one coming up to her as they growled demonically, she could tell then where the feeling had come from before of sickness... this place, was clearly some demon's home. The dead land around the area had been clearly desecrated if she hadn't noticed before. The hell hound each were also herding her it appeared, towards the door of the mansion... though as they got closer, she could hear the click of the door, as both opened.

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Within the threshhold of the mansion stood a man it appeared. He did not seem to scream demon, other then perhaps his being. she could see though that within his eyes laid a torment of a thusand souls, to her left and right, upon the pillars of the mansion were human women, each tied in various positions, each clearly not in pain, but rather indescribable torment and pleasure. It was clear that she wasn't leaving this place, now that she had arrived... yet for a moment, Azreal didn't even notice her. After a moment though he seemed to hear the growling, he looking down to her.

"wods ofk xy podt" He growled, a command to the dogs in Rhefugi, or the ancient demonic tongue had the dogs backing away, she seeing that he wasn't all that bad it seemed. He regarded her though and smirked slightly. " Welcome to my home. You are lost, clearly, though that is my favorite kind." He purred as he looked to her, his eyes seeming to shift for a moment as he considered it, he shaking his head finally as he curled a finger, she feeling an invisible pull, as though she lost control of her body, he pulling her up the stairs, until she stood before him.

She could see that he wasn't about to let her leave... now that she had arrived. She had the aura of someone whom had once been utterly and insufferably good... but whom had fallen from grace. Azreal smirked slightly to himself. " What is your name, young one?"

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[hells_fury]

Cormia stood there staring at him, as he pulled her inside her eyes surveyed him. He was no mortal that she knew. Swallowing hard she tilted her head up looking him in the eyes. Fear was not an option for her anymore. The women he had her, well they were his issue, she could not allow herself to become more side tracked then what she already was.

Her eyes took all of him, memorizing all of his features, each shadow of his face, the color of his eyes, they way they dilated, she mesmerized all that she could as she was certain it would come useful to her later. Her back was straight as she stood there. Hearing him ask for her name she sighed heavily.

"My name is Cormia daughter of Aselyn,... or I was.... And you are?"

She said, her voice serene and soothing to most who heard. The council could take her wings, and her halo but the talents she had learned, the unique gifts she had, the beautiful creature that she was, were things that they could not touch of hers. The cords still in her hands as she stood before them. Although she had no one to pray to anymore, and could not die and was now at his mercy, needless to say her chances were not looking so good. Shaking her head she stood there watching him, wondering how much time had passed.

Her skin was flush, and cold as she had, had no food or water for three days. Her hair though was still as soft as silk, if one had never met her before they would not notice but if anyone laid a hand on her they would feel the chill on her skin. As the heat in the room began warming her, the dizziness began. Shaking her head she ignored it all and just looked at the one before her now.

 

[TirithIre]

She could see little else in the opening of his eyes, the way that they swirled did not immediatly give him away... but the 'torture', the way that the women whom had been bound outside had looked, that had 'given him away', not that he seemed overly concerned about that. As she asked his name though, he seemed to look around a moment, before returning his gaze to her. " Azreal, this is my home. You are either brave, stupid, or lost to have come here, though I care not truly what the reasoning is."

He seemed to regard her himself, though as he noticed the flush color of her skin, his hand moved swiftly, more swiftly into her hair then she would have even been able to follow. After all he had 'struck' when she had been but that moment of dizziness. " You are flush, your body is un-accustomed to the harshness of this mortal world. Come, I shall avail you of your burdeons." The floor was covered in a cherry red carpet, the walls were all meticulously maintained, and even as he lead her through the corridors with his firm hold upon her hair, he seemed to look to her once in a while.

" You have been starved, your punishment must be grave, though the fact they did not throw you into the pits of hell states that you weren't a rebel." She would know from his name that he was old... that she was in the home of one of the original fallen, and that he had clearly a safe home here. It wasn't the hell hounds, they were his pets more then security.. it was more simply the dark magicks that were wrought within the home.

He took her to a bathing room, his eyes looking to her as his hand finally loosened it's hold. " I shall enjoy you, your body is in need of health, but also of pleasure." He purred, he seeming to eye her, though reaching out again, she saw him snap his fingers, she feeling the cords that she had been holding snapped, falling to shreds, the beads falling with a sound to the floor as he moved again, he seeming to have purpose in everything as he stepped to a massive lake like area, she seeing him humming to himself as he did. " lezy qosylz, ofk rejy ty swy pdyofzefr E fyyk." He growled in demonic, she seeing water filling the area, it creating quite the bath as he looked to her, his eyes compelling her forwards... the steaming water looking oh so nurturing!

 

[hells_fury]

Cormia stood there. His words rang in her heads, as did the councils. Shaking her head she had no choice but to go to him. But as her cords had snapped tears welled in her eyes. Everything she knew was gone, everything she had ever had, had been taken away from her, and at the thought in this moment she no longer cared what happened to her. She could not die, and could not suffer more then she had when the clipped her wings. As they did not go about it the way the had come to over years, but going about it the way the would have clipped his.

"Azazel.....but... but you are suppose to be in hell.... or oblivion or I don't know... But I was cast out I did not leave, and I was, I am a disgrace..

She did not know why she was saying any of this to him, she knew it met nothing to him yet she had. She could not stop herself, she needed to say it to someone other than herself, and well unfortunately he had been the first one she had the chance to say it to. Her eyes were upon him but her mind was far off, someplace else. The bathing room was odd to her, it was nothing like she experienced and that was the only thing that was even keeping her remotely in the here and now.

 

[TirithIre]

He watched her, and as he stepped from the waters, his eyes seemed to glimmer as she had the look he had millenia ago... she had the look of a woman, a being whom had once held the fullness of 'gods' love in her hands, only to have it being taken away from her, torn from her. He watched as her tears welled within her eyes. She clearly cared naught for what happened to her. " They took your dignity." His voice was low, it was with a sense of understanding, an understanding that only one whom had fallen could understand. Her reasons and his for being thrown from the heavens were different, yet the method was similar.

He could not help the low, rolling chuckle that escaped him as she said his true name. " I have not heard that name in a long time. I have remained hidden, this is my sanctuary. Unlike what most angels would believe, I am not out to create hell spawn, nor am I out to destroy or control the world. I am simply here to exsist. Hell has not chained me in a very long time, and it would take one such as Michael to strike me back down to there in this day."

As she said that though about her casting out, he looked to her as he walked to her, his hands upon her shoulders. " Your body has been scarred by what has happened. You have been abandoned by those whom once claimed that they would stand with you. I am hardly your enemy... nor shall I take anymore of your dignity. If anything, through your stay here, you shall be freed. First though, you must be bared."

With that his hands slid into the folds of her robes, he not asking permission, she knowing that truly she was in the realm of a demon ages old, whom could more then likely crush her if he wished... yet he did not. Azazel chose instead that her fate would not be of a slaves... but of his pet. She would learn what it was to have dignity in the service of a master once again, but as he closed his hands she felt his power as he tore her robes asunder, baring her to this world, and to him.

 

[hells_fury]

Cormia stood there, her mind was not grasping to her reality right now. She was off in a far distant land. Her eyes clouding over as she stood there. As she heard him mention Michael she cringed and once more felt as if she were going to be sick. Instinctively her arms wrapped around her stomach as her thoughts raced through the events that had so recently taken place.

"Michael is the one I had refused marriage to, he is the reason of my being here now. He was one the final vote...... What do you mean I will be freed... I know what you are, I have watched you doings for many years, as that was my job there.... And you let go of nothing once you make it yours Azazel, the only reason Michael has not come after you is because he has not been allowed to, although believe me he desperately wants to..."

Her thoughts trailed off once more. She could feel him close to her and as her robes were torn from her body she looked up to him her eyes wide as her first moment of clarity had finally come to her.

"What exactly do you intend to do to me... Have I not been prisoner for long enough, that you now have to imprison me while I am already serving one sentence as it is...... you are no better then they are."

Her words were cold and ruthless as her emotions welled within her. The sick feeling coursing through her till finally the tears rolled down her face and her body went limp into his.

 

[TirithIre]

He chuckled faintly as he heard her words of Michael, they amused him, filled him with a sense of pride. Azazel was one of the smarter demons. The younger or even some of the more foolish one's thought they could 'test' the world, but they were wrong. Azazel understood that in order to take the world, one had to begin with the seeds that would come to fruitition later. " He was a fool... and still is. He wishes to come for me, yet the almighty still believes that one day I will turn back to him, that what he has done can be forgiven." He purred easily.

As she spoke to him with such venom he chuckled, her bare body was gorgeous, even if she was sick from a cold, the warmth of his home would fix that, he would feed her, he would care for her. As she asked what he intended of her, he watched her. " You are my pet. You will not be my slave. You can fight if you wish, the breaking will be all the sweeter."

She thought that she could strike pity from him, yet truly within his eyes he believed that by keeping her, he would strengthen her... he would bring her into a world that would see her all the sweeter. As she collapsed into him though she felt his hand around her belly, he lifting her from her feet, and as he carried her towards the water his clothing dissapeared, his slim form carrying her with inhuman strength.

The first touch of the hot water would soothe her chilled body, and even as he stepped into the water with her in his arms, he looked to her as he pushed her down, his hand moving into her hair once more as he looked to her back, the physical marks of her wings were gone, she was mortal now, the mental memories though there as he drew a single nail over her back and spine. " fight me little one... you shall find that I am much more then you could ever handle."

 

[hells_fury]

Cormia looked at him, her anger welled within her but her voice of reason rang loud and clear in her mind. She knew this was a battle that if she fought she would loose. She hated herself, she hated that realization as she looked at him. The water though seemed to soothe everything for her in that moment. Closing her eyes she stood there under the water, her body drawing the heat into herself, as slowly a little bit of color returned to her skin.

Finally after a few moments she opened her eyes to look at him, her head tilting to the side as for the first time this night or day, she honestly had no idea as to which it was but for the first time she actually looked at him.

"Why would I fight you, so you can get a power rush from me, oh yes that is the first thing on my list of things to do, is to give you what you want, no you can do what you will to this body I learned that there and here, why do you think I refused marriage to him, things have changed barriers were created privacy was given, and Michael felt that the laws did not apply to him, and that I was his......"

Abruptly her words stopped as she stood there staring at him.

"I will not feed into some dark and demented desire you may have of making me scream and cry for help when no one can help me, no. I know I can not stop the inevitable here but I do not have to help you enjoy it by any means."

Her words were soft and serene, even with everything she was saying now, she was calm and collected. At least a bit more then she had been earlier when she arrived.

 

[TirithIre]

He smiled ever so slightly as he watched her, her body definatly picked up some color from the water, the heat returning some of it's warmth to her body. Even as he nodded to her though he seemed to truly listen to her, though whether he cared about her or not was impossible to be told. As she seemed to understand him a bit better, he chuckled ever so slightly... it a rockingly temptuous tone, that promised many things. " Unlike my brothers, I have no need to torment you."

He was sure that would surprise her... but even as he approached her through the water, he could see that she was angry, that he miught wish her body of hers... and yet even as she wished that he might choose to ignore her or let her go, she knew that wouldn't happen. He moved to her though, his body stopping slightly away from her, and even as he watched her, his hands smoothed out, his fingers nails squeezing her nipples like a clamp as he looked into her eyes.

" I have no demented desire to see you scream and cry for help, there is none above whom would help you, but I shall rather enjoy making you my pet." He purred almost to himself, his fingers retaining their hold on her nipples, his eyes locked upon hers, staring intently, he 'fighting' with her natural instincts as his mere presence commanded submittance, that even though she said that she wouldn't fight, it was clear that she was going to.


He released her nipples finally though, instead he moved his hand and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as she felt his lips dsescend upon her neck, his tongue licking over her flesh as he held her, he dominating her, he taking what he perceived was now his!

 

[hells_fury]

Cormia's eyes were wide as she watched him approach her. Taking a few deep breaths she heard his words, but was not sure if she could honestly believe them or not. Although the fact of the matter was he had nothing to gain from a lie told. As she felt his hands on her body her breath hitched, her eyes never lingering from his.

His words caught her attention though, as just as she was about to say something his hand was in her hair and his mouth was on her body. Against everything her mind screamed a moan broke from her lips as her eyes closed. Her hands absently found his arms as she softly massaged his skin, working her way to his chest. Shockingly his skin was soft to her touch and warmed her all the more. Why she was doing this she had no idea, why she was not fighting made no sense to her. But, she was to exhausted to fight him, and at this moment it felt to good for her to want to stop him. Her body was overly sensitive to everything, due to her wings having been torn from her. But as his mouth caressed her skin all of her thoughts seemed to slow and everything seemed to finally come into focus.

"How do you.... Why are you.... What th.... What are you doing to me..?"

Her words here shaky as she spoke to him. Her body was going against every single rational though she had.

 

[TirithIre]

He smiled as her little moan was torn from her lips, he swearing within his own mind that he would tear more of them from her. Her eyes were glued to his, her desires clearly within her eyes, and yet there was such turmoil, to Azazel it seemed to come to him naturally, what he should do with her. Even as his tongue lashed erotically along her skin though he felt how she almost clung to him.

He could feel how her body was traiterous to her own thoughts... as most bodies were, it was how when a rape happened, some women were confused wondering if they were truly raped, as their bodies had enjoyed it more then they wanted it to. As she warmed with his bodies heat though he still held her hair, her head tiltes up towards the ceiling.

" I am giving you a purpose." He replied easily to her question, the words rolling through her as his lips moved up, caressing her neck and ear before he was nibbling, his teeth dragging along her jaw line as his other hand slid over her rounded breasts, his fingers scraping, though as he did she felt the explosion of her body as his hand curlced, his fingers clutching as he squeezed one of those tits of hers, his body so close as he 'forced her' without forcing her, took her when he knew she didn't know whether she wanted it or not, but to Azazel it mattered not truly, in his eyes, she would take it all the same!

 

[hells_fury]

Cormia's thoughts seemed to dissapear as his body minipulated hers. Yet she stood there staring up to him confusion swirling in her eyes. She had watched him, whatched what she had been asked to and watched things she never should have. She had detested how he treated women, but never had she seen him be gentle or take care of anyone but himself.

"what do you want with me.... you have numerous of women you can do with what you wish." her words were soft but jealousy struck her out of no where. The feeling blew her mind. She honestly had no understanding where it had come from. Biting down on her lip she muffeled any furthere noises trying to escape her.

The water beated down upon her, glistening off her skin. For a moment she looked at the man she was with and realized how exquiste he truly was. Pushing the thoughts away she slowed her breathing until she was in a calm state, almost meditating. With out her permisson or approval her hands clung to his body any way they could, her body leaned more into his. She didn't have the energy to fight him, she didn't have they energy for anything, she was simply consumed.

 

[TirithIre]

He was sure those of the angellic orders had rather detested the things he had done to women... after all the two women whom were bound on the pillars of his home were enough 'proof' of his evilness for Michael as well as many other angels to hope that they would one day exact what they would call holy retribution upon him. His fingers upon her flesh, his hand within her hair, it was all consuming.

" I told you, you shall be my pet. Much different then a slave. A slave is used, beaten, broken. A pet is cared for, taken in from the cold and given warmth, hidden from the world, and yet put on display at times. I have many women whom are but human, whom are a reminder of why I was thrown from the heavens. They will never bring me contentment. Perhaps, you shall."

Even as he spoke though he could see how she 'fought' against her own body, and though she tried and did bring her breathing to a calm state, it was with a simple pinch of a long nipple that would hitch her breath, a slight twist that would bring a gasp. Even as he looked to her she could see his own clarity there, he not having doubt in what he wanted of her.

Finally though the hand in her hair twisted, he coaxing her to turn around, she being pulled back against him as he purposefully pushed her forwards, she being lead to the edge of the lake like area, she feeling his presence behind her before he was pushing her head to the stone of the floor, his other hand forcefully lifting her hips. " Of course, my pet shall be used." He purred as he shifted and bending his own head down, her torment began with the sensation of his tongue upon her backside, nibbles and licks guiding her into a sensitive state.

She was being consumed by him, he would make her what he wished, he would awaken her darkest desires, and she would see within herself a part of him, for he was she, only much further along the path of 'damnation'.

 

[hells_fury]

She could not stop the gasps that seemed to betray her. As he pushed her where he willed her tears sprang from her eyes as she let her head fall to the floor. She knew what he was referring to he becoming now. Feeling his lips on her skin again a gentle sigh echoed through her body.
"Azazel......I can barely force myself to even handle you.....if your intent is to take me well I'm not saying yes or agreeing....but I don't really have a choice....but please don't share me the way he had....."

It was her one request, she knew he would do as he wished to her. In all she had watched him for centuries. She had seen his worst, but she could honestly say she never saw him care for anyone. As she kneeled there her back dipped into a curve as her hair fell off over her shoulder , she allowed her forehead to lay on her arms and pushed any thoughts she had. But with the heat of the water gone her body began to shiver once more as goosebumps raised on her skin.

 

[TirithIre]

He watched as she gasped, he watched her as her body betrayed her, but it was more then that as well. Even as he moved her where he wished of her, even as he laid her in the position on his choosing, he seemed to pause as he listened to her almost plea to him. He felt an intense anger at Michael as she made it clear that when she had been with the arch angel, the darkness of his brothers soul had been bared.

" Shh." He purred, she feeling his finger tips stroking her scalp, his hand holding her head down easily as that simple sound seemed to soothe, to calm. " I have no intentions of sharing you. Unlike angels, we demons are very possessive things, you should know this more then most. You have seen the best of us, and the worst." He purred.

She knew he would do as he wished, and he would, though as the shivers returned to her body, she could feel him shift, she not having to turn to look to know that he had allowed the full demon to emerge from him. She felt him pull her up, before dark wings surrounded her, his inner fire warming her more then any bath could ever, it reaching within her, to warm her at her very core.

" You have no need to be cold any longer, you have no need to ache for possession. You are now mine, and mine alone. You are above my little play slaves, and are even above my demons. You are mine and mine alone, and I share nothing." She knew it was true, and even as he pulled her up into the arms of the demon she had watched for so long, he lifted her, she feeling an inhuman cock sliding between her legs, he looking to her.

" Guide me to you." He ordered easily, knowing that with the knowledge that she wouldn't be shared by him, that she would be able to give herself more easily to him... to this!

 

[hells_fury]

Cormia barely felt the movements ubtil he surrounded her. The heat pouring from him relaxed her. Her head fell back onto his left shoulder as her back arched against him. Feeling him between her legs she could not stop the twinge of delight it gave to her. Softly she pushed herself closer to him, to the heat. His scent filled her of dark and rich spices and something she had never felt before was awaken inside of her. Tilting her head so that her mouth was along the columnof his neck she took more of his scent into herself.

"this is not right..... nor does it make any sense... why on earth should I give myself to you.... or for that matter allow you to own me."

The words were met to be harsh and cold, but they came out as a soft gentle whisper. As she spoke her lips brushed his skin. Softly licking her lips she could just barely taste him. But his taste exploded in her mouth and regarless of what her mind screamed she found herself kissing his skin stealing more of his scent and taste for herself.

 

[TirithIre]

He was rather impressed with her. She had been broken, and yet was clearly mending well. He could tell that she didn't understand why she wanted this... but perhaps it was because he gave her what Michael hadn't. Michael had wanted to share her, to own her and thought that was it. Azazel knew better... he knew not to share what was truly his. He could feel her pressing back, her body shuddering with the sensations.

" You do not need to make sense of what cannot be made to be understood. The body and heart know what the mind could never conceive." Even as he watched her though he could feel her slit rubbing unconciously to the length of his cock, the nine inches of girthed length pressed alongside her slit.

As she tried to be cold again with him he knew for her at that point it was impossible, and even as she got a taste of him he heard the almost wanton groan from her as she continued licking his neck, he allowing her to as she felt his claws gently scraping her breasts, they not cutting, but giving an intense pleasure into her body that only a demon could know. As she stole kisses though he allowed it, hisfingers retracting the claws before he gave another firm squeeze to both of her breasts, his cock sliding and tantilizing her slit.

Azazel didn't care if things were right or not, he only knew he wanted her, and what Azazel wanted, he took!

 

[hells_fury]

Another moan filled Cormia as she felt his body against hers. In this moment she gave into her desires, but tomorrow would be a new day. Just for this moment she told her self, just this once, she would do as she pleased to do. Pushing her hips further against him her back arched, twisting at her hips she turned herself to look at him. She wanted to see his eyes, to see him seeing her.

"Tell me at least one thing right now, just for tonight, for this moment, why do you want me...

She said softly as she looked at him. Her body yearning to be closer to him, begging her to just let him have his way with her, but in all honesty she didn't know if she was ready for it. Everything seemed to go against her, even things that once made perfect sense to her before.

 

[TirithIre]

As she turned she could see the tanned skin, the rippling demonic muscle, the curved horns, she could see the handsome features of a demon of age old power... she could see it all. His eyes looked to her, though as she pleaded with him to tell her one thing, he chuckled ever so slightly.

" I want you because you remind me of myself, when I was younger. Through me, you shall gain a sense of belonging, through me, you will come to see your place was always to be at my side."

With that though he moved his fingers, they pinching her nipples rather strongly, pulling them outwards as he shifted, he kept pulling until she lifted her hips, and as she squealed and did, he released them, she realziing the reason as she sank down, her body being immediatly impaled by the largest cock she had ever taken, his throbbing demon cock piercing her body intensly!

 

[hells_fury]

Her entire body quaked as he pushed himself beyond her barriers. There was no turning back now. She knew that, she knew that this would happen whether she was willing or not. With that she decided for just tonight she would let herself become lost in the sensations that her body had never experienced, the pleasures that his eyes were promising to her.

Slowly she pulled her hand up to gently caress his face as her other slid around his neck. Her fingers outlined his as she trailed them up to the horns and then back down. Both arms firmly wrapped around him, as her nails pierced into his skin. Her moans echoed all around them, as the ecstasy filled her completely and took control. Her hips began rocking against his as her body adjusted to the onslaught that it was taking. The more comfortable she became, the less pain she seemed to experience and it was replaced by pure pleasure.

Her eyes staying on his as he continued his manipulation of his body on hers. Cormia had never experienced anything like this in all of her existence. Looking at Azazel as she freely gave to him what he wanted now.

 

[TirithIre]

He knew that tommorow would be another day entirely. He could see it within her eyes, he could almost sense it in her very being that she had made her decision. If they ended up going day by day then that was fine with him, he would take her every day, he would own her, and she would be his. He would kill any whom came to defend her, and even as she dug her nails into the back of his neck, she was rewarded with a slight hiss from him.

He could feel her barriers give way, he breaking more then her wanton pussy open, he breaking open her mind to the pleasures that he could give to her. Even as her moans echoed, his fingers tortured her nipples really, she feeling how he was manipulating them, they truly on an edge of pain and pleasure... he not caring in the least that her body was still adjusting.

As her eyes remained on his thugh he smirked as he could see her freely giving herself to him, and as she did his lips pressed to hers, his tongue pressing deftly into her mouth as he scoured that orifice, even as she sank inch upon inch upon his cock, he going so far within her, his veined shaft stimulating her g-spot as she sank down, though finally she was 'resting' upon his cock, he fully within her body!

 

[hells_fury]

Screams of pure pleasure ripped through Cormia. She had never experienced anything like it before. Her body acted on a will of its own, trying to get closer to him, trying to become a part of him. She had lost all of her sense. There was no turning back now, and she knew that. As her eyes stayed locked on his, she realized how little she really and truly knew about Azazel. The thought gave her hope and warmed her a little more to him.

As his lips touched hers, her body heated even more. Automatically she responded to him. Her tongue massaging his as she followed his lead. Her arms tightening around him trying to pull him closer to her yet.

 

[TirithIre]

It was impossible for her to get closer to him then she already was. He could feel her round full tits pressing into his chest, just as he could feel her nails raking over his skin, his toughened flesh taking her clawings easily, it almost tickling him really. Even as she had a bit of hope he almost chuckled. She could think what she wanted of him, he was interested in her body, and nothing more really.

As her tongue duelled with his though she felt his claws biting her nipples, he finally releasing them as he reached around, his hands pulling the cheecks of her ass apart, her hips bring directed by his cock and thrusting hips, he mercilless on her, just as he could feel that she wanted. She could play goodey too shoes all day long, it was clear she responded well to being taken.

For him, this was normal, his brutal thrusts of his cock stimulated her pussy both deeply and in all her good spots, he instinctivly finding them as a single finger ran over the crinkled star of her ass. She knew her body would be taken in all ways by him... he would own her, and whether she fought it or not, the end result would be the same. His hands held her, his wings surrounded her, and his cock, along with his tongue enveloped her in his scent, and presence!

 

[hells_fury]

Cormia could not stop what was happening if she had wanted to. Her thoughts began running wild once again, as soft convulsions took control of her body. She was in pure bliss as she began to climax. Her nails dug further into him, drawing droplets of blood from his body as she lost complete control over herself.

Her head dropped back, as her body clung to him. The orgasm smacking into her relentlessly. Her screams echoed around the room as he took her.Oddly enough she liked the feeling it gave her, although she knew it would never happen again, but she didn't want to think about that now. She just wanted to enjoy this moment of pleasure. Of not having to worry of others watching, and others joining. As that thought took her another orgasm assaulted her. This time her body fell limply onto his. She had no strength as he took her how he wanted her.