Thread: k i s s i n g angels goodbye. [ dou x fate ]

Such a petite little thing, this delicate angel. She was designed to be an innocent messenger of God, beautiful, perhaps, but in a distant manner. No sensuality, no sexed desires, nothing so base, but removed beauty. Cassiel continued running her greedy hands along that body, feeling its soft curves, the flesh yielding beneath her skilled hands. The demon practically panted with want, her own desire feeding off the feelings she wrought from this angel. Oh, how Cassiel wanted to thrust her hips against this pure little thing, to take her, to ravage her and rip away that innocence. The demon's blood surged at the thought, raising throughout her own very sexualized form. Nipples became peaks of desire, a sex grew hot and moist, and were she not a being of darkness a flush would show on that too pale skin. As it was, bits of steam nearly escaped the demon's panting lips. Control she reminded herself, control. She needed to at least rein in her wants and needs for now. True, she could unleash the full power of her want and lust upon Samaire. The little thing was just her trial run, her practice, and at some point, Cassiel knew she would unleash the full power of her lustful desires upon the poor little thing. But that would not do now. She needed to draw the angel over, to find the exact point where Samaire crossed the line, and to just nudge it over. For when Cassiel found that line, she could tread it, could hold it as long as possible, as long as she needed for her true target. So the demon kept working the angel's flesh. Her greedy fingers dug into those breasts, kneading the tiny little things, working them as though through sheer pressure they could grow. The fingers curl, nails nearly digging in, piercing through the robe. Cassiel would not draw blood, as entertaining as mixing pain and pleasure would be, that would muddy the results. No, this was to be an onslaught of pure pleasure, an injection of pure wanton delight directly into this innocent little form. Cassiel lowered her head to engulf the breast in her lips. The demon was not surprised to find the small orb could be taken entirely between her lips. She tasted the fabric of the robe, knew that the thin material offered some slight protection. She dragged her fork tongue across it, using the angel's own garb against her. The material, moistened by warm demonic saliva, would drag across the sensitive flesh, pulling at it. The tongue dragged and twirled, till at last Cassiel found the nipple. Again her lips closed about the nub, again suckling against it. This time, Cassiel sucked hard, her cheeks caving. Robe and flesh drew into the demon's mouth. Her teeth clenched slightly, holding it in place, so that her tongue could snake down and flutter all around the tip of it. Seconds passed with Cassiel unleashing unholy pleasures upon that singular breast. she parted, panting and looking down at the wet spot. The tongue returned, circling her lips, and she looked up into the angel's eyes. Were Samaire Azrael, this where Cassiel would tease her, taunt her, hammer her with words and point out the desires wrought unwillingly from her form. Cassiel cared about Azrael, even she was willing to admit it. Why else single out the angel among so many as her prize? Such a beautiful, majestic creature deserved to bear the nephilim. But this? This trembling mound of pathetic flesh? Samaire very nearly disgusted Cassiel. Her eyes communicated that clearly. The angel was a pound of flesh, a meal the demon had to choke down in order to get to the dessert she planned on thoroughly enjoying. So without a word, Cassiel transferred to the other breast. The process continued, the tongue lashing, the lips sucking. Perhaps it was a little rougher now, more teeth, a little more pressure. The hands moved to tug at the robes, pulling them up. Cassiel wanted more bared flesh, wanted to see more of the skin. More importantly, she wanted to get to the true goal, the true aim of her actions. After all, Cassiel was a demon, and demons weren't exactly known for their skills with foreplay, despite Cassiel's obvious efforts at proving that to the contrary.