The Sacrifice (Closed)

[AmbrosiaCaress]

The Keep loomed in the distance, a great shadow that watched over the lands beneath. Darkness, Silence, Evil, Vicious, Pain, Screaming, Death.. All words that could, and had, been associated with the great Keep, and the Killer that lived within.

It was said that He was an Assassin...

It was said that He was a Mercenary...

It was said that He was a Monster....

It was said that He was a Demon....

Some even dared to call Him... Lucifer....

He hunted, He killed. They were His prey, His victims.

Forever sworn to worship Him.....

Sometimes, He demanded a sacrifice.....




It had been many moon cycles, many summer seasons, many winter frosts, since a sacrifice had been demanded.

The people of the villages and lands surrounding the great Keep and the wood that cloaked both it and it's Demonic presence worshipped, prayed, sang, begged to Him, of Him... hoping that a scarifice would never again be demanded, that they not suffer His anger, His wrath when one was not accepted...

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She was born 18 seasons ago. Her mother passing into the dusk of the dead the night that she took her first crying breath. Raised by her Father, he blessed her with the name Shinae... it meant Grace... which was his wife, her mother's name.... "Shinae... beautiful Shinae" he whispered, crooned, holding his daughter.

She would be his only child.

She grew up in the shadow of the Keep, and the stories, the horrors, that many spoke about. The Elders knew well the Demon that lived within, even if one had never seen Him. The youngsters, at first frightened, grew skeptical of the stories... and it became the village sport, among many of the towns and villages that surrounded the forst and the monolithic Castle within, to dare another to venture to the Keep, to bring back a stone, or a trinket, anything that would prove they were close, and that no harm had come to them. It was a sport mostly amongst the growing boys, but the females were not immune to it as well...

Many ventured within. Most returned, but always, there were ones that did not, almost always they were female. The people of that particular village would send out a search party, but never would the adults get too close. None wished to awaken the Beast within... But still, the young ones persisted, never really recognizing the danger or the evil....

None, not even the Elders, knew that He often walked among them. A Stranger in a dark cloak. His prey carefully chosen. Many strangers traveled thru the land, it was not uncommon for one to pass thru....

Shinae's 18th celebration was a joyous occassion for the people of her village. She was stunningly beautiful, the girl with no mother, with a fall of midnight black hair that danced down her back in a dark veil of shadow, and almost violet eyes, a deep purple sheen that was nothing short of amazing. This night she wore a shift of sheer liliac, laced over a black gypsy skirt... her supple shoulders bared, the ebon of her wild mane so dark against the pale of her skin.

Shinae

All were celebrating, the birth of a woman, her 18th season.... Including the cloaked Stranger, who watched with a dark crimson gaze......

 

[Mhorashty]

The creature with the Crimson Gaze...

The Creature with the Crimson Gaze stood encircled by darkness. He watched his subjects, but specifically he watched her. Shinae. She was the one. She would be his. She was finally ready. He moved along the perimiter of the party, watching silently as the dark, cool of his presence sank in slowly. He wouldn't interrupt the festivites but a few of the psychically gifted would know he was here. They would feel his looming presence...

He hungered. He wanted to have her now, but he would wait. He would allow her, and the others this night of celebration.. but when midnight struck.. she would be his. He would take her from her bedding in the midst of darkness, and in trade for her, he would make sure the crops they grew were more plentiful this year then ever before. He would also keep them protected from the war, the war that raged just beyond the boarders of his small kingdom. The mountain ranges surrounding them kept many from finding them, his dark powers kept them from ever invading..

He thought about the area they resided in.. he remembered back, many many years ago... when he was cast out of Heaven, along with the host who followed him.. he crashed into the Earth he had helped to create, causing a crater in the midst of a beautiful mountain range. The valley they resided in was that same crater... he spent many centuries using his powers to craft the land to his likings.. He watched as civilizations rose and fell, he watched as God was replace by gods, like him. He watched as people under the banner of God caused war, death, and destruction.. and he delighted in it. He even spent sometime with the Creator's son...

He slowly came back to himself and looked around at his subjects. He was almost sorry they feared him... but not sorry enough to do anything about it. He ruled with an iron claw, but mostly he was fair. He punished those who harmed others in his kingdom, he aided in the deadly winters to make sure only the weak and evil perished.. he even aided in holding back the mudslides that were very deadly in this region... He looked upon Shinae again, his mind reaching out and touching hers very lightly. 'You will be mine tonight, child. Do not fear me...'

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Rothe, His ever faithful servant, slave, slithered to His side, as He contemplated the future, those crimson laced eyes staring at ... her.... Shinae...

She was a year, maybe 2, older than the girl. Where Shinae had a mane of midnight black, she had a mane more befitting a slave to the Master Himself.. of deep fire red.. and eyes of the palest green, that flickered with the flames that possessed her soul. Rothe had been born into slavery, surrendered to Him on the very day of her birth.

She had known the sound of His voice since the days of her childhood... She had grown, in His shadowed embrace.

It was known, Whom she served.

When her own 18th celebration came to be, in the midst of the winter months, there was no party, no happy celebration. It was thought that she were to be the sacrifice, she was sent away, sent to Him...

When she appeared back in the village on the 3rd day, none dared question why. She bore a mark, carved into the soft flesh of her belly. His mark. She never spoke of what happened, she never dared. To remember would bring madness... yet in her dreams, in her nightmares, she did remember....

"Master.." she whispered... "do You think she is truely ready?"

Rothe had been sent back to the village to watch over Shinae, to keep her safe, and more importantly, to keep her PURE... Any who showed an interest in the dark hair beauty was to be.... lured away, by the red haired one... to fail, would mean torture, pain, death. .... Rothe hated what she was to do, but what she really hated was the fact that Shinae was to be His.... His mate... His Queen.... His sacrifice...

Rothe


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The celebration lasted throughout the day, easily overlapping into the evening, the sun setting in the west, just beyond the shadow of the Keep... Shinae was overwhelmed with the gifts bestowed upon her this day, fresh fruits and fine wines... a beautiful lace shawl made by Mrs. Thorne... a beaded necklace with all the colors of the rainbow.

She was grateful, so very grateful, to everyone. She herself never noticing the cloaked Stranger who watched soooo aptly....

'You will be mine tonight, child. Do not fear me...'

She paused when the words manifested into her mind, as if someone were whispering, hushed and warm, into her ear. She looked around for a moment, confusion alight in those deep violet eyes....

Stanley Stevens came bounding up to her... "Happy birthday Pretty One" he gushed, grabbing her in his so very strong embrace and twirling her as he laughed. Shinae forgot about the voice, and the chill, for the moment...

Stanley was all of 18 himself, born during the spring of the same year as she. He was tall, bulky, having taken on the job as a local blacksmith. And he had a huge crush on Shinae, but being so shy, he was afraid to profess how he felt. It was he who had gifted her with the necklace of colorful beads, that she now wore about her throat...

He always called her Pretty One, and it always made her giggle. She never realizing just how much he liked her, and... neither had Rothe, who cringed back when she saw him pick the sacrifice up and hug her, swinging the smiling girl around.....

 

[Mhorashty]

The Dark One...

He put his hands in her fiery red mane. Burying his hand in that crimson hair, just combing his fingers through it. "You are jealous, no? Saddened that you did not have a celebration like this." He loosely took hold of her hair and tilted her head back, staring down into those green eyes, his crimson ones slowly fading to the blackness of the pit in which he'd originally dwelled after his rebellion.

"I am not entirely sure. She'd better be. I am sick of waiting..." He watched as this strange young man strolled up to his prize and manhandled her..

A low growl ignited in his core and rolled out through his mouth, crashing into her. He changed languages to one long dead. One that only he knew, and only he taught to her. "Perhaps you are so jealous that you will allow my prize to become spoiled? You better fix this problem quickly or else.. or else you will spend eternity fucking the lowest creatures of my infernal realm..." He pulled the shadows tighter around them, pulling the two of them into the darkness away from the others. His anger boiled out from him, his mortal form starting to slip slightly...

His fingers grew and lenghtened, talons sprouted from the finger tips in place of his nails. His body started to slowly grow.. increasing in size.. as if it were unfolding into it's true form...

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

She nuzzled into His caress, as she stood so very close to Him, watching the celebration, feeling jealous, yes, of the celebration and the girl in the midst of it.... she should have known she could not hide her thoughts from Him....

"You are jealous, no? Saddened that you did not have a celebration like this."

She was jealous, that Shinae would be His sacrifice, that she would be His... Lover... His chosen... and not her...

Her head was pulled back, He looking down into her eyes, the darkness in His was consuming, threatening to devour her own...

Stanley's voice interrupted... pimple faced, clumsy, yet lovable Stanley... He wishing Shinae a happy birthday, picking her up... twirling her as she happily giggled and hugged him.

Rothe had known about Stanley... it was not a secret that he loved Shinae, that he hoped to marry her some day. It was not a secret that Shinae saw the boy as just a friend.. at least so far... Rothe had known.. she should have acted.. Tempting Stanley would have been easy, so very easy. Girls did not tend to pay to much attention to the pimple faced boy, other than Shinae that is... Rothe should have...

But... she didn't...

She heard His low, menacing growl, His words coming forth in a evil hiss, words that only He, and she, would understand. Just to hear them made her tremble in the deepest depths of her being...

Xal dos ph' ji naak'e nindel dos orn izin ussta yulul ulu doera tsak? Dos alur dajakk nindol priqual queelas xor dos orn dro avariel dosib l' ugul aterrucen d' ussta chath phreng..."
("Perhaps you are so jealous that you will allow my prize to become spoiled? You better fix this problem quickly or else.. or else you will spend eternity fucking the lowest creatures of my infernal realm..." )

The darkness gathering around them, as He stepped back, His talons wrapped in her long mane, pulling her with Him, a breath later and none could see either.. His anger, scalding hot, raging to the surface and enveloping both He and her... Rothe fell to her knees, head lain to His feet.... she could hear the sheer rage in His voice, feel His seething emotions.. she dared not look upon Him, she was terrified of what she would see..

She had only seen His true form once, upon her first night in His Keep...

She tried to speak, tried to explain, but the words would not come. But then again, she did not need words for her to be heard.

She had known about Stanley's attraction to Shinae.. why would she even attempt to lie to.... Him.... even in thought.....

Rothe backed away, fearing that He would strike out, already His talons, razor sharp, had come forth, and she knew, without having to look upwards to see, which she dared not do, that His fangs had extended. She knew those fangs well, He had nearly torn her throat out the first night He had taken her, raped her, while she screamed.........

Shinae was blissfully unaware of any of this. She was now standing beside Stanley, happily showing off the beautiful beaded necklace he had graced her with. Stanley was just happy to be near Shinrae, and when she stood upon tip toes to kiss him, his face flushed a bright, yet very pleased, red.

Stanley wrapped his large, muscular arms around Shinrae and kissed her back, they melting into a long, deep.. and very passionate kiss, one that took her by surprise, that was for sure, but moreso, it took Rothe by surprise, for she could see it from where she cowered...

"Oh shit" she whispered, her voice betraying her near terror...

 

[Mhorashty]

His anger rages...

The Demon King stared out into the realm of mortals as this passionate sharing occured. His anger began to swirl about him like a dark wind, he growled low as he heard her utter that curse in her native tongue. He wrapped his large clawed hand around her throat and slowly lifted her, lifted her and made sure she could see his part of his true visage...

He towered. He was simply larger than anything she could ever hope to see again in her life, his once beautiful feathered wings were now twisted black and leathery... "You are failing me! Need I take back everything? Leave you as a used devil's whore? Let you linger in that broken mortal coil, until you die? Then your true torture would begin.. how dare you fail me. HOW DARE YOU!"

He cast her hard to the rocky ground of this darkened hell, his angry form towered above her. His wickedly curved talons lashed out and tore the front of her dress away exposing her to him. "Do you not see my mark upon you? The host above will never accept you again. NEVER. You've given yourself to me, all of you and now.. now when my powers are about to crest you begin to let your own goals get in the way..."

He knew how she lusted for him, lusted to be his queen, his mate. How she lusted to rule at his side.. how she hungered for power, but mainly for him.. how angry she was that she wasn't good enough...

His body pressed her's to the floor, pinning her. He easily held both her hands above her head, pinned to the stone by one of his massive clawed hands. The other he used to part her legs.. he laid inbetween them, letting his massive cock lay against her. "I should fuck you so that no other would ever find pleasure between your thighs and cast you out to wander the world.. I should take your womanly charms and your beauty.. I should turn you into the whore you are..."

He looked up and continued to watch the kiss and his anger grew...

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"You are failing me! Need I take back everything? Leave you as a used devil's whore? Let you linger in that broken mortal coil, until you die? Then your true torture would begin.. how dare you fail me. HOW DARE YOU!"

In His anger, rage, boiling, searing, lethal, He was reverting back to a more, mortal language, the words spilling from His fanged maw, taloned hands grasping her throat, lifting her, even as the words she had uttered faded from her lips. Rothe's hands went to her throat, she gasping, strangling, as He tightened His grip.. her small hands wrap about His wrist... she tried to beg, plead, but her breath and voice were stolen from her ....

Rothe stared into the face of the Devil Himself, His true form mingling into the darkness that flowed around them, the mists, the shadows, seeming to slither, to become solid, only to once again fade. Wavering, Fluid, a serpent, a snake, a flicker of the fires that He was spawned from.... the fires of the Holy melting into the searing, toxic fires of the depths of hell....

"Do you not see my mark upon you? The host above will never accept you again. NEVER. You've given yourself to me, all of you and now.. now when my powers are about to crest you begin to let your own goals get in the way..."

His voice was deep in her mind, not uttered from His lips, which He slowly licked with a sweep of His forked tongue.

He threw her down, into the darkness, consuming, devouring, no longer could she hear the celebration that was still going on around them, the mortals, the simple people of the village, so blind to the evil that walked among them, worshipping a ghost... a terrible memory when the real thing walked in their midst..

She hit the hard stone ground with a loud thud, Rothe desperately gasping for a life giving breath, the pain slamming thru her body as tried to curl up, to protect herself, but He loomed over her, throwing her to her back, a clawed hand capturing her wrists, He slamming them down into the ground, the deadly sharpened tips burying into the living stone...

The Creature, the Evil, the Beast, hovered over her now, ebon wings extended, His form no longer human, but reptilian... Rothe's eyes widening in terror, yet again, she could not scream, her mouth opening, her breath gathering, but silence was all that came from within. None would hear her cries. They had been deaf to her cries since the moment she was born. She was His, her cries, her pleadings, would not help her, would never help her.

When He spoke, and this time He surely did, letting His words drip from His lips in His foul language, the language of death, the language of darkness, the language of the Demonic Master to His lowly slave....

"Usstan zhal'la vith dos ji nindel nau byr orn'la rin'ov ragar ssrigg'tul tu'fyr dosst ha'uren lu' luth dos doeb z'hin l' tresk'ri.. Usstan zhal'la plynn dosst jalil ssinssen lu' dosst ssin.. Usstan zhal'la shar'tleg dos wund l' ssindossa dos ph'..."
("I should fuck you so that no other would ever find pleasure between your thighs and cast you out to wander the world.. I should take your womanly charms and your beauty.. I should turn you into the whore you are..." )

Qualla... xun naut sevir uns'aa Jabbuk... xun naut kus uns'aa ulu natha dro xuileb Dosst xta'rl.. Usstan onhir Dos... evagna ussta.... evagna uns'aa... Jabbuk.. qualla...(Please... do not forsake me Master... do not condemn me to a life without Your touch.. I worship You... forgive me ... forgive me... Master.. please)

Her words spoken in His tongue, whispering, hushed not from her quivering lips, but from the depths of her soul, which He held in His dark embrace...

Usstan ssinssrigg Dos... Senger... Jabbuk.. Fuer'yon d'lil chath charnaggen d' uoi'nota"
(I love You... Lord... Master.. Beast of the infernal depths of hell)

She stared up at Him, but again could only see the mingling of shadows, blackness, and the glow of His crimson gaze within, the searing heat of His breath washing over her..... But...

He was not looking at her, at her writhing body....

Shinae wrapped her arms around Stanley, having been caught by surprise by the strength and the intensity of his kiss. As he sat her down, her feet touching the soft grass once more, she curled her fingers into his hair, tickling gently thru, her lips parting to his, her tongue and his slowly entwining, becoming familiar with one another, tasting, exploring. She too, like Rothe, no longer heard the celebration around her, she was lost in Stanley, his kiss, his arms around her, his breathing, his masculine scent....

The kiss broke when the others began singing happy birthday to her, but the contact between Stanley and herself did not cease. He laying his hands upon her hips as he stood behind her, singing at the top of his lungs.

Rothe could hear the singing, and the building growl in her Master's throat. She could not see Stanley and Shinae, not thru her own eyes, but as she closed hers, feeling Him pressing His body into her, the weight of Him, wings lowering, enveloping her, His body still changing....

She could see what was happening thru the haze of red, blood red, fire red, seething red, of His eyes....

 

[Mhorashty]

His crimson hued gaze grew darker and darker. He stopped looking out at the sacrifice, the girl that was to be his.. Shinae. Instead he looked down at Rothe and snarled low, "If you do not prevent it she will be gone from me this night... I cannot touch her until midnight. If she gives herself to that whelp.. I will level this town in my awe inspiring rage. I promise you that... then I will take exquisit pleasure in raping you and casting you to wander the world broken and dead inside..."

The sacrifice was to remain pure until he could take her and it looked like that wasn't going to happen if they didn't return quickly.. he would have to cut the discipline short.. for now. If Rothe did her job and he was able to take his queen tonight, she would indeed be rewarded, but failure indeed meant a fate worse then death.. his serpentine tongue crawled along her neck and up to her ear, slithering just insie it slightly. He knew she would try and fix this.. but he wasn't sure if even Rothe's womanly talents were up to this test..

Slowly they returned as everyone began singing. They were in the exact spot they'd left in, none of the harm he'd inflicked had been visible to those around them, it was all spiritual damage.. damage to her broken soul.

He turned away from them all and stalked off towards his Keep. A dark, cold, evil wind blew through the entire town, including the little party, extinguishing every candle at the party.

Lucifer was angry, that much was true. Slowly he stepped into a shadow and with but a single spoken word of power found himself waiting in her bedroom. He waited against the wall, quietly in shadow. One of his eyes was upon Shinae (as always, watching her from miles away, the other was on Rothe) he'd been so angry at her, he wondered if this was intentional. She'd never be queen. She'd never be anything more the a Succubus. That would be her reward when he brought hell to earth.. she would become one of his concubines..

He sighed and continued watching the festivities, his mood began to translate into the weather of the small village, a few very dark rain clouds began passing through, thunder boomed over head and lightning crackled between the clouds.. it looked like it would be a pretty bad storm...

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"If you do not prevent it she will be gone from me this night... I cannot touch her until midnight. If she gives herself to that whelp.. I will level this town in my awe inspiring rage. I promise you that... then I will take exquisit pleasure in raping you and casting you to wander the world broken and dead inside..."

Rothe trembled, her heart, her soul, along with the body that He had graced her with, trembled. It was not lost on her that He, had granted her the beauty that she so easily used on the men of the village, with her luxerious long red hair and sparkling eyes, the swell of ample breasts, the sweet curve of hip and ass... moist dark lips.. and a sensuous deep voice... She had been born for HIM...

But not in the same capacity as Shinae had been. Upon her birth it was known that she, would be the ultimate sacrifice. She carried within her the soul of the angel that once loved the Demon.. before the fall... before He was sent into the depths of hell.... that soul lay quiet for the moment... still asleep within the girl...

"Master" Rothe's voice was weak, "I will keep her pure... I promise... Master..."

She knew what would happen if she indeed broke that promise....



Stanley again picked Shinae up as the singing reached it's peak.. swinging her... smiling...

Set to her feet again, she, as well as the others, began to notice that weather taking a turn... the chill to the increasing wind, and the sound of thunder rumbling in the background.. a storm was coming, and it looked to be a pretty intense storm to say the very least.

The villagers rushed to clean up after the party, shooing both Shinae and Stanley off. It was thought that it was time the pretty girl show an interest in someone, and Stanley, as far as the villagers were concerned, was perfect...

Fingers entwined as they held hands, Shinae and Stanley headed away from the storm. They lived fairly close to one another, so Stanley walked her home.

Behind them, Rothe quietly followed, her thoughts spinning in so many different directions. She turned off just as the young couple paused at Shinae's modest home. She would have to meet Stanley where He lived, which happened to be above the stables where he worked as a blacksmith... she did not see the kiss that Stanley and Shinae shared, but she heard His enraged roar in the thunder that split the night overhead...

Shinae jumped at the sound, the blacksmith smiling and calming her down with a hug... Promising to come by in the morning to take her to breakfast, he watched as she disappeared into her house...

His mind was filled with images of Shinae... Stanley was not even sure he would be able to sleep the night, and more... curious thoughts entered his head. Maybe he would just go back over there, he thought as he let himself into his room over the stables. "Maybe I should tell her I love her" he said to himself... the thought that she would invite him in... that he would spend the night, dancing around in his head.....

He did not see Rothe, who at this moment, having found the spare key to his room down in the stable office below, had let herself in. She was naked, lain upon his simple bed, on her side, watching him as he entered and fumbled around... hearing his words to himself. Most men could not resist the sultry red head, but she knew that Stanley, not more than a boy at 18, was in love with Shinae, to turn his head may not be as easy, hence she was bare assed naked laying in his bed....

Another hard, loud crash of thunder sounded overhead, the flash of lightening illuminating the room, and Rothe, for a brief moment...

 

[Mhorashty]

Stanley

Stanley stood there in shock as the naked form of a very beautiful woman was illuminated by a lightning strike. He stood there staring for very many moments, he reached for the crucifix hanging around his neck and held it tightly in his hand. "Wh-wh-whoo are you?" He asked with a bit of a bewildered look upon his face.

He slowly stepped around his bedding his eyes never leaving her as he moved, another lightning strike reveiled everything to him. He could see the perfectness of her naked form for a minute. He brilliant red hair, those deep green eyes, her flawless skin, except for where he marked her. He recognized the mark as a brand of ownership, just like his own seal which was on everything he made. He also so the curve of her hip, her nice round backside.. the swell of those ample, touchable breasts.. as well as the valley of red curls between those smooth milk white thighs.

He dropped to his knees between the bed and the window... "Why must I be tempted on this day? The day when my love has kissed me twice? The day she finally learned my feelings and have returned them.. The spirit is willing.. but the flesh..."

Stanley looked so much more distressed over this situation than any man she'd encountered before...

Meanwhile.. deep in the Keep the devil laughed and the sky's trembled...

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Rothe heard that laugh, deep, evil, chilling.... so very cold that the icey tendrils of His touch slipped into that room on the breeze, dancing over her naked form, as if warning her... she had best do what she needed to do... Rothe knew the consequences...

"Why must I be tempted on this day? The day when my love has kissed me twice? The day she finally learned my feelings and have returned them.. The spirit is willing.. but the flesh..."

"Tempted"... Rothe whispered, the word rolling sedectively off her tongue, soft, alluring, delicious.. She allowed her body to slip from the bed, to hands and knees upon the cold, hard floor... "Tempted" she again hushed, tip of her pinkened tongue gliding over tender lips, moistening, glistening... a slow prowl across the floor... she would not elude that she loved him, Stanley was young, virginal, inexpierenced, but he was not stupid.

Love, or the illusion of love, had easily worked on some of the others who had lusted after the beautiful Shinae. The barkeep at the local Tavern, altho he was much older than Shinae, the man had never married. He was a harsh, brutish man, who gambled and like to drink as much booze as he served. But when he had seen Shinae at the swimming hole, just this past month, knowing she approached her 18th, he had certainly lusted after her. He had sent her flowers, flowers that Rothe had managed to intercept. He had even gone so far as to talking with her, when she returned one eve from a horseback ride, she had been passing the Tavern, on the way to the stable. The bar was quiet, he had slipped out to walk her there.

Shinae, of course, ever innocent, had smiled and gladly chatted with Eddie, well, his name was Edward... Edward Vale, the bar keep. He had even gone so far as to kiss her hand, and then her cheek, upon arriving outside the stables. If it had been later at night, Eddie may well have forced himself on Shinae...

He went back to the Tavern with a raging hard on, and thoughts of finding her again, later at night, alone.

Rothe had been there, waiting for him. She was wearing a low cut, emerald green dress, and had conveniently left the undergarments at home. The tavern was quiet, Eddie closed early. He fucked her atop the bar, first tasting the lusty red head, his mouth feasting upon nipples and then pussy, before bending her over that bar and riding her like the bitch she was... He rammed into her, she was a whore, it was well known, no tenderness for Rothe... only the hard fucking of someone intent on getting himself off....

It took his mind off of Shinae, altho it took several ... visits ... from Rothe for many days. She was sore from his abuse, Eddie was not a gentle man by any means.

Now it was time for another, another man... in a succession of so many that Rothe had to.... fuck... she herself knew, she would never feel love, she would never be anything more than a whore for the Devil Himself....

Rothe crawled to where Stanley knelt, winding around his body like a cat in heat... "tempted... yesssss... Stanley... I am here to tempt you...I will not lie about that... " her voice whispered in his ear, warm, sensual.. she tickling that ear with the moist tip of her tongue... "so long have you lain alone, Stanley, your hand wrapped about your own cock, wishing, praying for a girl.. any girl... and then wishing and praying for.... her..... I am not her... but I am warm... wet... willing... Stanley.... and feel so much better than your hand...."

 

[Mhorashty]

Stanley's Temptation...

He watched her as she crawled, as she slithered around him. He felt the chill, followed by the warem soft touch of her soft, smooth skin.. gliding along his body. He put his head in his hands and sigheds as she whispered of things she shouldn't know. Her tongue flicked out against his ear, causing him to shiver and shake. The softest of moans escaping his rough lips.

"W-warm, we-wet, and wi-wi-willing?" He sputtered out. He could feel himself, stiff and throbbing. He closed his eyes as another shudder spread out through his body. "Please.. please don't do this to me. She.. she wants me. Finally, after all these years.. she actually wants me. I cannot throw it away so simply.. so easily. Please do not tempt me, harlot."

He seemed determined. He seemed like he would truely wait for her.. it seemd, that Rothe would have a very, very long seduction ahead of her. He was using every ounce of himself to resist her..

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

For Stanley, this was a simple matter of love. To betray his love for Shinae.....

For Rothe, this was a matter of keeping her soul from being shredded by Lucifer Himself.. and she damned to a life of eternal pain and suffering... wandering the pits alone, to be raped, tortured at will..... Rothe, who had not chosen to serve HIm, but had been born to the chains that bound her, she was trying desperately to survive.... she would never feel love.... never know family.... He... her Master, was all she had... she HAD to please Him...



"Please.. please don't do this to me. She.. she wants me. Finally, after all these years.. she actually wants me. I cannot throw it away so simply.. so easily. Please do not tempt me, harlot."

"Harlot" she whispered, the word again rolling from her quivering lips, she kneeling up behind him, leaning into his back, letting him feel the soft, warm, curves of her body, her ooohhhh sooooo willing body...

"I know that many call me whore.... but .. that is not what I am... Stanley" she murmered in His ear... "I seek the same pleasure you did, when you lay in the dark all alone, listening to the rain and the wind outside, dreaming of the warmth of a woman in your arms, even as you heard others, in the hay of the stable down below, or when passing by a open window during the night, hearing the sounds of love, of mating.. of sex... I'm so alone ..... Stan.... so alone... please... I don't want to be alone anymore..."

The last of her words moaned into his ear, a needing, wanton sound, vibrating from her lips.. "please"

 

[Mhorashty]

He gave the softest of whimpers as she pressed her curves into his naked back. He could feel the warmth of her body, and he could feel his own body betraying him. Hardening at her touch, swelling at her words..

"I-I-I c-can't keep you from being alone. I love Shinae.. I belong to her now... I want her. I love her.. I I can't help you.. I don't even know your name.." He tried to keep his mind on Shinae.. but it was becoming quite a struggle. This beautiful, beautiful girl was here, almost begging him to lay with her.. what was wrong with him? He should say yes before she decides she wants someone else.. someone prettier, or richer.. or what have you. Stanley slowly stood, his hardness tenting from under those pants.

"No.. I .. I should really.. I should really get some sleep or something.. I -I.." Stanley was a fairly simple man with fairly simple needs.. if only she'd had come to him last night.. than maybe he would have been able to have sex with her guilt free.. but not now...

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Shinae.... He was thinking of Shinae... how did she know that? Because HE did, and was feeding the boy's thoughts to her, she could feel her Master, festering in her mind....

"my name" she purred in Stanley's ear... "my name is Rothe... want to know what that means?? It means slave... Stan... slave to you, for the moment. Open, willing, soft, tight, wet... Stan... Just say my name, let it roll ever so softly off your tongue... "

"No.. I .. I should really.. I should really get some sleep or something.. I -I.."

He brushed her back and stood up, but Rothe could see it was a struggle..

She moaned, a low, wanton, sound, the sound of pleasure, desire, lust, sex, that came teasing past her lips.. He still had his pants on, but it was obvious how aroused he was, Rothe could almost see it throbbing beneath the zipper...

She herself did not get to her feet, instead crawling, prowling, around the front of him, letting him see the supple, smooth curve to her ass as she moved, just before him, toward the bed.. She lifting herself partway up upon it.. getting to her feet, so that she was bent over the bed, legs apart, her sex fully visable now, dark, dusky pink folds, the soft curl of pubic hair, glistening wet, soaking wet, the tight entrance to her body, to her womb, beckoning to him, without her having to say a word... surely he had imagined this all those times he masterbated... she thought to herself.... closing her eyes....

Rothe no more wanted to fuck Stanley than any of the other guys she had to... divert ... from Shinae... She was the jewel of the village, beautiful, innocent, and pure... The Tavern keeper, man who owned the general store, and his son, mattered not that the man himself was married, the healer, even the young man who procurred books for schooling the village children... never mind the guards that passed thru, whether with a contigent of men on assignment or traveling home... Rothe had been.... busy.... Shinae, in her innocence, awakened the lust in so many men, of course His influence in the area made matters even worse. It was a miracle that Shinae remained as pure and innocent as she was, but that was what made her so attractive, for many women were like Rothe, altho not for the same reasons...

"Stanley" she moaned.... the sound again rippling into the quiet of the room, as she turned slightly to look over her shoulder at him...

 

[Mhorashty]

Stanley gave a soft whimper as crawled around him and moved to be partially on the bed. He sighed and couldn't control himself as a trembling hand reached out and ran over the glistening curls of her wet pubic hair. He couldn't help himself, his hands moving over her offering body, over her waiting sex.

"I-I.. I-'ve never been with.. anyone before." Stanley mummbled softly as he continued to caress her pubic mound, enjoying the feel of it. He wetted his lips and continued caressing her. His mind was no longer on Shinae.. but on Rothe. "Ro-Rothe.. will you teach me?"

He was defeated, and shattered...

..and the Devil laughed and the storm raged. His voice reached out to her and touched her gently, "Nicely done, Rothe. Nicely done."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"yesssss... Stanley... yess... I will teach you... pleasure you... serve you while I am here... " she purred, the touch of his hand along her now dripping pussy bringing forth that purring moan. With a slow undulation, she rolled her hips to his touch, his fingers thick and gentle, the heat of her gliding along his palm, coating him, slick and sweet....

"say my name again... please" she begged, as her hips continued to move, slowly, deliberately....

"Nicely done, Rothe. Nicely done."

His voice echoed in her mind, and that touch, not upon her body, but upon her mind and soul, made her cry out, altho Stanley, of course, thought it was him...

"touch me... baby... fingers, hands, mouth, lips, tongue, cock... Just touch me, stroke me... yessssss"

She would take her time with him this night, let him feel the mouth, hands, and cunt, of a woman.. he would never go back to Shinae.. not after her...

 

[Mhorashty]

"Rothe. Please.. tell me what more I can do.." Stanley asked softly as his hand continued to move along her pussy, caressing, touching, exploring. He gave a soft whimper as she cried out in delight, he was so unsure of everything that was going on, but she seemed to enjoy it so. He continued touch her, his index finger slowly sliding between those wet, dripping pussy lips.

He began to thrust his finger into her while still standing behind her, his fingers slowly working that pussy. He started to undo his pants with his free hand and stepped out of them, freeing his throbbing erection from his breeches. He knelt down behind her and started to timidly lap at her pussy. Enjoying the taste of her, which coaxed him to lap harder and faster.

He pulled his hands away from her pussy and put them on her hips and pulled her hips back to meet his hungary mouth. He lapped, sucked, licked, nibbled and probed her pussy with his mouth.. hungry to learn all that she had to offer him...

Meanwhile...

Across the village the darkened shadow fell over Shinae's house. The darkened shadow of Lucifer. Who lingered around her home, watching over her.. waiting for the first strike of midnight...

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Rothe. Please.. tell me what more I can do.."

She was about to open her mouth to speak, to guide him in what to do to please a woman, and himself for that matter, when she heard the soft whumph of his breeches sliding to the floor.. His hand continued to stroke her, she gasping, moaning low, she was sooo soaking wet that his palm and fingers were coated, dripping, her liquid warm and slick on his skin...

A glance behind her as his finger, the longer middle one, found the entrance to her sex, and slowly pushed within, as if he was unsure just what he would find. Rothe gasped, letting her head fall back to the bedding... "yesss... Stan.. That's right... OHHHHHHHHH feels sooo good" and it did, she was not just putting on a show for him, her reactions were real. Rothe was a sexual animal, having been trained by Him to respond to even the slightest touch of a man. It was obvious from the very beginning what He was going to use Rothe for... to keep Shinae pure, Rothe had to be able to entice, lure, and have sex with any man that she needed to... she had to be good at it...

When Stanley got to his knees behind her, his thirsting mouth and seeking tongue finding and licking at her now sensative sex, Rothe let her eyes roll back and close, she nearly tearing at the bedding in her pleasure. His mouth felt so good, he grabbing her hips to bring her closer.. the folds of her sex, warm and pinkened, slick from her arousal now glide along his mouth, as he feasts on her, she swaying, undulating slowly as if to ride along his hungry lips. Her pussy grasping his tongue lightly as he explored, she feeling it snake inside her. The sensation was so different than when her Master took her this way, His serpentine tongue, forked, long, going so much deeper, yet Stanley's felt so gentle and almost.. loving.. Rothe's whole body was shaking.. she had been fucked so many times, by so many men, she seeking her own even when not a threat to Shinae... Rothe was soo lonely, so desolate... she sought the touch of men no matter what.. it was all she had... other than Him....Stanely was so different, a sweet virginal 18 year old boy, whom did not stand a chance with her...

She felt a little bad for him...

His tongue flicked over her clit, just at that moment, and all those thoughts were driven from her. She screamed out, a gasping, seductive sound.. "Ohhhhh goddd... yes.. right there... Stanley.. lick right there..." her clit was pulsing, she letting her legs part further, opening herself even more to him, he using his fingers to part the warm folds and find her aroused, swollen clit.. the tip of his tongue flicking across it, and she reacting again with another shuddering cry....

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Shinae could not get Stanley out of her mind. His kiss had been surprising to say the very least, but, enjoyable, and she suddenly realized that she was beginning to like the blacksmith, even if he was a slightly awkward boy...He was her age, after all. He was sweet...

As the thoughts roamed slowly thru her mind, Shinae let the tips of her fingers just barely touch her lips. Stanley, the blacksmith, she thought again to herself..

She replayed the kiss, over and over in her mind, his lips, his smile, until slowly, the image began to change........

She had always dreamed of the handsome stranger....

dark...

mysterious..

older...

Maybe even royalty, or a high captain of the guard....

A man with charm... who would fall in love with the simple beauty she was, and sweep her off her feet.. show her so much more than Stanley the boy blacksmith...

Her dreams, espeically as of late, had been filled with this stranger, with long dark hair, and eyes of fire. He had scared her at first, in her dreams, but His voice, His touch, had been gentle, soothing, alluring, almost... hypnotizing...

She had kissed Him in her dreams. Stanley's kiss, altho sweet, had not come close...

Slipping on her nightgown, a long emerald green silk, with a flurry of lace that embraced the heavy curve of her breasts, the silk flowing in a emerald wave to the floor, she got into bed. But not before leaving the window open slightly, to allow the night breeze to cool her... she had been doing that as of late, as if wanting to invite the Stranger from her dreams.... in....

The clock was about to strike midnight...

 

[Mhorashty]

Stanley

He couldn't help but grin as her juices dripped down his face. His tongue flicked out and rubbed against her clit, and he continued to assult her clit with his hungry mouth. Meanwhile his dripping wet fingers continued to assult her parted pussy lips, he pushed his index and middle fingers deep into her while holding her hip steady, his hungry mouth feasting between her thighs, the sounds of her moaning and crying out in delight making him shudder slightly.

His tongue continued to flick out against that tiny nub. He hungered for her, for more. For more of what her body promised to unlock for him.. he gave a bit of a whimper as she squirmed, while his fingers thrusted into her pussy at a rapid pace. He was a virgin, that kiss with Shinae had been the most he'd ever actually done with anyone.. but he'd watched a number of the others there age come for 'a roll in the hay'. Sometimes he'd just observed, other times... well he'd had to pleasure himself while watching..

He slowly pulled away and stood up behind her. He leaned over her, his erection rubbing along her dripping wet slit. "How am I doing for a novice?" He asked, his hard, firm body pressed against her. He rubbed his face into the crook of her neck and breathed her scent in..

..She smelled wonderful. He could feel her juices dripping down onto him. He knew she wanted more.. but he wanted her to lust for him a little longer... his large arms encircled her, one slipped around to her chest. His rough, caluced hands caressing and squeezing her large breasts. His other hand remained working dilligiantly upon her pussy...

 

[Mhorashty]

Lucifer, the Dark One.

The clock struck midnight. Before the first chime had finished, he sat crouched upon her window, in all of his dark, mysteriousness. The smile upon his face was definitly reserved for something less than human.. or maybe more. He stared at her quietly, watching as she lay in bed, in that beautiful emerald green gown. A deep fog eminated from him, and slowly began to consume the sleepy little village. He slipped up off the window and slowly made his way too her as the second chime hit.

He knelt on the bed beside her, his hand slowly reaching out and began to caress her cheek very softly, he stared down at her sweet form.. finally she would be his. the third chime. He had been sending her dreams, the darkened image of him.. the lust drenched dreams. He had been the cause of her waking, dripping wet from between those slightly parted thighs. He continued to caress her and slowly combed his fingers through her hair.."It is time.." The dark, handsome stranger said softly, as another chime tolled.

He slowly stood up, drawing her up with him. He wrapped his arms about her and slowly pressed his lips to hers. His hands slid up slowly to hold her face gingerly. As the fifth and sixth chime rang out he began to lead her back towards the window. She was in a very dreamlike state, but eventually she would wake from it to find that nothing that had occured had infact been a dream.

He stopped infront of her mirror and slipped around behind her, letting her stare at herself, and him in the mirror, those unholy red eyes stared out into hers. He ran his hands up her arms to the shoulders of her gown and pushed it off her shoulders, he watched as her ample chest held the outfit most of the way up and smiled. She was indeed a fine specimen. Another chime.

He began kissing the nape of her neck lightly. "Shinae. You are mine now. You are my princess. My chosen. My sacrifice. You will be mine forever more. Do you want that?" He pushed her nightgown off of her breasts and watched as the beautiful material pooled around feet. Chime. His hands slowly moved to her breasts, his long, delicate fingers reaching out to her nipples, he began circling around her erect tissues. A dark smile playing along his face while he squeezed her breasts.

Chime. He continued working his lips along her neck, moving up to her jawline and her ear. His lips kissing while he occationally nibbled lightly upon her soft flesh. Slowly his hands moved down over her taut stomach to her hips her pulled her hips back to meet his, he let her feel his erection pressing between her naked buttocks. His left hand, long delicate fingers and all, slid down to begin playing between those creamy thights. Chime.

The Dark One was doing his best to seduce the beautiful maiden. She was what he had been waiting for all these years. He continued to touch her, his hands working along her beautiful body, working those wonderful curves, caressing.. Chime. His body pressed against hers, rubbing against her, letting her body and his move in a dance they'd once performed a long, long time ago... he was not only trying to get the beautiful Shinae to commit to him, but he was also trying to awaken the angelic soul inside of her... Chime. The tweleth chime revealed them both in there true forms.. his demonic visage, and her angelic one... "Do not reject me, my love..." Moments later a thirteenth chime sounded and they returned to normal..

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Rothe with Stanley

"How am I doing for a novice?"

Novice.... NOVICE???!!! The boy had learned thru watching, that was for sure.. His fingers plunged deeply into her sex, the muscles clenching, wrapping around them as they moved...wet silk that grasped those thrusting lengths.. Rothe was moaning, her breathing coming in ragged gasps... She felt him rear over her, looming, a well-muscled arm coming around her trembling, writhing body, holding her to him, still his fingers delved within her, even as the other hand, underneath her shuddering form, seeks her breast, palming, massaging, she could feel the roughness of his hand... and she liked it... that rough surface now fonding her soft, supple breast... the nipple responding, swelling.. warming....Rothe arching slighly upwards from the bed, into him, letting him feel her, letting him know that she wanted more, so much more.. she was on her hands and knees now, fully on the bed, Stanley standing over her, his chest pressed to her back.. her hips and ass swaying against his groin... and the hardness she could feel...

Her pussy was soaking, and the sounds of his fingers dipping within mingled with her squeals, moans, and purrings...

"Stanley...." she hushed, his name barely able to escape her lips... he nuzzling along the back of her neck, the feel of his breath, heated and panting, warming the skin... her long red hair hung forward, allowing him access to her neck, to kiss, nibble, bite if he so desired...

"You are a .... natural at this" she managed to breathe out, smiling as she stared forward...

So many men fumbled around when it came to sex, just eager to get their cocks inside her and rut away, but Stan, was taking his time. She knew he was hard, rock hard, she could feel that bumping against her as she rocked back into him... yet he was not frothing at the mouth to bury himself inside her.. boy that he was, he was better at this than some men....

"Stanley" she whispered again, his name melting from her lips, "let me pleasure you, while you pleasure me... " He paused as she spoke, his fingers buried to the knuckles inside of her...

Usually, Rothe cared less about pleasuring the man beyond letting him mount her and take their pleasure from her. But this boy was different.. she wanted to taste him, wanted to show him what a woman could indeed do with a man...

"get on the bed and lay down.. and I will show you" she teased... "trust me"....

Oh yes, she wanted to show him...

She wondered if he indeed would cooperate, or would he be like the rest and just climb on her to fuck, seeing her as no more than a female bitch in heat... he stayed stilled for the moment, before stepping back from her, allowing her to slide from the bed. He lay down, as she asked, on his back on the bed, he having left his clothes in a heap on the floor.

Rothe smiled, an almost knowing smile... He would like this, she was sure. She would bet that after this, sweet Stan would demand this from every girl he was with...

Rothe climbed stop him... her supple thighs settling on either side of his head, her dripping pussy now over his mouth, she letting her naked form lay upon him, one hand delcately wrapping about the base of his rock hard memeber... "I think you will like this" she breathed over the head of his cock, the soft touch of her tongue following, licking, ever so gently........

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Shinae and the Dark One

Chime..............

A haunting melody that drifted, like a feather on the softest of breezes, into her dream... the sound was one of comfort, she had heard the hourly chimes ever since she was nothing more than a baby. That sound had helped her sleep..... it was her... lullabye....

Chime.....

Her eyes, lavender silk hued, opened as the chime echoed into the room, mingling with the hush of the breeze that cooled the night sky. It was dark, moonless, she unable to see even the vaguest shadows whether in the room or outside... she knew the window was still ajar, the caress of the wind told her that, the chill kissing her skin, as if wishing to be her first, her only, lover....

Chime....

She did not want to move, the silken sheets, the breath of wind, Shinae had always loved the night, this one, the night of her birth, no wait, it was the night after her birth, she had taken her first breath, and even now lay in the arms of her father, her first breath taken just before midnight had struck, her mother's last taken just after... this night was more beautiful than any she could remember, she did not wish to disturb the darkness, the breeze, the midnight... she stayed stilled...

"It is time.."

The whispered words mingled with the ......

Chime.......

Had she heard words? Or just the strike of the chord, the music, announcing the hour, of midnight, one day dying and another being born.... the reverse of her own birth 18 years ago, where her birth ended the day, her mother's death birthing the next day....

The chime bell still echoed that 4th moment, the shadows before her taking shape, and within, the crimson glow of eyes, His eyes...

Her own focused, her breath catching within her lace and silk wrapped chest.. He looking down at her, reaching out to her.. the Stranger, from her dreams, His face hidden within the shadows, but she knew, it was Him...

She lifted her hand to His, slender fingers coming to rest within the stronger grasp of His.....

Chime.....

Drawn to Him, Shinae smiles slightly, believing this to be a dream... her lips part, as hers meets His.... a shiver racing thru her at the touch of His hands, sliding slowly up her arms, fingertips, warm, brushing soft skin... the kiss deepening... her own hands lift, to rest to His chest, fingers grasping at the dark, soft material of His shirt...

Chime.....

Shinae gasped when the kiss parted, her eyes having closed, fluttering open now, beneath a veil of dark lashes..

She was walking, bared feet taking slow and steady steps, toward the window, the window stood wide open... How did ???..... She had only left it open a little, to allow in the breeze....

She paused... turning to gaze into the mirror, the moon having slid out from behind the clouds that had cloaked it from site, the haunting light illuminating the room, the figures within, and the mirror she now was staring into...

She saw herself, the emerald green of her nightgown clinging to her curves, outlining her in that precious, beautiful color, long dark hair tumbling down, the very ends tickling the swell of nipples that peaked her breasts beneath the silken touch... eyes of almost deepest lavender, flickering with a heat awakened inside her... and ......

Chime...

Him, behind her, Darkness, and the heated glow of His crimson gaze, peering out, focusing not on Himself in the mirror's reflection, but upon her.. He stood a head or more taller than her, the shadow looming behind her, she could see only the hint of His face, His dark hair... she watched, as He let His fingers slowly dance upwards, to rest upon the curve of her shoulders, the silken straps of the nightgown were slowly slid away.... the silk clinging to the swell of her breasts.. She saw Him smile... her own breath catching at the image of His handsome, beautiful face.... She wanted to turn, to beg Him to kiss her again, anything... but she could not move... she was captured.... in His web....

Chime.....

The silk fluttering to the floor, whispering along her form... She moaned at the touch of His lips to her throat, her body instinctively melting back against Him, into His embrace, quivering... she trying to stay focusing on the mirror, but unable to.. her eyes rolling back and closing as the pleasure, a warm caress of heat, curls into and thru her from that one spot upon her delicate throat where He suckled... kissed... licked....

"Shinae. You are mine now. You are my princess. My chosen. My sacrifice. You will be mine forever more. Do you want that?"


Gasping, eyes suddenly opening as His hands cup, fondle, caress, her bared breasts... she tensing, arching her back just alittle, leaning into Him, His arms tightening around her.... "ahh.. ppplease" she whispered, wanting to beg Him to stop, knowing she should, but the words would not come, instead, a low, hungered moan rippled forth.... mingling with the ....

Chime...... that rang out another strike closer to midnight...

Shinae began to sway slightly, as the Stranger's hands trailed downwards... her own hand coming to rest over one of His, the other reaching up and behind her, fingers stroking thru that long dark hair.. His mouth still tantalizing, teasing, tasting her skin, and the aroused heat that was now glistening on that soft flesh...

What was happening to her... this dream was so unlike the others... her eyes focusing again in the mirror, seeing His mouth upon her throat, His hands, fingers now dipping between her parted thighs... Shinae crying out, her wetness coming forth, dampening, warming... She did not understand what was happening.. why was this dream so much more..... real.. than the others had been??

Was it the kiss from Stanley?? If so, why was she not dreaming of him???

Chime.....

Her head fell back to His shoulder, a keening cry coming from deep inside her...

Chime.....

It was as if a light inside her came on... Shinae's head came forward, eyes wide, staring..........

Chime....

In the mirror before her, she could see, clearly, crystal clearly, Him, in His full, Demoic form, long leathered wings extended, the blackness of His skin, His head lifting, fangs dripping with venom... eyes of fire staring out at her... His clawed hands wrapped about her body, even now stroking between her legs... Forked, serpentine tongue gliding out to taste of her sweet flesh...

His real form.... from the very depths of hell....

and...... in that mirror... in that reflection.... she could see ....

her..... her own form....

Angelic... ivory wings tinged in gold, also extended, but dwarfed in size compared to His... she was stunning, bathed in a soft almost ethereal glow... that same light flickering in her eyes. Her long midnight black hair the only darkness that graced her form...

"You" she whispered, those flickering eyes widening... turning in His arms, no longer looking at the reflection in the mirror, but now up and at Him, her eyes meeting His, and she wanting to fall within that gaze....

Around them, the 12th chime hung, suspended.... the sound a soft tingle that alights the air with music....

"You... " she again repeated, the word trembling past her lips as her hand came up to rest to the side of His Demonic visage... her wings were quaking... her body, still naked, gently coming together with His... "it... has been... so long.... I... thought You no longer loved... me... wanted me" she could not draw her eyes away from Him... within.... was all the love she had once held for the Angel, when He had roamed the Heavens, before the horrific fall He had taken...

She went almost limp in His arms... clinging to the Demon... the emotion of seeing Him again, of her soul... the soul of the Angel who had been so deeply in love within Him... seeing Him, being in His arms.... "Lucifer" she moaned.... her breath washing across His chest where here head had come to rest...

Chime....

In the mirror once more, was the handsome Stranger and the naked, innocent girl.... but that did not change what she could see, feel, with the soul that lingered inside her....

Her head lifted once more, eyes wide staring at Him....

"I .... have ... missed You... so"

 

[Mhorashty]

Stanley and Rothe's 69.

Stanley had taken a few moments to reach his desicison but he decided to see what she had instore for him, so he watched her climb up before laying down and was utterly delighted when she knelt above his head, positioning her dripping pussy in perfect eating position. He was about to lean up and take his first lick of the second time around when her hand closed around his thick, hard cock. He groaned out softly... then he felt the heat of her breath on his cock. Cool air blowing in and through the stables, the fresh burst of warm air caused him to tremble as she slowly took her first lick...

..."Oh... " Stanley moaned out in delight at the sensation of her tongue's caress. He wondered if it felt this good when he did it to her, so he slowly raised his head off the bedding and buried it between her supple thighs. He could feel his orgasm building from her delicious actions...

His tongue moved from her clit, over her dripping pussy and beyond to her ass. He took another long, slow lick. He trembled again as he felt that nice warm breath, and the gentle caress of her tongue, working him..."Ohhh Rothe! Your.. You were right..." Another groan elicited from his parted lips.. he moaned into her tight dripping pussy..

 

[Mhorashty]

The Demon King..

As he saw her angelic form, and remembered what he'd once had been a tear came to eye and slithered down his cheek. He looked down at her and remembered the things they'd shared in the times before. Before his proud fall, before his descention into the pits and his remergence into the human world. "I still desire you as much as I did the day we first shared each other. I have missed you very much.. and I do still love you. I thougt you had foresaken me after my fall.."

He scooped her up into his arms and held her close to him. He felt her head on his chest and smiled, "Come.. we will leave this peasent place and be away to your new home." He pulled the shadows around them as his head bent down and his lips pressed to her's.. for a matter of moments they were nowhere. Lost in eachother, as they had been once before. When he finally took a step forward they stepped out onto a beautifully crafted balcony. Overlooking the village over which he ruled mercilessly. He broke from her lips and looked at out the sleepy, fog covered town.

"They will all be quite upset when they find that you've been taken and chosen to be mine." He smiled rather darkly down at her and turned slowly and walked into the room. The room is self was very plain, as if he had no need for the luxorious trappings of nobility, at least.. not while he slept. He walked over to the large bed and sat her down on it.

"You are mine now Shinae.. we will complete this 'ritual' when I take your virginity and spill myself within you. You will then be granted a portion of my powers and will rule with me.. forever." He would take much pleasure in crafting her demonic visage personally, for he still retained his ability to alter the creator's works. The ability was originally granted to him so he may aide in the creation of all. But now.. it served a much darker purpose...