The Darkest of Love ( Closed for KawaiiChibiLust )

[KawaiiChibiLust]

Wave after wave of pleasure surged through her body. His hands knew every sensitive nook and cranny of her frail curves. Holding back her moans, didnt work too well. In fact, most of the demons could probably hear her cries of sheer enjoyment. Such a strange feeling...though, the more he worked at her, the more better it felt. His fingers brushed over her flower, just the contact of it, was truly incredible.

Even if her vision was blurred, she could see his body. His build was one of a greek god's. But the symbols tattooed on his chest, showed his true nature. A heartless demon. The only passion he knew, was the one of lust. There was much more to it...Maybe one day he would figure it out. Gently, a chime like moan escaped her mouth. Isabelle felt her nether regions moisten with arousal, just with the contact.

Not being able to see what was actually going in her, probably was for the best. If she saw how big he truly was..she would have been scared to death. Feeling him push into her, her eyes shut tightly. Isabelle felt like she was getting ripped apart. Tears pooled at the side of her eyes. Was it really this unpleasing? Wrapping her arms around his back, she dug her nails into his flesh.

 

[TirithIre]

He did not have the same care as anyone else. He was beyond them, and perhaps, beyond redemption. Whom could truly know what the centuries of suffering that he had endured had overcome it. Even as he listened to her moans though he could not help but smirk as he delighted in the sounds that she was making.

As he watched her he knew that she needed much more. His cock pulsed as he shifted, his fingers taking hers, he guided her hand, she feeling how he was sliding her fingers onto her clit, and even as the pain tried to overcome her, he smiled. " The first time is always the hardest. Relax, give yourself to me." He growled gently, and even as he said that, she could feel the fully blunted head of his cock enter her body.

He had amazing control, his cock not moving any further into her, rather he listened to the sound of her heart. " I will teach you..." He purred as his fingers helped hers on her clit to bring pleasure, even as he licked at her neck he seemed to hover over her, his cock pulsing as he slowly, ever so patiently ripped her open one inch at a time, his cock slowly yet surely dissapearing into her!

 

[KawaiiChibiLust]

It was a bit hard to..give herself over to him. She still had the conscious of an angel...She couldnt do this. But it felt..hypnotizing. The smooth silk of his voice. She couldn't help but give into him. Feeling his fingers over her throbbing clitoris. Her head tilted back into a moan. A beautiful sound. Indeed, she had a voice of an angel. Her moan was a mix of pleasure and pain. The pleasure from her clit took her mind off of his giant cock...but still. It hurt.

Each time, he pushed into her little by little. Taking his advice, her body went from tense, to relaxed. Her musceles calmed. Letting him dominate her. Slowly, she felt his rod push into her. Hitting her hymen...After what seemed like forever. The pain began to subside. All she could feel, was him. Taking her innocence...And it felt so..strange.

A feeling in the pit of her stomach throbbed. Her body began to yearn for the pleasure. Quivering as she breathed in his scent. She buried her face into the crick of his neck. Inhaling his essence. Planting, gentle, but hot kisses over his skin, she purred herself. "What are yo waiting for?" she asked, nipping his neck. Letting her fingers glide over his back. Isabelle liked feeling him...hearing his voice speak to her in that voice...everything.

 

[TirithIre]

He rather enjoyed the look of rapture upon his face as he watched her. He could see the understanding, and yet confusion there. After all she shouldn't give herself to him... she had been sent back for some specific reason, one Azazel didn't know, nor care about. Or at least he didn't know that he would come to care about the reason.

Even as she took the rod that was his cock, she could feel it, every inch, every time she relaxed the throbbing tool within her caused her body a deeper, more intimate pleasure then she had ever known. Mortals were bound to having sex with only those that they truly loved, those that they knew that they wanted to spend their lives with. Love was a fickle thing indeed.

He felt her hymen though and paused, he allowing her body to slowly come to the full realization of what he was going to do to her. A sly smile crossed his lips though as she asked him that question, and even as he did he worked over her, planting his hands she saw him lift his handsomely strong body over hers. As their eyes met, there was a moment... a connection that Azazel didn't understand. He would have had it been a very long time ago... but now... now he didn't understand the feeling he had gotten in that moment, so he ignored it.

" I was waiting for you to ask that very question." His voice silkenly purred, she hearing the undertones of lust, the pangs of desire, the growing reaping throbbing desire within him. As he looked to her though it was with those words that he gave one final mighty fel thrust and broke her open, baring her body to womanhood, he taking her angellic virginity as he tore her body asunder.

Asunder with pain, with pleasure, with so many emotions it was overwhelming he was sure, and yet in that moment he did not pause, he did not hesitate, instead she could see his muscles working as his hips lifted, dragging his rod from her slightly, only a few inches before he thrust again, knowing the pleasure would quickly overcome the pain he had caused by fully opening her!

 

[KawaiiChibiLust]

As he lifted himself up...Isabelle felt something odd. Something all too new. As their eyes locked for what seemed like a moment...there was something different in them. She couldn't put her finger on it..but faster then it had come. It was gone. About to answer him, she opened her mouth. But was cut off. Her head was thrown back in a sweet moan. One mixed with pain and lust filled pleasure. As he thrust into her more, she felt her body react in different ways.

Sometimes, it wanted him to stop. Others, wanted him to keep going. It was confusing, but at the same time pleasing. Thrust after thrust. Finally, every trace of pain she had felt before was gone. Only to be replaced by blissful pleasure. Her moans couldnt stop themselves. They spilled form her mouth, floating into both of their ears. Her opening burned in a way of passion as he moved himself in and out of her. Soon sliding with no trouble at all. With her eyes shut. She buried her head into Azazel's neck once more. Breathing in his scent.

Her arms tightened around him more with each passing moment. Both of their bodies seemed to heat with this undeniable pleasure. As he thrust, Isabelle felt a twinge of pleasure shoot through her. Causing her to scream in sheer loss of words. He clearly hit her sweet spot. Shutting her eyes she shook her head. He...he needed to hit that again. She wanted to feel it...More of him..more of the pleasure that he was giving her. Breathing in small, sweet sounding pants, she found herself almost on fire. The heat of their two bodies as one, was unbelievable.

Her hips buckled a bit as he thrust into her harder. All that was in her mind was him, and her. Nothing else oddly enough. Not the fact that this was wrong..not the fact that he wasnt the one she loved...none of that. Her mouth move to gently nibble on his ear lobe. "...Harder..." she cooed in his ear and bit down again hoping he would listen to her. This pleasure was not to be wasted. Every moment of it..counted. The sound of his body crashing against her's began to turn her on more. This Angel, was no where near down.

 

[TirithIre]

He could feel it. Strangely... something he himself didn't even understand, he would have equated it with something close to true... affection. That was a silly thing to consider though, as he both hardly knew her, and that she was the enemy so to speak. This was an affront to his 'holiness' up top... it had been his motivation really to bringing her here in the first place. Yet it had come far from that place.

Yet as he felt her inner muscles relaxing, as he felt her incredibly tight pussy clutching at him in spasmadic patterns, and even as they crashed together, he smirked slightly to her words, he groaning ever so slightly as he closed his eyes, his hips thrusting up into her over and over as he listened. " Hmm, you want harder?" He asked with a grin, she seeing he was quite pleased that she did.

In response she felt his hips tilting, his knees shifting as he braced, and even as he thrust into her over and over again, his cock pulsed as he thrust again, she finding when she had given him that scream he had instinctivly mentally 'marked' that spot inside her, and as he slid his hips deep and hard, his cock's veined shaft rubbed right over that spot as he slammed into her.

Oh he knew how to give it harder, and as he pushed his hands beside her head she could feel how he began to pound into her over and over again, his cock pulsing as he thrust into her, his cock pulsing as he began to pound her, his cock fucking her as he seemed to hover over her. " You want more?" She could tell if she said yes, she might get more then she could handle!

 

[KawaiiChibiLust]

Hearing his low, sultry groan, she felt her insides set ablaze. His voice went through her ears like a song bird's melody. Drawing her to him more and more. It was...such a pleasing sound to hear. It must mean he was enjoying it as much as she was. Even if this was so very wrong....But her judgment was clouded over by lust at the moment..so she didnt really know what to think, when it came to this. To him.

Nodding at his question, she felt him pound into her harder, just like she had asked for. The pleasure level increased by ten fold. Him hitting her special spot every moment. It felt blissful. Moaning softly into his ear, her voice floated through the room. Signaling him she wanted more, much much more. Her moans continued to rise in volume little by little. Soon, she felt him hover over her frail body. Quivering with pleasure. Her eyes locked with his for a moment.

Nodding she purred. "Much more..." she whispered, loud enough for him to hear. Her pleasure level kept rising, but that just made her want more and more. But, Isabelle was sure, that if this kept going on, how much longer could she hold on? The bliss and passion going from their sex was too much to bear. How much more could her body take. The look of his shined body, hearing his pants...watching him thrust into her. It was enough to make her almost let go and go over edge. But she held back. Her nails once more began to dig into his skin. She just needed to know one thing from him. "Does...Does it feel good for you too?" she whispered. Wondering if he was enjoying it.

 

[TirithIre]

He chuckled ever so slightly at her question, though he had to admit, despite the original intentions that he had brought her here to reap the command of the heavens by taking her, that he was indeed enjoying this. He hadn't thought that he would, he would have had to have admitted if he was being truthful to himself, and yet even as he looked to her he simply nodded, she able to see that despite the fact that this demon more then likely had taken many virgins in his long exsistance, he was indeed enjoying himself.

" Oh yes... I must admit, your body holds so many more charms then I would have thought." He purred, it not a slap in her face, simply the truth. He had come here to spite god, but in the process had found something more then he would have even thought possible! As she screamed and cried for him though he braced off one hand, she able to see as he reached down and stroked first a wing ever so gently, his eyes watching her as his hips relentlessly pounded her sopping wet pussy, he seemed to look down to her for a long moment, as though considering something.

" Now... cum for me, all over my cock. cum my little angel." He purred as she saw his hand slip between their crashing bodies, he rubbing her clit furiously as he wanted her to explode, to feel what it was like to orgasm while a man, demon or not, fucked her into oblivion!

 

[KawaiiChibiLust]

She decided to take that as a compliment. After all..no one had ever told her that. She would have..told him the same thing. Purring sweetly, she felt his hand move down between her legs. Rubbing her clit furiously. Her head tilted more as she let out another loud, sweet sounding moan. This was such a wonderful feeling. If only it could last. As he rubbed her more and more. Fucking her senseless, she lost all of her control.

Something, something wonderful happened at that moment. She let out a pleasure filled scream bounced through the room. A true moment of bliss went through her. Her walls contracted over his rod, and her cm coated his giant cock. Digging her nails into him once more. She shivered in writhing pleasure. Was that the meaning of 'cumming'? Because..that was simply amazing. Breathing out in small, hot pants she buried her head into his neck. Breathing in deeply. His essence..

What had she done? She had just thrown away her innocence. With someone whom she had no feelings for at all. Yet her heart was beating so fast. It was..such a wonderful experience. She just prayed that God would forgive her. Her body quivered slightly. Finally she got over her beautiful orgasm. Breathing out she sprawled out a bit. Her body glistening form the sweat of their sex. Her eyes sated. She just searched his eyes....wondering what he was thinking.

 

[TirithIre]

That was the exact meaning of the word cum. it was such a word to describe such a thing... and yet even as he felt the virginal walls of her pussy collapsing around his thick cock... even as he felt those things, she could hear his louder groans escaping him, a sense of accomplishment filling him as he could feel the way her entire body threw itself into him. Yet it was strange to him, for he did not truly care whether he came or not, whether he spited god or not... those things had surprisingly slipped from his mind.

Rather he seemed more intent upon seeing her cum then anything else. As he listened to her soft little cries and her scream, he could see the light of rationality come into her mind, he smiling to himself as he gently slid his hand from her clit, he running it along her side, before he gently cleared some of her hair from her face. He could see her looking at him, as though asking what he was thinking, but the truth of the matter was that he wasn't planning anything, wasn't thinking anything.

His deep lustrious red hair hung around his features as he looked to her, and even as he slid himself a bit more over her, his smile was slight, though genuine, she could see he wasn't tricking her, or playing with her emotions, he had truly enjoyed what had just transpired. As he watched her body sprawl though he leant down and placed a kiss upon the hollow of her throat, a gentle move, compared to the pace he had just taken her at. Even as he looked to her he simply smiled.

" Mmm... so beautiful. I shall return you to the park if you wish, though I am sorely tempted to keep you. There is so much pleasure I could teach one such as you... Yes..." He seemed to have already made up his mind that he was keeping her, as though she had no say in it. He didn't care if the heavens forgave her or not... he only cared that she had enjoyed what he had done, and what he would do still to her!

 

[KawaiiChibiLust]

It was hard to tell...Whether he was genuine, or just trying to trick her. Demons played tricks. Cheated...They never played fair. Still breathing unevenly, she searched his eyes. Wondering what he was planning for her. Seeing his long, hell fire hair, she reached up, ever so slowly. And rather fingers through it again. Listening to the sound of his voice, was almost soothing in a way... His lips found her neck, in a gentle kiss. Isabelle knew she had no choice in leaving...And she had no where to go....so it was impossible to get out of here.

Letting the situation hit her. she closed her eyes, and wished she hadnt done that. It may have been wonderful at the time. But..it was not anymore. The angel couldnt handle anymore today...Letting her breathing come to an even pace, she felt her heart ache. Isabelle felt so alone...Panic surged through her. Was he going to hurt her? She..She couldnt handle anymore. Sitting up, she covered her eyes. Pure terror went through her...

Tears began to pool into her eyes. Was God still going to accept her after all of this? She had to wait...a year. By the time this demon was done with her. She wouldnt have her wings left. A bit of anger went through her now. Why...Why did he have to do this to her? Why!?

 

[TirithIre]

They both knew that she wasn't actually going anywhere. They both knew that the fates of their lives had been inexplicably interwoven, such that it wouldn't be easy on any level to actually have their threads seperated. There was something there... something within his eyes that drew her to him. It was something that he couldn't begin to comprehend... it was something that they had already argued over... it was something that would twist them together forever, and yet rip them apart.

He had no idea she was only here for a year. He had no idea that the time would come that he would be frightened of her, and not because of her wings, or because of what she was. He could care less that she was an angel, Azazel truly couldn't. He could feel her panic, and even as she wondered whether he was going to hurt her, she felt his hands encircling her wrists... he pulling her hands down from her face.

" You aren't leaving, and neither am I." He purred soothingly to her, and even as she tried to pull them away, she felt a warm sensation, before he released her wrists. Upon them were two leather shackles, things that had no lock, no way other then by his wishing that they be gone. Her wings would remain... he would use her, but so long as she remained loyal to god, she would keep her precious wings.

His had been torn painfully from him, when he had been thrown from the high heavens... down into the pits of hell. Slowly they had re-grown, over eons into black things that were always now hidden. part of him would crave to flay the flesh from her, to do unto her as had been done unto him, but it was only a small part. He was upon her again, before she could truly understand

She 'couldn't handle' more, but he was taking her, his cock stabbing her again. Only when he was done did he chain her shackled hands to the wall, thus would be her fate, for a year. He would take her, he would use her... he would teach her carnal pleasures, and he would own her. She was fed, and she was kept alive. Her wings remained, he never did anything that would actually have them leave her... even when she sang of his pleasures of her body, they remained.

She would always be a child of god, just as he would, though a tormented and fractured remnant of himself.

 

[TirithIre]

( As Requested by my rp partner, a fast forward post )

~~~ One Year Later ~~~

Azazel lay on his bed. The sun had just set, and she wasn't bound. The first six months in his opinion had been easy. Take her body, use it, throw her back against the wall for the next time. No connection, no feelings... it was hard to feel for anything when you had suffered for centuries.

Yet he had found himself looking at her. A glance here, a double take there... it wasn't hidden, nor did it really make sense to him. He didn't know why he looked, he just... did. It would happen. Every time for the next two months he would shake his head, and go back to what he was doing with her. Whether that was breaking in her virginal ass, or binding her body into an ecstatic pleasured 'node' of flesh and lust.

Finally though, within the last two months he had stopped tying her. There wasn't really anywhere she could go... he had no idea her time was almost up... he only knew he didn't desire to take her anymore. He didn't want to take... he found himself that day sitting and staring at her, wondering what he did want. It was almost with a physical jerk that she could tell he came to a realization.

" I want to share." He mused, it wasn't something that meant the gang bangs he had put her into, nor the public displays he had put her on... it wasn't any of that, and by his tone, she could tell. He seemed confused by his own words. " Why would I want to share passion with you, share pleasure... I don't care for you... do I?" He seemed very confused... it had been happening more and more recently.

He wanted to feel something, and he was... he didn't even recognize it anymore... but he loved her. There was no other emotion that equated what he was feeling right then. He loved her, and didn't even know it.

 

[KawaiiChibiLust]

It had been month after month of torture....Yet, she was still in one piece. After all he had put her though, she seemed to be fine. At first, she hated him. Absolutely despised him. But..then she began to get used to the pleasure he was giving her. How he used her, then threw her on the wall. It was a cycle...a daily thing she had to go through.

But..something seemed to change in both of them over the months. Isabelle noticed him staring at her, but turned away when she caught his glance. It only got stranger from there...He soon let her off the wall. Even if she had no place to go...Rubbing her wrists, she looked at the marks. Showing how long she was on that prison hold... It was...so strange. But, Isabelle also found herself watching him. smiling ever so often when he did something amusing. It was odd.

A day came, when she saw that Azazel, was staring off into space. Pondering something. Isabelle had found herself very curious with him over the past two months...When she saw him smile, it made her want to smile too...Sometimes he did some very stupid things...It was hard for her to hold back her giggles...What was this feeling? It was so foreign to her. It..it didnt feel bad...It felt, nice.

As she watched him ponder, she found herself blushing suddenly. Blinking, she turned away. Wondering what was wrong with herself. She kept seeing images of his smile in her head. His eyes looking into her's...Before she could even come to her own realization, she heard him speak. Her head whirled around to look at him questioningly. Listening to him...she watched and heard..how confused he was.

That's when it hit her. That thing she had been searching for this whole time. Her eyes suddenly pooled with tears, and began to stream down her face. She stayed quiet letting the tears hit the floor. She wanted to know if he really knew...If it was true.

 

[TirithIre]

Sharing... that wasn't even the right word. That wasn't even what he wanted to say. The word felt hollow, it felt as though it wasn't the right word. For a month now, he had pondered, he had stared, and he had tried to figure it out. For a month now he had sat or used and filled himself with her. At first, just like anything else to a demon, it had been purely physical, filling her body in various ways, manipulating her into the most extreme limits of pleasure.

Yet that was no more. As his eyes raised, even as he contemplated his own realizations, he saw her tears. They fell like rain, hitting the smooth wooden floor of the room, the dark presence within it dominating, commanding. Even as he closed his eyes he saw those tears, he could almost hear them as they fell, he imagined that he could hear them hitting the floor, and he didn't know why.

He didn't know why he cared... why he felt the need to stop those tears. She hard it... a step. A sharp intake of a breath, a hesitation. He felt the need to reach for her, yet that frightened him. He didn't understand, not completly. " Rhskaaaaa Rkhtol!" He shouted, it startling even he, but with a burst of energy... he was gone from the room.

He had taken her out before, to clubs, to places of the darkest lusts, but this was the first time she was alone. He appeared under a streetlamp which shattered, his hands clutched into balls at his side. He searched the area desperatly for a reason... for something. Why was he here... why did he care. These thoughts plagued his mind and pushed him to be more then what he was. It was cold out, he didn't seem to feel anything.

Yet he heard steps from nearby... dimly he became aware that he was in the same park that they had met in a year ago. Dimly he saw two people... and with a stark realization he saw that it was the same couple that he had said to her wouldn't last long at all, that would break. They were broken, but unlike what Azazel had thought to understand, was this thing... what had she said... what was the word.

He was gone from her prison... a good half hour. He finally said the word. " Love." He rasped, it sounding cold upon his lips. Yet then he saw her eyes in his mind, her mouth, her lips. He saw her wings... and a desire filled him. " I love her." He gently cooed... he had to tell her. He had to let her know.

 

[KawaiiChibiLust]

The look of cinfusion on his face worried her. And then, he was gone.....What had happened? Something inside her made her panic. This time..she was scared he had left her...She didnt want to be alone. Isabelle had been alone for so long...And now..she found him. She actually found the man she loves...Looking up at the ceiling, she prayed. Prayed that God, even if Azazel was a demon...That he would come back...Just come back and hold her like he always had...

The tears fell more now. She sobbed. Wishing he were here next to her. Isabelle finally figured out why love was so hard to deal with. It hurt...it made you sick and scared...But it also made you...so happy. Filled with joy and care... It was like you needed that person...Just to go on in life. But..it had been a year. "Please...Azazel...come back soon." she whispered. Hoping it wasnt too late.

It confused her, how after all he did to her. She could fall in love with him. But, she knew his heart was there. Even clouded by darkness, it was always there. Waiting for him to come back..She just had one thing in mind. Telling him.. Telling him how much she loved him. Wiping her tears away. She listened...wondering if he was coming back to see her..

 

[TirithIre]

He was scared.... but Azazel for his part had made his decision. He was an old demon, and he was used to telling Heaven to go fuck itself. So even as he felt the pull of need to be with her, to hold her once more, he could not help but sigh as he conjured his powers again. He had been gone a half hour, not a long time, but long enough for him to realize the truth of it all.

With a focus of his magick, he re-appeared in the room, looking around for her. He would tell her, and hope to whatever god had abandoned him a long time ago that she would love him back. He knew he had done many things to her... but Azazel... would spend an eternity trying to make it up to her... trying to let her know just how sorry he was... for everything.

He hoped that she would understand.. he had no idea that their feelings for one another were that strong. He wanted to see the tears stop, he wanted to see her curled into him... like she had been recently at night. He still used her body, but it wasn't the same... it terrified him... and thrilled him as well. Finally he re-appeared in his own room, his eyes looking for her. " Isabelle?" He called... wondering where she might have gone... there was only one room, she knew that.

 

[KawaiiChibiLust]

While he was gone, she got a bit anxious, so using her wings. She jumped out the window, and began to look for him. Isabelle had no idea where he was...all she knew, was that she needed to find him. After about an hour of searching above the city. She found herself looking down on that park. Two people stood, side by side. It hit her, that those were the two she had saved from Azazel...They had made it. The thought brought a smile to her face. She decided...she would make time.

Turning around, her wings glided over the wind streams. Until finally, she found his hidden fortress. Bursting through the window. She landed gracefully on the ground, and put her wings away. Seeing a figure out of her peripherals, Isabelle tensed and turned quickly. Her eyes turned from suspicious to soft. It was him.... With a small smile. She reached her hand out. But stopped. And pulled back. What if it was too good to be true? That this was a dream? And she would wake up alone...all over again. Shaking her head. She spoke up.

"..A-A-Azazel?" Her voice was soft, questioning. She hoped that he was alright..That he wouldnt be angry for her going to search for him. "When...When you didnt come back. I got scared..." Tears began to well again. "I didnt want you to leave me..." she whispered. Letting a sad sob out. Finally she had to say it. "I love you Azazel!"

 

[TirithIre]

He had been more scared when she hadn't been there when he arrived. He had seen the open window, and he knew she could have left a long time ago, but he had always been there to make sure that she didn't. When he had left tonight, he had been afraid, confused. She hadn't even known that he had been there, in the park. He had been beneath the bridge, watching those two people... but he was gone by the time she had descended.

When she returned though he was there... his long red hair, almost ashen look to his face, he didn't know... he couldn't know... though as she rambled, he was turning. As he looked to her, he seemed almost lost for a moment, though as he heard her words, he seemed to snap back to reality. " I was confused." He stated softly, he could see her hand, outstretched yet afraid to reach for him.

" For centuries, beings and people have feared me." He whispered it, yet in the quiet room, it was plenty loud. " For eons... they have been jealous of me.... all the while... they scorned me... and so did you." He felt ashamed now... he felt ashamed that he had caused her fear and harm. She found her hand taken by his.

" For a long time, I feared nothing but the new day. For a long time I have searched for you, without even knowing what I was looking for. Eventually it was lost, the reason." He took her hand, guiding her almost in a sense of surrealness towards him. " I searched for you. I searched without even knowing... but now I know." He mused gently as he pulled her into his arms gently.

" I love you Isabelle... I never want to let you go." He whispered gently, his eyes closing as she could see a single tear fall from his eye... a tear of understanding, of acceptance.

 

[KawaiiChibiLust]

A bit shocked by getting pulled to him. It took her a moment before she laid her head down against him. Breathing in that scent she loved so much. His scent. But she listened to him intently. Every single word. But those last words were the ones that hit her the hardest. Those three words. Meant so much to her....More then any feather in the world. Seeing his tears she had to smile.

Reaching up. She wiped a strand of his hair from his face. Then, ever so softly. Kissed his tears away. Cooing quietly, she kissed his face. Then hugged him tightly. "Im so glad..." she whispered and closed her eyes. Just letting the moment go on...She didnt want it to end. Pulling back a bit, she searched his eyes. Like she always did, then ever so gently. Leaned in,and planted her lips onto his.

No one could imagine how long she had wanted to do that. Sure..he had kissed her before. But that was a more possessive kiss...More lustful the this one. This...This was entirely different. Passion, love, and affection..That's what it was. Letting her arms, lock around his neck. She pulled away ever so slightly. And let a smile play at her lips. A sweet smile. The first one he ever saw. She had never been so..happy after all. "You never have to..." with one last smile. She, once more. Kissed him passionately.

 

[TirithIre]

He took her words to heart. They steadied him, made him a better being for it. He may be a demon, but even a demon could love. Even one tormented with exile for thousands of years could find both what some would consider a soul mate, and a friend. He didn't know how long eternity was, but he doubted it would ever be long enough for him to show her. The presence she had always felt within the room, that evilness seemed to give way, in that moment.

Even as he felt her kiss him though, she could hear the slight gasp, the slight groan. She could hear his heart beating, she could feel not lust, though lust would always be there, but affection and love as well within him as he wrapped his arms around her. She had never seen him at his worst, and she never would, or so he thought.

Even as he kissed her back though, she could feel the moment linger into two, then three... and even as he gave a soft groan of pure love into her lips, he shared that with her. He had never imagined he would love again, but there was no denying it... he felt the unstoppable need, the desire to be with her, to have her, to hold her. Even as he kissed her his tongue slipped into her mouth, but otherwise he let her make the moves. The shackles dropped from her wrists.

There were no chains anymore... there was nothing... nothing but the two of them. In the there and then, he could think of nothing, nothing but a desire, a need to be there, to keep that moment, to have and to hold, from that day forwards. Neither of them thought of the future he would wager, both focused on the now.

 

[KawaiiChibiLust]

Surprised by his enthusiasm, she couldnt help but giggle softly. But, went right back to pouring her affection into him. Kissing him deeply. She let her fingers run through his hair. As she grabbed a handful of his fiery red locks. Aside from the love, there was lust building up between the two of them. But it was new...A new feeling. Sparks flying...fire burning. All she wanted was for him to hold her...to keep her close. To feel his body entangled in hers.....

She wanted to give him everything she could...She would fall from grace, just to be with him...But she had forgotten..it had been a year. With a coy sile. She gently brushed her lips over the lob of his ear. Then, gently, she planted sweet, but hot kisses on his neck. It seems all of his torture hadnt gone to waste. Soon, she went back to givin him, a heated kiss. Nothing could hold her back....Not anymore.

"Azazel...." She purred. "What are you waiting for?" she asked quietly. Hoping he would just hold her for the rest of the night...She didnt want to leave his arms. Not ever.

 

[TirithIre]

He smiled as she asked that... though even as he did, he shook his head. " I feel as though I have waited an eternity for you." He replied gently... she could feel how his clothes dissapeared, yet he took her to the bed, he sat upon it, and pulling her atop him, she could feel it.

He gently guided her, sinking her hot body down upon him, he didn't fuck her that night. Rather they moved and shifted, never was it the harsh fucking, but it was a soft exploration of emotions and feelings. It was late in the night that he fell asleep with her in his arms. It was late at night that he felt complete truly. She had been the one riding him that night... he had given all of himself to her.

He would face heaven and hell together, to hold her, to have her, to never... EVER let her go.

 

[KawaiiChibiLust]

That night....was the most beautiful nights she had ever had in her both her lives. But...what she would awake to. Would change both of them. Mentally...and for Azazel..phisically. Waking up in his arms. She felt his warmth. the feel of his bare skin against her's. Her head lay against his chest as he held protectivly onto her. With a soft smile, she leaned up to stroke his face. As she did so..something happened. She began to fade. Relaizing what was happening. She fought back. "Not now!" she screamed. But he didnt hear her.

It was too strong. When Azazel would awake.....he would only find a feather in her place. Finding herself back in the golden kingdom of heaven. She was greeted warmly. But..the council would need to see her. Anger rushed through her viens as she burst through the doors.

"Isabelle...You know why you are here....You were given your year. And it has ended. But, what makes matters worse. Is a demon! A demon that kept you and tortured you for a year, and you forgive his sins!" Not wanting to hear it, Isabelle growled. "Enough!" the council was shocked by her outburst. Shakin gin pure rage. Isabelle looked at the head council. "Azazel is not who you think he is! He is much more then that! I need him! He...He needs me...Please" She begged. But they would not listen. "Not another word! You may leave now. But you are not permitted to be with this Azazel." Isabelle looked at them, hurt...Then rushed out of the hall.

Crying out, she wished she could go and tell him. Tell him she was so sorry. "Azazel....Please forgive me.." she whispered. Hoping he would make it without her....

 

[TirithIre]

He was in love. It had been a long time indeed, but Azazel had found the love of his life.. the meaning of his exsistance. He didn't feel her leave, but the emptiness of the room pulled slowly at his conciousness. It pulled at him until he awoke... and when he did, at first he was confused. He sat up and looked around, but the room was empty. Then he saw the feather. He had seen them before... tokens left by angels to those they had protected when they were on earth.

It was only then that anger began to build. He rose from his bed, and walked out onto the balconey. His eyes scanned the horizon, knowing he wouldn't see her. " Isabelle..." He whispered... though as he said her name, the pang of anger filled him. " Why... why did you leave me." He didn't understand, he couldn't understand without her.

His claws extended, the piece of the balconey ripped as though it was paper as his beautiful blue eyes began to glimmer with the demonic awakening that he didn't even realize was happening. She could look down... she could see him from heaven, but he couldn't see her, he didn't understand. " You... you claimed to love me." He snarled, his voice deepening... his skin darkened, turning ashen.

Even as his demon awakened fully, even as he allowed the rage to fuel him, the hate to guide him, and the need to claim her as his to overwhelm him... his entire being grew by three feet. Seven feet tall, black wings spread from his back, feathered, and razor sharp. Horns curled from his head, and even as his gaze turned towards the heavens, Azazel gave a roar that shook the entire area. Mortals would think it an earthquake... but as the fel blade appeared in his hand, he knew no words were needed.

Spreading his wings, he took flight, breaking through the mortal barrier... this Arch Demon wasn't abiding by any laws. He would tear down heaven and re-claim her... and with the amount of rage that was within him... as those within his realm heard the call, he wasn't alone. A legion of Hell, lead by Azazel, were going to heaven. He would have his revenge!

Clearly, Azazel wasn't handling this well.