Thread: Light and Dark (Moonstruck Fox)

Sethreil laughed at the human he was tormenting. Tristan was so funny, the poor little human didn't even know what he wanted. i'm not sure the term 'saved your life' is really appropriate. he muttered. that would imply i did it because it was the ' right thing to do ' and i never do anything ' just because it is the right thing to do ' ever. i'm a demon. he pointed out. and i'll do, and take, what i please, from you, and from anyone else i want. and with that he was gone, leaving Tristan to do as he pleased. which he was almost immidiatly regretting allowing. he was bored, and was probobly going to stay that way for a while. stupid humans and their delicate sensibilities. now what was he going to do? his boredom was broken the second he felt the Bond he had with Tristan flair in pain, and NO ONE, hurt what was HIS. he appeared in an instant into the room and attacked the person immidiatly responsible for the two strips across Tristan's back. Demon's where not, after all, known for being fair, so why would Sethreil care that he was killing a measly little human? he reveled in the tortured screams that Erikson was letting off, delighted in the streaks of bright red blood that flowed down porcelain skin.... and then his stupid human had to go and get in the way, right in the middle of a strike. Sethreil didn't notice immidiatly, as furious as he was, and was halfway into the second strike before he realized that Tristan was in the way, and was begging for the stupid human's life. Sethreil snarled and with a twitch of his wrist, the whip missed it's mark, striking empty air instead. a human wouldn't have been able to maneuver a whip like that, but Sethreil was above and beyond the capabilities of such simple creatures. you would beg for his life when he struck you, and planned to rape you? Sethreil demanded. you are wrong, in what you think. this man glories in rape, and pain. he would have taken you against your will, and used your innocence and naivety against you. Sethreil stared at Tristan and then sighed. Fine, the thing will live then. he grumbled. since you have asked for it. i will spare him. he decided, tossing the whip to the floor in disgust. ruining my fun... he grumbled, moving over to Tristan, yanking him to his feet, and the next instant, it felt as if his stomach had been yanked out of him through his feet. and then a hard punch to the gut pushed it back in. one second in the club, the next second in Tristan's new bedroom. lay down. Sethreil ordered, shoving Tristan onto the bed. and don't move.' he ordered, pinning the other to the bed with his hands as he leaned down, and ran his tongue along the first, and worst of the strikes. the bleeding wound burned with every swipe of Sethreil's tongue, but it also went numb where Sethreil licked. five minutes of licking, and the worst whip strike was not just numb... it was gone! Sethreil had healed the wound, which would have scarred normally, without effort, and without leaving a single mark behind. then he worked on the other two, his long tongue lapping at every little bit of injury there was in a much more sensual manner this time. you taste wonderful, did you know? Sethreil asked, sounding smug as he pressed a kiss in between the others shoulder blades before letting up up, deciding not to push Tristan any further than he had already been pushed. you where almost raped tonight you know. Sethreil warned with a glare. had he raped you, or even touched you in an intimate fashion... i would have killed him. he promised. i will allow no one but me to harm you that deeply. well wasn't that creepy?