Thread: The Divine Punishment [TriniMad & darkest_fate]

Hot breath puffed against Azondious. He could feel it just before he'd claimed that mouth, heard the words as the woman he held in his grasp practically begged for him. How many times had lips moved to say those sweet words to him? Countless lips had parted countless times to say variants on the theme take me . Yet each time still spoke directly to that lust within the demon. He was not one who had grown bored with the world, however he might have portrayed himself to Raelynn earlier. No, this was a demon who had learned the subtle variations within a voice, those trembling intonations and what they meant. And he had never, ever anticipated this. He'd been hoping to take the woman. To thrust himself within her, to fill her with his seed, to make her his and to force her into that prophesied role. He'd anticipated her will, believed fully that he could surmount it, perhaps even turn it. But he had simply not anticipated the woman to be this sensual, to have this... this lustful being hidden behind that icy exterior. Despite himself Azondious felt her words igniting lusts in him that spoke to the core of his very existence, his being as a creature of raw lust. He could feel the legs wrapped tight about him, practically demanding he fulfill his promises. More pertinently, he could feel a hot sex pressing against him. A layer of protective cloth separated plated dick from virgin sex. Yet somehow Azondious could actually feel Raelynn flexing against him, forcing her nether region to actually kiss against his cock. He ground back in return, feeling the pressure of his massive member against it. To further his surprise, the demon found his hand placed upon a breast. His eyes actually widened slightly, again impressed by her forwardness, her daring. Virgins did not, as a whole, invite lust demons to touch their breasts. He responded in kind, squeezing and moving the flesh. His talons began to pierce just in places, shredding the thinner bits to rake against the softer flesh beneath. He clearly still managed, somehow, to hold back from simply tearing his hand down and completely disrobing this frustrating woman. No, that would somehow be giving her what she wanted, and he wanted to prove his skills. Raelynn made that... difficult. The demon growled as he felt her hand taking his member fully. Yes, the plates protected, but he could still feel her as she worked her way through the bumps and folds. His cock pulsed with need, a bit of liquid now starting to seep from its massive top. Yet he kept his tongue working, his mouth enforcing his command of the situation, of her, until, that is, she pulled away from him. Hissed words fell from those lips, and the demon chuckled. Is this Raelynn, spellblade of light, that speaks to Deathwing, demon of lust and fear, so boldly? he rasped. His hands began working, teasing her flesh again. Talons dug into soft-breastflesh, testing, taunting, feeling. He rolled his palm, dragging her garb against her. Why is it that you humans are so desperate, hm? he lowered his lips, again taking hers for a few kisses while he worked his hand to massage against her breast. Your life is not so short as to not fully enjoy yourself, he whispered onto the lips as he parted. His hand went lower, grabbing her rear. The demon pulled her forward, grinding her up and down his cock. He began using Raelynn's body effectively as a sleeve for himself, pulling her torso up and down against him. Except that he seemed to have some purpose, circling the hips, grinding her in specific locations. His cock pulsed and seemed to send a little shock directly to a very specific spot. Besides, he said, moving to lock eyes with the mortal, it strikes me that the one demanding satisfaction is likely the one who needs it most. Are you already burning with that intense of a lust, Raelynn the spellblade? with each syllable of her name, little bursts of energy coursed from the throbbing phallus, leaking into the woman. This was not a man men did not possess dark magics that leaked into their coupling, that intensified, warping pain and discomfort into still more pleasure. I have no reason to rush, unless you'd like to give me one? he said, before moving down to yet again kiss his way down her throat, all while his hand massaged her impressive bust through her increasingly shredded clothing, and his mammoth member surged against her already soaked sex.