London By Gaslight (Closed)

[Mhorashty]

Darkness swallowed the town. Day passed forth into twilight and then from twilight to full night. The moon was barely a sliver, sending the slightest of shimmering light down upon the town. The damp cobblestones shimmered as light from windows and the occasional gas street lamp bathed them. Couples strolled along the wet stones, and occasionally the single man heading to the tavern would shuffle along as well. But none of that seemed to interest the black bird the sat perched a top one of the newly build balconies. The black bird peered. Peered through the dark alleyway, towards another building in the distance. Slowly feathers fluttered down onto the dark, slick stones. The form atop the balcony shifted and twisted until it resembled the form of a crouched man.

This man had walked the earth for over two hundred years now. Usually in the form he was currently wearing, but not always. He had nearly shoulder length raven black hair, a pair of narrow dark eyes, and very pale skin. The skin, it seemed, never had seen a full days light. Skin that was meant to be constantly bathed in moonlight. Those dark narrow eyes stared patiently.. waiting. Waiting for the object of his affection to come strolling out. He did hope she would stroll out this evening as she did so many other nights, sometimes however, after everyone else in the house had fallen asleep, or passed out from liquor she would open her balcony doors and let in the night breeze...

..and on those occasions, a hearty black bird would perch on her ledge and watch over her...

((OOC: Closed for Mhorashty and AmbrosiaCaress. Please, enjoy the delightfully twisted Web we'll weave...))

...the Man.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Why was it the night attracted her so? Why was it that the light of the risen moon, the chill, the haunting ambiance, warmed her, enchanted her, called to her? Most people were creatures of daylight, and she herself tried hard to be that creature. But the harsh sun, and the blaze of heat, did not awaken her senses like the darkness, the shadows did.

This night was no differnt. The breeze was soft, cool, and slithered about her currently naked form as if caressing a lover. She pause to allow that breeze the pleasure, for she found the touch to be comforting, and pleasing. The others of her house, her family, and extended guests, never understood her. She was not like them. She did not indulge in the ample liquor that was available, she did not indulge in the raucus parties that were often thrown. She cared less for any of that. She cared only for the night, the darkness, and the mysteries that were held within.

The silken robe drawn about her naked form, the deep midnight black of the shimmering silk only served to highlight her most striking feature, the fire red of her hair, which cascades down her back in a crimson veil of near blood. Coupled with the gold of her eyes, Kai was a striking creature to behold, yet despite her beauty, and the many, many Suitors who came to her, who wished to charm her, to entice her, to love her, the only Suitor she would acknowledge was the night, it was the darkness that she was in love with, and it was in that darkness she stepped again this night, out onto the long stone balcony that spanned the entire back of the grand home. Bared feet silent on the cool stone, slender fingers dancing along the railing.

It was a gorgeous night....

KAI

 

[Mhorashty]

A dark smile lit his pale face as she stepped out onto the balcony. He drew in a sharp and unneccesary breath. She was a vision. Indeed. She was also his. She bore the mark of a child of the creator, but she rejected him just as the dark man had himself been rejected. She welcomed the darkness. She welcomed him. He stood up and leapt off of the balcony his body melting and shinking.

The black bird spread it's wings and took flight, nearing the ground so quickly that he'd barely managed to not collide with it before the wind took under his wings and lifted him. His wings beat back the night and he flew nearly silently through the blackness of the alleyway.

His deep, dark eyes found hers. He stared into those twin pools of gold. He'd lost himself looking into those eyes so many times before. Part of him wondered if others got as lost in those eyes as he did. He pulled his attention away to her burning red hair. Oh how he longed to comb his fingers through her hair, to feel her breath against his cheek, to feel the soft flesh of her finger tips on his skin... but if he couldn't have that (yet) he would settle for her petting him and touching his black feathers...

He soared higher and cicrled her balcony three times before he would drift down and land on the railing next to her. He circled three times so he could study her from every angle and have her form fresh in his mind... all of her. Almost.

He called out to her, "Caw!"

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Her golden eyes watched, as the great Bird, larger than most ravens, circled as she walked the balcony. She had seen It often, and she had touched It, often. She did not understand why, what attracted the Bird to her. Just as she did not understand her love of the night, the darkness and the mysteries that lay within.

Kai did not know that she was His, not yet at least. She had been born for Him. She had been groomed for Him. Several of the people around her, the same ones she felt so out of touch with, who seemed to like everything opposite of her, several of them belonged to ... Him. The parties, the liquor, was nothing more than a cover, to allow the Chosen, to watch over her. It had been expected that she would participate in these... rituals. Any others that had been... sacraficed... given.. to Him... had. But she.... was different. Very different. Where as the others had screamed, had fought, had begged, had rejected Him and the night that He commanded, at least at first, Kai seemed to embrace that very darkness. His servants were a bit confused by that, but accepted it. It made it easier for them.

Kai reached down and let her fingertips touch those downy soft feathers. She could feel the heartbeat of the Bird, feel the heat of It's body. She offered her forearm and It accepted, she walking now with It resting there. The silk of her robe loosened a bit, and as she walked, that cool touch of breeze allowed the robe to open, baring a breast, supple, smooth, tipped with a darkned pink nipple. Kai laughed lightly as she scolded the breeze for being so.. forward, drawing the robe closed once more over that breast.

 

[Mhorashty]

As the silk of her robe parted and graced him with the sight of her smooth, supple skin and her dark, rosy, hard nipple he flared his wings out and felt the breeze blow through them. His wings fell back around his little avian body...

He remembered the night over two hundred years ago... the night he was beckoned forth. That night, was the night of the Great London Fire of 1666. The fire burned for three days.. and claimed over 10,000 buildings and only 16 lives. That night, he was called forth from the pit in a ritual that took nearly 24 hours to complete.. and at the climax, he emerged. Emerged through a flaming gateway, the smell of brimstone surrounding him as he stepped forth onto the bloody floor and into this world. His new World.

The memory brought a shudder from the bird. He slowly climbed up her arm to her shoulder and perched there. He rubbed his face and beak against her cheek. He remembered that brisk, sunless September morning as if it were but a blink of the eye. He'd allowed the decedents of those followers to become decedent and complacent. Loyal, but lazy. They did things in his name true enough, but chances are even without him, there behavior would have been much the same. He was going to have to separate the wheat from the chaff. They were almost all of them a disappointment.. all of them except for her. Except for his Kai. His precious Kai.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

She had continued to walk as the bird made It's way up her arm to settle upon her shoulder. She felt the gentle nuzzle of beak and head, and smiled, a truely beautiful thing when it came to her.

The others of the house slept, well, most of the others. One or Two were always awake, to keep guard, such that it was. One watched from the window as the girl, the chosen, the sacrafice, descended the stairs at the end of the balcony, stepping onto the cool embrace of grass. She often walked at night, and the Watcher often observed her. She often was a source of self pleasure for the Watcher...

That could not be helped, she was simply gorgeous, in her silken robe and long, deep crimson hair. But tonight, the Watcher would fight the urge, the Bird was with her... HE was with her.

Kai liked the feel of cool grass on her bare feet, liked the shadows that danced in the trees, a sliver of moonlight gently illuminating the path between. She liked the quiet, the haunting stillness.

"It is a beautiful night... Demok" she whispered to the Bird, she had named It, Demok. She considered It a pet, never realizing in reality what It really was, and that in fact, she... were the pet. Her fingers came up to ever so tenderly scratch at It's head, she so liked the soft feathers.

As she walked, her robe lightly began to part once again, as if unseen fingers were slowly opening. The cool touch of night slithered over her bare skin, yet Kai did not make any effort to close her robe. Soon it was fully revealing her, the heavy curve of breasts, taut belly, slender hips, and the pale red curls of the downy hair that covered her nether regions.

The darkness seemed to close in around her, to cloak her from any prying eyes from the Keep, frustrating the watcher, but he knew that the Master was with her, she was well protected. Where as most would found the night, and the breeze haunting, chilling, she found it comforting and warm. Kai found the heat within her rising, which often happened when she ventured into the wood surrounding the Keep. She did not quite understand it, understand why, but it was an urge, a feeling, that she could not fight, nor resist.

The Bird flew from her shoulder, coming to rest on the lowest branch of a nearby tree, ebony eyes watching her, every move, every curve. Kai felt as if a trance had come over her, and she sunk slowly to the cool damp grass of the small clearing. A flicker of moonlight gently danced over her near naked form, as if licking, tasting, the sweetness of her skin. Kai let her head fall back, long red hair mingling with the green of the grass behind her, as one hand traveled over her body, fingertips lightly trailing along the flesh of her belly, pausing, before seeking to glide within the pale red curls of her most intimate place. Her legs bent at the knee and parted widely, as she arches her back, her fingers dip within the folds of her sex, bringing forth a low, purring moan. Those slender lengths were soon damp from her arousal as she strokes them along her slit, pleasuring her now swollen clit, and then letting one, then two, disappear within her, this bringing forth a lust filled cry.

For many minutes, Kai sat upon the grass, her body trembling, quaking, rocking, as she touched and caressed herself. She did not understand why she did this, nor what sensations drove her to it. She only understood the electric like jolts of pleasure that coursed thru her, her breathing deepening as her arousal deepened, her body shuddering as it approached climax... when she indeed did orgasm, she fell back, her spine curling up as she arches, hips lifting as if offering herself to some unseen lover, a lover who even now was watching, in the form of a large black Bird.

 

[Mhorashty]

Demok watched with lustful brimmes eyes. He desired her. So what kept him from transforming before? Revealing himself to her? Taking what he so desired. Fear. Fear of rejection. Surely as time went on she would grow to enjoy his caress, and his company. But he felt something deeper for her. Something he hadn't felt in a long, long time.

Love.

Even now his twisted, dark soul yearned for her. For her embrace, to look up in her eyes and see the same love that ached in his breast. But his fear of her rejection kept him trapped in the feathered avian body of Demok. If his lessers could see him now, cowed by the fear of rejection of a beautiful human. No being in the depths equalled him, his name even when uttered quietly brought trembles to even the most faithful.

All he could do..

.. is watch, and lust.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Her voice released as her climax overtook her, crying out into the darkness, to the moon, the stars, the dark bird that watched her. Crying out to the heavens.. the orgasm was shuddering, her body quaking, a flood of juices flowing over her fingers. Her breath caught as she moaned, her face, her skin, flush with her heat. Falling back into the grass, heart wildly beating, her breathing coming in deep gasps, the orgasm finally waned, and passed, leaving Kai weak, yet satiated, at least for the time being.

It was never quite as good as the dreams, but the dreams had ceased the last several days. She was unsure why, but maybe this would bring the dreams back.

She slowly got to her feet, brushing herself off, gliding slender, still wet fingers thru her long crimson hair. The robe fluttered open about her, the breeze now enjoying the fondling of her breasts, the taste of her sex. The chill felt good, and Kai allowed the breeze to have it's fill of her, before she drew closed the silken wrap and turned back toward the Keep.

The Watcher had heard her cries, knew that she had again, pleasured herself.

The Watcher knew that HE had seen, and felt jealous. Why her? The Watcher thought. Why her and not.....

Thoughts were interrupted as Kai approached. She was singing, a light, pretty song, that seemed to part the darkness before her. She ascended the steps to the balcony once more, pausing there, the dark bird was no where to be seen at the moment. Kai looked up at the moon, feeling her own slick juices gliding down her inner thighs.

Already she was becoming aroused again, maybe the dreams would come again... maybe...


The Watcher

 

[Mhorashty]

A pair of barely tangable arms folded around the Watcher. Shadows crept forth and extinguished every light that could possibly cast a beam upon the creature that crawled forth from the darkness, his voice was deep, chilling, and angry "Simple enough. Because you ask why not. You do not believe in me enough to trust the plans that I have... that is why you will never reign at my side. On your knees, perhaps, but never as an equal at my side..."

Shadowed claws ripped through her beautiful, thin, silk dress. The wicked talons cutting into her flesh as well. Spilling her burning-hot, crimson, blood down her pale, smooth flesh. A low hiss in her ear from him was enough to send her to her knees, with him still behind her. His clawwed hands slid up her body as she fell, tearing skin all the way up to her beautiful neck. One strong hand wrapped around her delicate throat. "I am the first and oldest rebel. While I am greatful to your ancestors for granting me a physical form, never forget I am the one you serve. The one who's name you spill blood for, the one you corrupt the good, god fearing populas for."

She could feel his body form behind her from the shadows. He crouched down behind her and ran his other pale, strong, human hand down her bloody chest, cupping her left breast. He growled into her ear and grinded his lenght into her buttocks. His voice was softer now, but just as chilling and just as angry, "Do you still swear your life and soul to me? Child who I protected, who I gave wealth and beauty? Child who hopes to serve me eternally..."

He hardened as he could hear her labored pants, feel her pounding pulse in his hand. She'd always been loyal. Always. Not like the others. She had been special and it had earned her a place in his heirarchy... but his anger was feirce and brutal, and he knew that space could be just as easily filled by another...

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

The Watcher's body tensed, feeling His embrace about her. She had not sensed Him enter, she had not sensed Him slithering thru the shadows. She had been lost in her own thoughts, she had been lost in her own wants, her own needs. That was not what mattered. What mattered was serving Him, pleasing Him.. She knew better, yet she had strayed, and He had caught her.

The darkness followed Him, as it always did, smothering the light, and bathing her in His embrace, in His shadows.

His voice dripped within her ear, low, growling, and filled with rage. She closed her eyes, as He enveloped her, trying to deny the fear, the loathing, the love, the worship, that she felt.

She hated worshipping Him, yet she did, she loved Him, she hungered for Him... she offering herself to Him always... her existance was to serve Him, her life was in submission to Him.. He controlled her very existance...

Razored claws rip into her, tearing free the silken shift she wore, as well as into her flesh, bringing forth her life's blood, heated, flowing, sweet with her fear. Watcher or not, she was mortal, she could, and would, die, should He desire, should He desire to feed upon her, to rip her apart.

"Simple enough. Because you ask why not. You do not believe in me enough to trust the plans that I have... that is why you will never reign at my side. On your knees, perhaps, but never as an equal at my side..."

"I am the first and oldest rebel. While I am greatful to your ancestors for granting me a physical form, never forget I am the one you serve. The one who's name you spill blood for, the one you corrupt the good, god fearing populas for."

He had heard, felt, understood every thought she had. Her mind, her heart, her soul, her very being was not hers. She belonged, in entirety, to Him, she always had. Yet still Kai... was the chosen, the sacrafice. Kai, who knew not that He existed, except in her dreams perhaps. But even that thought, as it slowly formed and found voice in her head, was heard and felt by Him...

A hiss in her ear was all that was needed to bring the Watcher to her knees, the Creature, still behind her, raking the length of her spine with those talons as she lowered, waiting for her to scream, and she knowing, that if she did, that agonizing scream would announce her death.

Her breath caught as His hand curled so easily around the delicate, and bare, column of her throat.

Most of His.... slaves... carried a mark about their throats, a mark given by Him.... the Watcher was different. Her mark, born of worship and submission, was not visable to the human, mortal, eye. Her mark had been sliced into her soul at the moment she had begged to be His, the moment in time when He took her, screaming, into His embrace and made her His...

Kai, bore no mark. The sacrafice was to remain pure until He marked her Himself, at her taking.

"Do you still swear your life and soul to me? Child who I protected, who I gave wealth and beauty? Child who hopes to serve me eternally..."

He rocked into her as He spoke, she could feel Him, His hardened length, would He rape her, again? Would He make her scream in all consuming pleasure? Or would He drive Himself deep into her while tearing her throat out, feeding on her fear, her lust, her submission, her life?? She felt Him tightening His deadly embrace about her throat, while His other hand, dripping in her heated, flowing blood, reached around to possess her left breast, fondling, as a lover would, the tips of His claws brushing over the delicate nipple. His voice had calmed, for her beauty was one thing that did tend to calm His rage, His anger.... She felt tears sting her cheeks... hot tears of shame and humiliation...

He doubted her... doubted her loyalty to Him... when in reality the Watcher loved the Creature so much, it hurt her inside.

She reached up, wrapping her own hand over His, which still claimed her throat, her breath, her life. She tightened the grip, feeling the razored tips of His claws penetrate the flesh, bringing forth her life giving blood....

"I give You my life, soul, my very essence Master.... forgive my straying thoughts.... I am weak when without You... Master... I would die without You... I would die for You... I would die at one word from You... Master"

Her voice wavered as the blood flowed. She weakened... perhaps He did wish her to die... perhaps her straying thoughts had condemned her. "I love You ... my Master" she whispered, trembling in His embrace, in His darkness. "I love.......... You.... "

 

[Mhorashty]

He could feel her blood beginning to drip down his fingers, from the small slices his nails had caused on her delicate neck. He licked his lips hungarly as he listened to her honeyed words. "I give You my life, soul, my very essence Master.... forgive my straying thoughts.... I am weak when without You... Master... I would die without You... I would die for You... I would die at one word from You... Master"

Her voice wavered as the blood flowed. She weakened... perhaps He did wish her to die... perhaps her straying thoughts had condemned her. "I love You ... my Master" she whispered, trembling in His embrace, in His darkness. "I love.......... You.... "

His hunger poured forth from his mouth in a primal, animalistic growl. His left, blood drenched hand slide slowly down over her taut stomach and between her lovely thighs. His wickedly clawed talons lightly caressed the lips of her nether region. His growl continued as slowly his mortal form began to shed around him. His body quaked and shook behind her as he tried to retain a semblence of a human form.

He could feel her love, her lust, her desire. He could also feel that which seperated him from them. The spark of the creator. It was something that was far to powerful for him to take by force.. it was something which granted him strength, and power... something he prized. Something he could only gain from his followers...

"You have always served me so loyally. You will not die today. Your mission is not complete. I have need of you. I need you to keep after Kai until she is ready to accept me... ready to reign beside me. That is all she has been groomed for. It's what your family has worked towards for centuries. To have someone of your family line at my side... You will not be forgotten when I take this world.. I promise you that..." His hand loosened from around her neck. The wounds he'd caused faded and healed, but the blood remained.. his lenght pressed between her firm buttocks, he whispered softly and calmly into her ear, "Do you remember the first night I had you... When I made you truly mine?"

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

I love You ... my Master" she whispered, trembling in His embrace, in His darkness. "I love.......... You....

She felt Him tremble, as her words fed Him strength, fed Him power. Her head hung down slightly as she released her hand from over His, her pale, nearly white, blonde hair tumbled forward, veiling her face as she whispered... "I love You.... MMMMMaster"... Her body was quivering now, as He slid a hand downwards, letting His taloned fingers dip within the tender, vunerable, delicious folds of her pussy...

She could feel the chill of His breath in her ear, the same chill as death, when it came for your soul. The touch of His now cool lips, the slither of a forked tongue.. the Watcher moaned then, a sound that hungered for Him, a sound that begged for Him, a sound that came from the very depths of her being... "please" she begged for Him, as His hand relaxed about her throat, "please"

"You have always served me so loyally. You will not die today. Your mission is not complete. I have need of you. I need you to keep after Kai until she is ready to accept me... ready to reign beside me. That is all she has been groomed for. It's what your family has worked towards for centuries. To have someone of your family line at my side... You will not be forgotten when I take this world.. I promise you that..."

The Watcher sighed at His words. She had almost broken her family line, had almost tainted and spoiled the blood that flowed within her own veins. The blood of a slave, a servant, submissive to the One... to HIM.

Her Father, her Father's Father.. Her family had served Him, submitted to Him, fed Him, worshipped Him, from nearly the very beginning. Even her name...yes the Watcher had a name... Rothe Verin, meant, slave to the Evil. Long before Rothe, the Watcher, was even born, or conceived, her soul was promised to the Creature, to .... Him. Her family had summoned Him, offered Him life, power, strength, their blood, their souls... her family knelt before Him, submissive and begging, suffering and worshipping... He fed from them, He gained power from them.

Her birth was predicted. She would be the Watcher, born several years before the Sacrafice, Kai. Rothe Verin would be at His side, at His feet, for Him she would keep the Sacrafice safe, she would nurture, befriend, protect, Kai.... It was her destiny, Rothe had no choice ... nor did she wish one, at least that was what she was taught from the first moments she could understand.

She had grown in His shadow, learned from His voice, craved His touch.... But...

Rothe had never, not even to this day, laid eyes upon her Master. Always He was bathed in shadow, always hidden from her site. He blinded her to Him, even tho she begged, pleaded to see Him. The answer was always NO.

Rothe, even now, a Watcher of the Prized One, the Sacrafice, Kai, could not see her Master. She felt His touch, His chilling breath, His taloned fingers as she moaned, her body rocking obscenely to His stroking, but her eyes would not be graced with His vision...

"I am Yours... Master" she purred, begged, whimpered... "I have always been Yours... Thank You for Your mercy Master, in my time of .. weakness" she sobbed, bitter heated tears spilling down her cheeks. She had almost let her own needs and desires, destroy her...

His voice hushed into her ear, a soothing sound, meant to calm her racing heart, to dry her shame filled tears...

"Do you remember the first night I had you... When I made you truly mine?"

Rothe's eyes closed tightly as the memory came crashing into her... That night, so many years ago now... was the night her life began, the night He marked her soul, the night He took her, and made her truely His, the night He deemed her worthy enough, loyal enough, to kneel at His feet.....

She had been left, within the circle, deep in the darkness of the forest. This night even the moon would not show. Rothe was terrified, even tho she had been serving Him, learning from Him, worshipping Him, for the better part of her young life. She was dressed in silken white, to show her virginity, so that any looking upon her, whether angel or demon, mortal or otherwise, would know she was pure, untouched. Her virginity was a powerful force, and it would be for Him, and only Him.

She had hoped, prayed, and begged, to be able to see Him when He took her, when He ripped into her. But that... was not to be.

She felt the chill first that night, as it curled about her trembling form, this followed by the blinding darkness. It was His touch that she felt first, His touch that alerted her that her Lord and Master was there... His razor sharp, taloned, clawed... touch....

"Master.... " she had whimpered....

It was that whimper, dripping with hunger, need, lust, that awakened Him, that enflamed Him.

He was behind her, His claws raking her back as He pushed her foward, blood flowing for the first time... taking her to her knees, her hands and knees. The pristine white silk flowed over her body as she gasped, knowing this would not be an act of love making, He would claim her as His, raping her, tearing into her, making her scream.. for the first and only time she would be allowed to.

With a hellish roar, the Creature pushed into her... she hissing in her breath as her body.. her sex.. stretched around the girth of His cock... her eyes rolled back as she felt the penetration... she was slick and wet.. amazingly... but tight as a vice... The pain burned into her, as her body tried to accept what was happening... releasing another flood of her slippery fluids around His still pushing cock.

And....

She screamed, a howling sound that lifted to the silent, dark, heavens above. That only brought another roar from her Master, as He pulled back, and thrust forward, breaking thru, taking her virginity. She felt the ripping.. the tearing, the spilling of her virginal, pure, chaste, blood, coating His cock, feeding Him her essence, her life, her ... soul.... and her back arches as she screams again, and again, and again....

Her tight grasp about Him was exquisite.. the warm sensation of her blood ...her moaning, screaming, crying... His cock was now imbedded deeply inside her... she looked up into the darkness as He began to pump ever so slowly inside her... an almost gentle rocking motion...

Why...why was He being so gentle with her... her twisting mind wondered... ??? She was on the verge .... on the verge of giving herself to Him totally, completely, she only had to utter it, to whisper it, to beg for it.....

His voice whispered in her ear.. as His cock moved inside the dripping walls of her sex...

"Say your mine Rothe." The Creature hissed as he pumped into her slowly. "Say you will always be mine. That you want me forever." He murmered in her ear.

It was then that she realized... what she had done... what had just happened... that the Creature, that she worshipped, had taken her virginity... willingly she had opened herself to Him... and bled for Him...

She tried to scream.. but instead... she whispered to Him... "I.. am Yours... Master... I will always be Yours... I want... need... You.. forever"... tears formed in her eyes as she spoke... as His cock slid deep inside her again.. His body and hers.. rocking in unision... the sensations of Him.. rolling His hips... thrusting His cock into her ... into the wetness.. her pussy wrapping around Him like a velvet glove...

This was meant to be... she had been born for this Creature... each pass of His cock thru her silken folds... and inside her... only strengthened that chain of dominance, the shadow of evil that enveloped her....

Rothe bit her lower lip and lets her scream be heard once more.. a scream of torment... along with a scream of pleasure... He felt so good inside her.. her own body was rocking .. bucking under His... He felt her draw Him in deeper... the muscles massaging His thrusting cock... she had closed her eyes again as the Creature took her...and the young slave was enjoying it..

"ROTHE. Cum for me, Cum now, with your Master." He hissed and began fucking her faster as he felt the sensations building to their climax.

The orgasm raced thru her as His words hissed out of His fanged mouth... she howled her torment ... and her submission.. as her body violently spasmed... her pussy clamping down around Him.. He could feel every wild beat of her heart thru those tight walls... a heated flood of her juices... her passion... coated His throbbing cock.. her head thrown back.. the supple column of her throat vibrates as she screams out to the Creature.....

"OHHHHHHHHHHH GODSSSSSSSSS MASTERRRRRR!!!!!" she screamed.. her voice again building to that lust filled shriek.... It would be her final scream....

Rothe, the Watcher, remembered well the night He had taken her and made her His. She remembered, as the orgasm shook her to her very core, Him reaching in, and carving His mark within her soul. She remembered the agonizing pain tearing thru her as He filled her with His evil, boiling seed until she collasped under Him, her sex overflowing from her own climax and His....

"Master... I remember" she managed to moan as He continued to stroke her, her wetness now flowing from her, dripping from His still bloodied fingers....

 

[Mhorashty]

He tapped into her once more and watched as she relived the memory. The memory of her rape. The rape of her soul and body. He smiled. She was exactly what he'd always hoped for. She was the perfect vessel. The perfect protector. The perfect watcher for his Queen. He felt how slick and wet she'd become. His essence wrapped around them, concealing them in shadow. His clawed talon sunk inbetween those velvet folds. His forked tongue ran up over her bloodied neck, cleaning her life giving essence from her skin. He released her neck fully and brought her hand around behind her and placed it on his throbbing member. He spread his darkened leathery wings and bowed his head slightly, rubbing his face in her hair and breathing her in...

... his tail curled around her thigh, he withdrew his curved finger and brought his hand back up to her breast, squeezing tightly, his claws digging into her flesh, biting gently. His tail slowly pushed up and caressed between her moist folds. He snarled softly, the scent of brimstone surrounded them. The cold that had bathed his body for more years than any human could ever possibly dream of recounting pressed into her back. This would be the closest to revealing himself to her that she would be graced with today.. and probably until he finally claimed Kai.

"Rothe." The power in his voice flowed out of him and into her. Passed forth from Master to Slave. He would share this moment with her, let her have a taste of his true power, he would entice her with that taste and she would long for more... forever. His voice traveled and touched her deep within her core. He caressed it, stoked it, enticed it from a burning torch to a raging inferno.

His hand moved up to her mouth, he pushed one of his clawed fingers between her lips. One of his fingers, which dripped with her juices and her blood... his other clawed hand settled upon her hip, his nails bit into her flesh slightly. He held her infront of him and growled into her ear... "Ask for it Rothe... Beg for it..."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Deep in her chest, her heart was wildly pounding, so loudly that the sound was almost deafening. He moved in closer to her, drawing her against His body, she feeling the texture of His skin, and even the beat of His own heart, if one could call it that.

Her name growled from His lips... "Rothe"... or ... did it...??? Or was she hearing him seep into her mind once more, where He had control....

She felt the slither of His tongue, long, snakelike, forked, caress her throat, feeding from the blood that dripped there, yet no more flowed... Her hand came to rest behind her, slender fingers wrapping about His engorged cock. Her breath caught at that, she had never, never been allowed to touch Him this way. Always when He took her, it was for His pleasure and not her own. She was not allowed to look, nor touch...

"Master" she whimpered, as her hand began to stroke Him, the softness of her palm gliding along the throbbing, pulsing, hard surface of His cock. His leather wings descended about them, encasing her within, embracing her... His tail curled upwards, snaking higher about her thigh... to play along the now soaking, dripping folds of her sex, where His talon had just been ... She was lost, lost in the sensations He was allowing her to feel for the first time.

She felt... wanted.... by the Creature... and that sealed her bond to Him, her loyalty, her everything to Him....

Pain, Blood, Want, Need, Desire, Lust, Jealousy, Love....

Nothing else mattered to her anymore except Him.... The rush of power that flowed off her surrounded both her and Him.....The rush of power she offered to Him.....her power, her life's essance..the strength of her love, offered from the very depths of her being... offered to the Creature as He slid a long, dripping, taloned, finger into her accepting lips....

"Ask for it Rothe... Beg for it..."

Her mouth closed about His finger, hungrily the girl suckled it deep, cradling it with her tongue, tasting herself, her lust... Her one hand still stroked Him, slowly, steadily, in rhythm with her suckling lips and mouth, her eyes were also closed, and at that moment she stopped wishing to see Him, stopped wanting for herself.. giving in to His will to not allow it, giving in to His total and utter dominance, that if He blinded her permantely, she.. would thank Him for her unseeing eyes...

She did not speak... she did not beg with words.... Her body shuddered, as she leans back against Him, her head coming to rest back upon His mighty shoulder, His wings closing around her now, if one were looking, one could only see Him, He had consumed her completely in His embrace... she reachs up with her other hand, letting the fingers gently play along a fanged jaw...

She needed Him to survive... and she begged Him with her body to allow her to live... when she did speak... her words were muffled about the claw she suckled upon...

"feed from me" .......

She offering Him her life, to make Him all the more powerful, to be able to take His Queen... Kai... who even now stood out in the moonlight, oblivious to what was happening so close by...

 

[Mhorashty]

The sacred power that she offered him so freely beckoned to him. Tonight, after he claimed the peice of the devine that she possessed he would take his Queen. He would have enough power to show her everything...

His eyes widened slightly as he felt her hand around his engorged member, he gazed down at her, his eyes staring through her, into her. Into her very soul. He watched as his dark hand passed into that etherial place and closed around her. Slowly the power sunk into his hand and he absorbed it into his very core. He then tore away a small peice of Hell itself and placed it inside of her, the entire process brought a shiver to him and her, and a hellish painful scream from creation itself...

He took this moment to lift her. His tail pushed itself inbetween her dripping nether lips, it pushed and pushed until it filled her pussy. He lifted her off of the ground with his hands and aide from his tail which twitched and moved inside of her. Slowly it began to withdraw and he lowered her back to the ground. As his dripping wet tail sprung forth from her depths, dripping with her juices he pushed her forward over the table and smiled darkly.

He was almost drunk on the power she'd given him. He guided his massive tip between her dripping pussy lips, while his slick tail flicked back and forth slowly curling around between them both and slithering between the firm cheeks of her buttocks. "Yes... this night Rothe.. this night my Queen will be taken. You've given me the power, and in return.. I will give you something. I will give you what you desire..."

Slowly he leaned forward and both his tail and his large, throbbing, rough member pushed into her openings. Tonight he would fuck her for her pleasure, not just his own. He would also mark her body and soul. When she arrived in hell, she would serve at his side.... as a Succubus. "As ready as always..." He said as he slowly sheathed himself in her dripping heated sex... He felt her vice like pussy accept him and a slow, soft, growl passed between those vaguely human lips.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Rothe closed her eyes as the words slipped, unbidden, from her lips. "Feed from me"... she knew that could mean death to her, but that mattered not, all that mattered to the whimpering, moaning girl caught in the embrace of a Spawn from hell was that He be pleased, He be fed, He be all the more powerful.

She felt Him, felt His power enter her, slithering around her soul like the tongue of the serpent He was.. drinking from her, her essence, her life, the glow of light that all mortal's had, a heavenly sliver that alighted a mortal's soul, it was that light that He drank, that He devoured, that He savoured from the girl, who instead of screaming, as most would, only moaned softly, a submissive begging sound...

When He placed the flicker of the fire from the pits from where He came, again Rothe did not scream, even tho deep inside, her soul, engulfed in that flame, was screaming, an agonized, despairing sound that one could see if one were to gaze into her eyes, her nearly lifeless eyes...that scream echoed the howl from creation itself....

He lifted her, His tail pushing, exploring, within the silken folds of her sex, nuzzling, nestling, until it trust upwards and inside her, her body arching back in His embrace, her breath catching as her eyes snapped open, staring upwards.. seeing nothing... nothing but the darkness that surrounded her... she was desperate to see Him, to look within His eyes as He took her, but again, that was not to be....

His tail filled her, her body pulsing around the length, thick droplets of her lubrication slithered down over the surface, she riding the appendage, until He allowed her feet to rest back on the floor, His tail leaving her... leaving her empty... so utterly empty and alone... her head dropping forward as she cried... sobbed... begged for Him...

"please MMMMmaster... I hunger for You.... I need You.... please...."

He pushed her forward, over the table nearby, her torso and head coming to rest on the hard surface... long pale blonde hair coming loose of the braid that she usually kept it trapped within, spilling out around her... she grasped the table, for a moment unsure if He would mount and take her, or punish her, for her earlier indescretions...

"Yes... this night Rothe.. this night my Queen will be taken. You've given me the power, and in return.. I will give you something. I will give you what you desire..."

He pushed within her, His length, throbbing, thick, the head round and dark, forcing within the tightness of her pussy, she opening to Him, her body taking Him in, surrounding that length in a tight grasp of wetness, silken warmth, pulsing with every beat of her mortal heart, as the blood rushed, as her desire heightened... Rothe clawed at the table as the Creature buried Himself inside her... slowly, deliberately taking His time, letting her feel every inch of Him as He rocked forward... Rothe saw His wings lower around the table, vibrating slightly from the sensations of her supple body accepting, drawing in.. His cock...

Rothe was not used to the gentleness that the Creature, her Master, was displaying... When He mounted and took her, it was often with such vicious brutality, she coming out of the ordeal torn and bleeding, only His power keeping her from being ripped apart and perishing... Rothe did not know what pleasure during fucking could feel like, for He always satisfied His own primal need, and not her own, something the slave accepted willingly...

This was entirely different.....

"MMMMaster... I.... I don't understand... " she whimpered, as His heavy balls finally come to rest against her, He fully inside the slave's sex, her cervix, the very entrance to her womb, quivering against the head of His cock...

"my desire is nothing more than to be Yours" ... altho to see Him was her other desire, to be able to look within His eyes, see His face, both human and Beastial... something she knew that the sacrafice.. Kai.. would be able to do...

 

[Mhorashty]

Her confusion was delightful. He'd truly done a magnificent job with this girl. She didn't understand anything except the most base needs and desires that he unleashed upon her. He felt her silken warmth around him, convulsing. He slowly withdrew his entire lenght from her with a labored soft hiss.

He would delight in this, nearly as much as he would have from just raping this poor girl. Rothe. His servant, now his eternal servant. He reached up by her shoulders rested his rough, large, strong hands upon them. His nails dug into the skin of her back as he slowly began to push his throbbing lenght into her once more. After his nails had bit deep into her flesh he ripped them down along her back.. but not just the back of her phsycial body but the back of her very soul as well... ...from these twin wounds, upon her entry to his court, her wings would rip forth from her back.

He pushed into his gasping vessel until once more his hips met hers. He held her tightly to him and allowed his prehensile tail to do some work. The wet tip of his tail pushed between her asscheeks and began to pentrate her there as well.. pushing and wiggling it's way into her rear. The beast's back arched, pushing both appendages in slightly more. A low soft growl poured forth from the creature's fanged jaws. "Ah! A perfect fit Rothe. As usual."

His hands came to rest upon her hips. His thumbs both pressed together above the base of her tail bone, sinking those wicked nails into the flesh, marking her there as well. A tail for his wicked little pet. He was slowly crafting the demonic visage she would have when in his court with care.. all the while enjoying himself. Slowly he began to rock his hips forward, and back. His pulsing, throbbing lenght began to glide within her velvet walls...

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

She wanted to scream... desperately needed to scream... as the Creature, the Hellspawn... as her Master... ripped into her back with His talons, the razor sharp claws easily drawing open the flesh... but it was not that, not that at all, that made Rothe want to scream loud enough to be saved by the heavens above.

As His talons tore her flesh open, her soul was severed, rendered open and splayed by the Spawn... and Rothe felt her very essence, that made her human, that made her moral, spilling out. She wanted to howl in pain, in despair, in agony, but her voice would not come... she tried to beg for mercy, but again, her voice would not come... the only sound she could utter was a sad, deep, moan, that was drawn out of her by the feel of His cock, burying within her once more as He bucked His hips forward....

"Ah! A perfect fit Rothe. As usual."

She convulsed, spasmed against Him, she staring blankly into the darkness around her, a darkness that slithered into her, a darkness that possessed her.

His hands came to rest upon her hips, again digging deeply into the flesh, her back arching as she came up and off the table as He marked her once more, her mouth open in that silent, horrible scream...

His tail, almost it's own entity, began to slide between the curve of her ass cheeks, her own aroused fluides, heated and slick, coating it as it pushed, seeking to gain entrance into her ass. Rothe bit at her lower lip, trying to fight back the pain, as well as the pleasure. For both, intense, searing pain, and the deepening pulse of passion and pleasure were flooding thru her now.... as His tail slid inside the tightness of her ass...

He was bucking into her, His body and hers rocking in unision.. she could feel heat, and pleasure.... obscene, evil pleasure, disguised as pain, racing thru her.. her body, her sex, pulsing, undulating around His moving cock, each beat of her heart could be felt embracing Him as He took her... It was as if the silken walls of her sex breathed, and breathed only for Him....

She had never felt so filled, so complete, so His.. than she did at this moment, as He mated her... raping her soul in the process.


Raping her soul......

And her soul.... SCREAMED.....


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Kai had remained out the outer balcony, unaware of the Creature, the Spawn, that even now was taking Rothe.

Rothe she knew well, she was one of the few friends that she had, someone that Kai enjoyed being around, trusted, over almost any other, family or friend. Rothe was older, more expierenced, and was always there when Kai needed her, even in the mid of the night, when she could not sleep. Rothe seemed to like the darkness of night almost as much as she herself did.

She had almost gone to find Rothe, both before and after her walk into the woods. Even now she was not sure why she had not.

"I don't want to disturb her sleep" she rationalized to herself, figuring that if Rothe were awake she would have already come out here to keep her company.

Kai heard the scream, or thought she did. She stopped mid step, she had been about to turn around and head down to her own door, back to her own room, when the sound tore into her mind, tearing it's way thru.... Kai's eyes widened in surprise and pain, she clutching her head, falling to her knees, gasping... her own scream came bubbling to the surface and then erupting past her trembling lips, echoing out..... deep.... desperate...

....the sound, Kai's scream .... slammed back into Rothe and the Spawn......

 

[Mhorashty]

The Creature laughed. His feeding upon her essence making him slightly power drunk, he was delighting in the physical, mental, and spiritual pain he was causing his servant. He felt her pulsing around him, both her tight, vice-like pussy as well as her tight ass. His body trembled slightly, this night would surely be one that he felt he would remember... as much as the night he took physical form once more.

He withdrew himself entirely from the sheath of her openings and smiled darkly, the fires from the pit burned deeply in it's eyes. As her soul cried out, the creature slammed itself back into her as forcefully and deeply as he could...

...He was getting ready to slam into her again when that second scream hit him. He reared back, his wings flared out.. clawed talons clasped to the side of his head as the sacrifice's scream hit him. His body rocked and was jolted as it physically hit with the force of her soul's cry in return.. his fanged mouth ripped wide open, trying to cry out in agony as well... agony that he hadn't felt since the pit itself...

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Kai fell unconscious.. she writhing on the balcony floor in what could been seen as agony.. physically, she was fine, there was not a mark on her, but the scream that had torn into her soul, and the blinding pain that had followed as ... for a moment only.... she had connected with Rothe, her watcher, her protector, and felt what Rothe herself was enduring, even tho Rothe, was gaining pleasure from what her Master was putting her thru, her soul was in despairing pain, and had reached out to the only soul close enough, and strong enough, to maybe.... just maybe... help her... Kai's...

Deep within the sacrafice, an unseen power awakened, blinked and sat up, looking around at the surrounding she found herself in. London, that much she knew.. but this was not the city, but in fact the country side, and moreso, it was the Mansion, a place she knew well. She glanced down at the unconscious girl, who was breathing deeply, and smiled at her.. It was best that she be out cold, and not see, nor remember anything, she was not quite ready yet for what she must endure.

What was this power? That had been hidden deep inside of Kai? She looked almost angelic, with the same mane of deep fire red hair that surrounded her pale face like a halo.. A ghostly visage of the sacrafice, she was the soul of the girl, or at least the light within that soul. Another had screamed out for her, and she would respond...

She followed the sounds, the panting, the moaning, and the scream that came from the Creature Itself... It took her a moment to find Him, taloned hands clawing into His own head, wings shuddering, Rothe, was gasping and crying, still impaled by the Spawn... her orgasm having exploded thru her at the moment the answering scream from Kai had hit, her own fluids soaking down the length of the Spawn's still buried cock... The girl was exhausted, marked and damned, she had nearly died giving herself to her Master this night, she needed.... rest...

Rothe collasped to the floor, it felt as if someone had taken her within an angel's embrace and lain her gently to the floor, both her Master's cock and tail gliding free of her body.. She was trembling, curling up, sobbing quietly now... whispering to her Master, who at the moment, could not hear her... A hand, Kai's hand, silenced the watcher's hushed sounds, allowing the girl to rest, to heal... allowing her peace, at least for this blessed moment.

He, Himself was writhing in sheer agony upon the floor, as the scream reverberated in His mind...

A touch from her silenced that scream as she turned those familiar golden eyes down to Him....

"see what You have caused" she quietly said, as He looked up to her..... "pain and despair, always follows You... " It was as if she knew Him, and in fact, her soul did know Him, well, she was to be His Queen afterall....

Outside, Kai slept soundly.....

 

[Mhorashty]

He looked up at her from his knee's and something dark crossed his face. Anger. Perhaps? "see what You have caused" she quietly said, as He looked up to her..... "pain and despair, always follows You... " It was as if she knew Him, and in fact, her soul did know Him, well, she was to be His Queen afterall....

"You.. aren't supposed to be awake yet." She was right. Pain and Despair always followed in his wake. It was how most of the Inquisitors and Demon Hunters always followed him.. they followed his patterns of carnage and eventually would catch up too him. He had yet to actually encounter one who could stand up to him, but he had encountered a few. He stared at the angelic vision who was to be his Queen...

...she was to be Queen of Hell and rule beside him... for all eternity. After the Cataclism when God and the Pious abandoned the Earth it would also become his to rule...

He wetted his demonic, barely human lips and stood slowly. He had to crouch in the room just so it could contain his height. He growled a bit in frustration as his eyes found those golden hues. "It has been a long time since we last saw eachother... If I remember correctly the last time was before my fall." He reached out with one of his wickedly clawed hands and caressed the smooth skin of her angelic face. "I've missed you..."

He stepped closer to her and let his demonic visage melt away slowly. He stood before her in the form that she had last seen him in. His Angelic form. The form he wore when he was an Angel of the Host. When he was THE angel of the host. He who was held most high above all other...

"The last person who spoke to me like you just have was Mikhail. My Second in Command, who I imagine is still bragging about his 'victory' over me. He was always trying to dethrone me. Trying to take my position... I suppose he has it now..." He stared out quietly for a moment, lost in his memories of Heaven.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"The last person who spoke to me like you just have was Mikhail. My Second in Command, who I imagine is still bragging about his 'victory' over me. He was always trying to dethrone me. Trying to take my position... I suppose he has it now..." He stared out quietly for a moment, lost in his memories of Heaven.

She said nothing, instead just watching His eyes, as the memories flooded them. She remembered the battle, if one wanted to call it that, it was more like an apocalipse... it was bloody and horrific, not something she wanted to remember, not something she wished to relive. When good and evil came together, it was seldom a good thing.

This world, London, and everywhere else, saw it's share of good verus evil, everyday battles that were fought and won or lost. Souls that either entered the Holy or were damned to the Pits below. It was a war, a battle that was destined to be fought, and destined to continue until the end of time. It was that simple.

The soul that lived within Kai, within the sacrafice, was not a new soul, which was the norm when people were born. New souls, allowed to make the choice themselves, the choice between good and evil...and whether they believed it or not, there was always a choice to be made. Kai's soul was sent from the Holy, into the moral body of the sacrafice.... why??

Because she once loved Him. Before the mightly battle. Before Mikhail took control, before He was cast down to suffer forever. She had loved Him. She still did, even tho she knew what He was, and what she was to become.

She did not want to be His Queen, not under those conditions, not knowing that she would loose who and what she was in the process. To become His Queen, she would have to surrender this soul, Kai's soul, her soul... She had no intention of doing that. She hoped, to bring Him back, back to the Holy. It would not be an easy task....

Not to mention the fact that... she still loved Him, and Kai.... knew nothing about Him.... yet...... and once she reentered the sacrafice's body, she had no power, she was at the mercy of the mortal, and ..... Him....

Only when the desperate call to her, can she pull free and interact, as Rothe had done.

His touch, the gentle caress of talon to her cheek made her purr softly, for she remembered His touch well. She let her head lean to that touch, as He continued to let the memory of what He had lost, slowly fill His mind. Her eyes meeting His, feeding Him that memory.. of Heaven... of her... of her and Him, together, as they both once were...

"Matters not who commands, not to me..." she whispered finally... letting the softness of her voice mingle with that memory deep in His mind... "only You mattered to me..... "

 

[Mhorashty]

Some of the darkness, the anger, the hate, the betrayel seemed to fade from his eyes as he stared deeper into hers. His hand continued to play softly along her cheek and her jawline. He stepped closer, his body pressing against her's slightly as everything came rushing back to him. Glimpses of Heaven stolen from his memory, the sensation of them just touching, being near one another causing everything to flood back to him.

He knew she couldn't possibly understand. None of them could. No one could understand the reasons behind what had occurred and what had spawned that fateful war...

"If only I matter to you, why did you not come to me sooner? I've wandered this earth for two hundred years.. waiting. Waiting for the sacrifice to be born." His forked tongue slithered out of his mouth and caressed along her cheek and finally flicked against her ear.

A memory of one of their couplings flashed through his mind. They had finsihed aiding in the first creation. They had helped the creator make everything, and finally exhausted from pouring so much of himself into those creations the creator rested, giving his first creations a chance to veiw what had been made, as well as just revel in all that had been accomplished...

...He chose that time to be with her. Together they rolled themselves through heaven in reckless abandon. Enjoying eachother, delighting in eachother, finding eachother. The mortal form slowly evolved through the Angelic host, almost every single Angel had taken a more human form, himself included. He was shocked and amazed with what the human form could do, especially when in regards to sex...

Their coupling, the first coupling of two members of the Angelic host caused tremors to be felt even on the Earth. Thunder shook through the clouds as he slowly thrusted his lenght into her moist, tight, velvet sex. Rain fell from the heavens as tears fell from her eyes.. tears of joy, tears of pleasure...

...he remembered the climax, when they both clung to eachother and cried out. Her voice crying out his name echoed between his ears, "Oh! Lucifer!"

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"If only I matter to you, why did you not come to me sooner? I've wandered this earth for two hundred years.. waiting. Waiting for the sacrifice to be born."

She had seen the rage fade as the memories came spiraling back, the rage that He had been feeding on thru Rothe... but as the words left His lips, she could hear a dripping of that rage return... He was standing so close to her, His clawed hand gliding back along her tender cheek, into her long, crimson mane, the silken like strands curling around each finger, caressing... Kai could feel her control slipping, feel His darkness trying to slither around her...

"I had no choice in that, You know that." she said no more than that. She would not reveal that she was sent as a punishment, a punishment for loving Him even after the fall. She could not tell Him that she was sent to try and destroy Him, to save herself. She could not tell Him that she was going to try and save HIM...

His serpent's tongue slid out, touching, tasting, and the whole of her form trembled. She stepped back.. and found the hard surface of a wall at her back, not realizing that He had been slowly backing her up... He was taking control, she could not let that happen.. Her hands came up, angelic wings appearing at the same time, fluttering against that wall, golden, sparkling, a haze of light, her light, gleaming from withing the wingspan, the delicate touch of those raised hands resting to His chest.

She felt a tremor of pure pleasure arc thru her at the touch, as now He fed her the memories, of their first coupling, she in His arms, His angelic embrace, He lowering her to the grass beneath their feet, He was over her, His body looming, she opening to Him, begging for Him... The rocking of His hips forward as He slid the length of Him inside of her, breaking thru her virgin barrier, burying Himself in the tight, satin sheathe of the Angel beneath Him. She had wrapped herself around Him as He rocked, His hips rolling back, only to thrust forward again, and again, and again, deeper each time, the warmth spreading around Him, she cyring out to Him, her wings lifting to close around them as they mated..

Heat... moisture.... passion.... lust.... fire.... light.... darkness... all came together as the Angels made love...

She screaming His name as she climaxed... "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH LUCIFER!!!!"

That had been the start of the fall.

Angels were not to delve into mortal pleasures and emotions.

Mikhail, angered, shimmering with rage, had appeared only moments later, moments after He had spilled His seed into the body of the Angel beneath Him... moments after she had begged Him to fill her...

Mikhail had roared "HOW DARE YOU ENDULGE IN THE PLEASURES OF MORTALS. HOW DARE YOU TAINT A PURE ANGEL" His rage was centered on Lucifer...

Kai shook as the memory twisted and turned in her mind, she finally shaking her head nearly violently to cast it aside. Her eyes, which had clouded over, the light within fading as the memory took hold, suddenly snapped back into focus, He was mere inches from her face... she was trembling....

She lifted her eyes to His... her lips parting, the tip of her tongue gently wetting the pinkened surface...

"I.... never stopped loving You" she barely whispered, feeling the heat of His breath, mingling with her own, their lips, His Demonic, hers Angelic, about to touch...

She was losing control......

 

[Mhorashty]

"If you never stopped loving me... than you are already as damned as I am... if not more. Fore I chose to rebel, you.. you have no real choice in who your heart longs for." He could feel the effect she was having on him, over him. He could feel her tugging at his long atrophied heart strings...

...and something tugged back. He had always hoped she would come join him.. but he always thought it a fool's dream. Now, now he new she would be his. His Queen. Ruling at his side for all eternity. At least, she would be as soon as he went upstairs and took the sacrifice... took her body, mind, and soul. Took her to become a part of what he created...

His lips trembled from being so very close to hers. He ached to brush his lips against hers, his tail flicked back and forth behind him as he continued to caress her face lightly with one taloned hand, the other.. the other hand slide from her neck down along the side of her breast, and then slowly down the side of her stomach to her hip.

He stared passed her, at those glowing angelic wings for a moment. His hand slid over her cheek and then trailed through her beautiful long flowing hair, as he reached the back of her head his balled his hand and her hair into a fist and jerked her head back. His mouth brushed lightly along her chin and neck, he began tasting her divine essence....

"Submit to me."