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Thread: Of  Love and Gore (Andariel and Nosferatu)

Elwins smooth shapely thighs tucked together, her hips wiggling softly as a tiny squeak came from her lips. Her eyes glanced wearily towards her wine glass as it sat safely in her seat at the table, the only thought running through her head was the rest of the night. It was clear that Damian was out for blood the second he began essentially pouring booze down her throat. Once her mind was away from what could happen the rest of the night, all she was able to think of was the increasing pressure she felt against her bladder. Her feet moved on auto pilot, one hand holding a platter of bread, while the other nursed a bowl of leafy greens, carrying them to the table just as she heard his feet tapping against the wood floors. With her hands tugging at the back of her dress she turned, facing him just as he reached the landing. With a swipe of her tongue her lips moistened and her eyes trailed him hungrily. Black slacks hung perfectly against his hips, draping down his thick thighs before carefully whisping at the black dress shoes he wore. His top was white and crisp and held his chest perfectly making his top half look almost as if he were sculpted in the finest marble. Her chest heaved softly just once as his rough hand captured her own, bringing it to his mouth, letting the finest kisses land against it before glance upon her and taking his seat at the head of the table. Her own body quickly sat as well, just diagonal to his own, her legs turned towards his as she listened to his voice. It was sweet, like the finest honey, yet harsh like nails on a chalk board, sending shivers down Elwins curved spine. To my very beautiful baby girl, and our new future together! Ill love you forever, for Im the only one who can love you the proper way. He spoke to her, lifting his own glass, letting its burgundy liquid slosh about. It was like he knew, it was as if he had seen the second bottle of wine topped off and dropped in the trash bin. Elwins finger tips carefully took the stem of her own glass, raising it to his, letting the rims tap together gently, her lips turning up to him before adding her own words. To a new turn. Elwin whispered softly her eyes gleaming into his. The glass was brought carefully to her lips, her lower muscles tightening, her legs crossing as her mind was brought back to the aching need to release. Her lips pursed softly as her glass was set against the dark wood of their dining table. The desire to eat was no longer with Elwin. The broth that floated in her bowl made her hips squirm. She knew from the moment she had sat down she was no long her own person. She was his person. She knew what he expected of her, it was what she wanted after all. Ask to move, ask to blink, ask to breath. Elwins eyes glanced up to him wearily, her teeth clamped onto her bottom lip, Damian She trailed, her eyes watching him begging softly.
Thread: Of  Love and Gore (Andariel and Nosferatu)

Damien had been indulgently enjoying his dinner that his new slave had prepared, he needed to getting used to thinking of her as his slave, and no more his partner, or his lover. She was to only pleasure him and his wills, and she was only to endure pain and suffering at his pleasure, this was the parameters of their relationship now. As he finished his 3rd glass of wine, he could feel the intoxication burgundy liquid absorbing into his blood, loosening up his morals, and mouth. He gazed at his prized possession as she looked more and more drunk as the dinner wore one, she was composed and very lady like in all of her expressions and motions, but a sloppiness was starting to wash over her, they had drank 2 bottles of wine already, she was responsible for all of that wine disappearing though. In the middle of the dinner, Elwin was looking up to her master, softly speaking his name. Damiens head turned to her with a soft, and warm smile, What is it that I can do for you on this lovely evening my dear? He spoke as if he was oblivious to the environment that they had intentionally set up, he played dumb that as she squirmed about in her chair she was battling the intense signals that her body was telling to run to the bathroom to release everything in the bladder. Damien was just about finished with his soup as he got up to the kitchen, pouring himself another glass of wine. Elwins glass was one-third full, she hadnt been sipping her glass as much, he was certain that she was almost filled to the brim. He casually walked up behind Elwin, filling her glass up back to the top. He was thinking how she would be getting better at the bathroom control over time, but he knew this first night was going to be the roughest for the both of them.
Thread: Of  Love and Gore (Andariel and Nosferatu)

What is it that I can do for you on this lovely evening my dear? Damian let out smoothly, his eyes glancing to her face momentarily, watching her hips wiggle impatiently. Elwins bottom lip quivered softly, her eyes gazing into his own, mustering the best puppy dog look as she could. Her legs quickly crossed over one another as her glances moved from him to the full bowl before her. Damian had been happily feasting the whole time, the tiny trickles of broth falling from his spoon back into the bowl sent uncomfortable waves through her body. With a soft blink, her eyes fluttered closed for a second, only to hear Damian stand up and move about their kitchen. Her eyes opened soon enough to see his hand grasping the wine bottle once more, its lip meeting her glass, pouring more in. It was like she couldnt hold it any longer as she felt a tiny trickle against her lower lips. Just a drop against her bare lower half was enough to bring a thick cherry blush to her lips. Please Damian She whimpered softly, feeling her bladder buldge as she removed her eyes from the glass before her, tilting her chin up to him. I have to go She whispered in a slight humiliation. The only thing she could do now was squirm in hopes that he would allow her to go. Her thighs were left damp, both from a mix of her damp, aroused pussy and the drop of her own piss that had escaped her. In a last ditch effort, her hand moved to the glass that sat before her, bring it quickly to her lips letting all the contents of the glass trail down her throat. Her hopes to please his shone in her eyes as she let the empty glass slip from her fingers and back onto the table. She watched him, pleading with her eyes, clenching every muscle she had in hopes of keeping her release.
Thread: Angels and demons (SarungaDeshawXdimitri-klyff)

The war between heaven and hell had been raging for longer then anyone could remember. It seemed heaven had pulled everything they could against hell. Hell had done the same even pulling in demons that didn't want anything to do with the fight. She had been one that didn't want anything to do with this battle. To her she didn't care which side won. Either one would not be good for her. Unlucky for her she had been pulled into the fight and rose through the ranks quickly tell she was in a spot where she was told things that most wouldn't know. One of hells major moves was a assault on heavens strong hold. A battle that hadn't gone well. She had chased a lower class angel only to find out why one had presented itself so freely. Now she sat perched on a rock in the center of a devil's trap her sword laying beside her as her elbows where propped up on her knees. Unlike many demons her skin was pale and her skin was white giving her a haunting appearance. Dark crimson eyes scanned the area before her hoping for a demon but suspecting a angel. Seeing as how they normally didn't take their pray alive it would mean they had planned this. Standing her arms stretched out over her head as large bat like wings seemed to follow the motion spreading out. A long black scaled tail waved back and forth slightly as she slowly started walking towards the edge of the trap. She knew to cross over would mean death. Still she walked around the edge of the trap seeing who ever had made it had done a good job as much as she hated to admit it. She hated being trapped by something that wouldn't show its self. As she continued walking around she could hear the sounds of battle slowly dying down knowing the demons where retreating leaving her tapped in angel territory. Alright, You have me. So whats your plan feather brains bore my to death? she yelled hoping it would be a quick death.
Thread: Angels and demons (SarungaDeshawXdimitri-klyff)

There is a bit of confusion when it comes to the human knowledge of angels and devils. Devils are often portrayed as arrogant creatures who want nothing more than chaos, agony and suffering while angels are often portrayed as meek ones, gentle ones, loving ones. Fiction have also led the human mind astray when authors chose to portray demons as the stronger and braver kind while the angels are but peaceful and chaos-hating. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case especially when it comes to the actual war that was happening then. Alec was one such angel who had the strength, agility, endurance and characteristics of a demon. He was an angel of high ranking - one who was praised by the heavens and all heavenly entities. All the angels knew him for his strength and intelligence when it came to battle strategies especially when capturing those who needed to be captured. And here he was, about to look at his new prey. To his surprise, a lovely demon was caught in it. Feather-brains? That's not exactly such a warm welcome now, is it? Alec uttered as he revealed himself from the shadows. In front of the female demon stood a muscle-toned 6-footer angel with blonde locks that wavily flowed down until his shoulders and eyes that were bluer than the daylight sky. He was looking down at the demon with a smirk.
Thread: Angels and demons (SarungaDeshawXdimitri-klyff)

She had had many run ins with angels before and knew they where anything but peaceful and meek. Slowly her leathery wings folded against her back as her long scaled tail lashed back and forth showing her clear annoyance over being trapped like she was. Hearing a voice it was almost a relief when the angel that had captured her decided to show himself. Sometimes waiting was something far worse then actually doing through it. Her deep crimson eyes focused solely on the approaching angel who she first noted was far taller then her and muscular. His blond locks waive and flowing down his shoulders along with his blue eyes where enough to pull a slight scoffing noise from her as she approached the edge of the demon trap looking up at him seemingly unafraid of what he could easily do. Great, I've been captured by the poster boy of angels, she spoke with a smirk over her pale lips. She might have been captured and more then likely would end up dying but she would go out pressing as many buttons as she could. So slowly she did something that no demon would do. She turned her back to him her tail softly laying still as she looked out over the hilly terrine board. A demon trap isn't a warm welcome either, now is it feather brain? she asked having noticed there where no more sounds of fighting which meant the battle was over and she was alone here. With him. So lets cut the small talk. You caught me. Your on a holier then though kick. So what shall it be? Torture? Death? A long winded lecture of how we are sssssoooo evil or do you want me to oil your feathers? With way it would be nice if you would get to it. I am growing board,
Thread: Angels and demons (SarungaDeshawXdimitri-klyff)

There were two kinds of demons as far as Alec's mind was concerned one was the one who instantly begged for their lives upon capture and the other one who wouldn't think twice about slashing their tails and weapons out at him. Both, with a sense of pride, were very easy to defeat for Alec. He saw no point in allowing them to live long and to see them tortured. This new one, on the other hand, caught his attention and retained it. The way she teased him was very new to him but it was a change that he gladly welcomed. After all, it had been a while since someone stood up to him like that. Poster boy, huh? Am I also popular even in your realm? I've heard of taboo idols but I am too much of a taboo for your kind to lust about, don't you think? Alec remarked as he circled around the captured demon. His wings - purely white and huge - rested peacefully on his back as his glow slowly faded away upon the end of the battle outside. Alec walked over to the mechanism and pulled the lever to release the trap and thus releasing his new capture as well. I don't suppose you're the... umm... pin-up girls of your kind? Alec teased. This time he approached her and allowed his fingers to linger on her shoulder blades down to her arms.
Thread: Angels and demons (SarungaDeshawXdimitri-klyff)

She would only roll her eyes hearing the steady falls of his foot steps as he started walking around the trap that held her. Her eyes slowly moved over his wings wondering for a few seconds if there where as soft as they looked. Any normal demon would have attacked or ran away when he pulled the lever to release the trap. She how ever remained where she was. Standing with her arms crossed over a full leather clad chest. You are hardly a taboo idol, she spoke her tail slowly waving back and forth as she watched him closely. If I where to lust after someone it wouldn't be you, she spoke staying still as he slowly started approaching her. Feeling his fingers linger on her shoulder blades down to her arms was not what she had been expecting but she still wouldn't let him know he had gotten the upper hand on her. Slowly her tail snaked its way up the tip twitching slightly. Hardly the pin up girl of my kind. But that being said, she said reaching across finding his hand gently pushing it away as her tail lightly flicked his hair away. I'm not here for you to touch, she spoke looking back over her shoulder at him before she looked ahead of her slowly starting to walk away from him as though it was nothing unusual. Thanks for the laughs though,
Thread: Angels and demons (SarungaDeshawXdimitri-klyff)

Alec, gifted with so many powers, raised up his hand and stopped her in her tracks through the power of telekinesis. Not so fast, he told her, keeping her in place and smirking as he approached the captured demon. It's quite a pity, isn't it? You just got here and now you're on your way out? You may not lust over me but I think it would be just right to stay for a while, don't you think? Besides, a high-ranking angel is personally inviting you to his humble abode. Why should you resist? With that, Alec walked past her and led the way allowing his telekinetic abilities to serve as a leash for his captured demon to follow him. Alec passed through many majestic-looking hallways filled with bronze decors and high-class paintings until they reached the end of one with a tall mahogany door that stretched from the floor all the way up to the ceiling. It had intricate carvings on it outlined with gold and knobs that looked like they could've cost a fortune. Alec turned the knob and opened the door that led inside his room. This will be your new home from now on, little demon.
Thread: Angels and demons (SarungaDeshawXdimitri-klyff)

As she felt her body refusing to move she knew that the angel was behind it. Even though her body refused to move she still found that she could move her mouth of her own free will. Let me go angel. You don't want to make me angry, She growled out lowly her anger growing. She could hear the steady approach of his footsteps as he approached her and soon he came into sight stirring her anger a little more. I should resist because I don't want to be around one of your kind, she spoke lowly and coldly as she looked into his eyes. In case you didn't realize angel's tend to kill demons. So I doubt that going to your humble abode would be a good thing, A long low growl slipped out her full pale lips as she was forced to follow him. She knew his wasn't going to be good and she could only guess what new horror would await her when she arrived. why would you want a demon in your humble abode. Last I heard your kind wasn't into the whole tea and cookies thing, she spoke keeping the sarcasm in her voice. As they ventured through majestic looking hallways she felt out of place. Looking over the tall mahogany door and the intricate carvings made her feel all that much more out of place Where she came from there where not as many pretty things around as there where here. Once more she felt her body being forced to do something she didn't want it to as she followed him into the room. I have my own home thank you, she spoke looking over those wings once more. As soon as you let me go I will be heading back there,
Thread: More than a Machine (Trixie & I)

As he was staring at the ceiling, pondering the life fate gave him, there was a sudden thump that, to Ken, sounded like it came from the roof. It was too big to be a bird and he certainly hadn't asked nor seen anyone trying to climb up there, so what was it? With his gaze locked on his ceiling, he would soon get his answer. He noticed a very slight crack up there that hadn't been there before. It was most likely caused by whatever it was that landed up on his roof and its weight was now causing the crack to grow and grow. In fact, he could now hear a sort of groan coming from the house like something was about to give. Sure enough, the object that crashed up there was now coming down here followed by a trail of wooden debris and tile. Ken sheepishly cowered under his covers seeing as he couldn't move out of the way and was too awestruck to even do so anyways and needless to say, the impact was massive, both to his bed and his body. When the dust settled, the young man attempted to get out of his bed and assess the damage caused to his roof and his body, but soon found that he couldn't, due to a mass of...something that was weighing him down, probably the object that crashed into him and nearly broke him in two. Within the light now shining from the roof, that object became clear to him as day. And though he could see it, it was still rather impossible to believe. A girl. A rather conspicuously dressed girl. Green hair, yellow eyes with a sort of lifeless look in them and the body of a god damned vixen. It was one thing for him to cause chaos whenever he was around a woman, but for a woman to nearly destroy his home in this way was beyond even his unfortunate capabilities. What...the hell? Ken uttered in disbelief as he now tried to approach the mysterious girl that crashed through his roof, seemingly immune to the fact that doing would more than likely bring some kind of disaster upon him.
Thread: More than a Machine (Trixie & I)

Those eyes were indeed lifeless as Ai lay there, her hair slathered with bits of drywall, the once white hair made so again by the sheer amount of dust that she'd caught coming down through the ceiling. She was heavier than he would have expected -- she looked like she might have been a hundred and ten, maybe a hundred and twenty pounds, but instead weighed a solid fifty more. However, as she lay on him, those eyes sparked once more to life -- except for their strange, coppery color, when the life came back to them they looked every bit the eyes of a human. However, something was... off. Emotions flickered through those eyes -- curiosity, fear, worry, and a bevy of other rapid fire feelings before she settled both dainty hands on his chest, pushing herself up into a sitting position on him. She was every bit as soft as a regular human, her breasts rising and falling like a normal human's breathing, her skin giving way slightly as she sat on his stomach -- the only hints that she was not what she appeared to be at least through touch was her abnormal weight. The green hair, strange eyes, and odd clothing entirely notwithstanding. However, there was still confusion in those eyes, and when at last she spoke, the voice was flat. ... who are you? came the first question, and after what looked to be a moment of thought, she cocked her head. She proceeded to ask a far more worrying question Who am I? That fall had been unexpected, and though she appeared to be perfectly fine... something or another had gotten a little rattled in there.
Thread: More than a Machine (Trixie & I)

As Ken got close enough to actually be able to touch the strange girl, there was a stirring in his bed. Was she awake? It certainly seemed like it now that the life had seemingly returned to her eyes. Just gazing into them, he could almost feel every emotion from joy to sadness in them as if she were trying to find the right feeling to express to him. But just as he was getting comfortable drowning in her gaze, the green haired girl unexpectedly pushed her way into him and put him promptly on the floor. Though she appeared to be light in stature, she had a mysterious amount of extra weight to her like she was made of metal or something. Her skin was anything but, however. It was soft and warm, like a girl's skin should feel when it's not slapping him across the face because he accidentally groped her. Upon finding himself in this new position of his, a bevy of emotions began to flow through Ken just as it did the mystery girl. Due to the fact that the only time he really ever had contact with a girl was when he was groping them or pulling down their skirts, he was unfamiliar on how to act. Should he feel happy? Afraid? Nervous? Maybe if he spoke to her, maybe if he just asked her who she was, he might get some kind of positive response out of her and an explanation of what was going on to boot. He opened his mouth, but it was dry, no words came out despite how desperately he wanted to convey his feeling. This lapse in communication allowed the girl to speak first. Who are you? she had asked him. A simple enough question for Ken to answer had he not wracked his brain trying to speak to her. But what she said next baffled him far more than he already was. Who...are you? he repeated with a perplexing tone. I don't know who you are. You just...fell through my roof all of a sudden. But my name...my name is Kensei Noragami, but people just call me Ken. It was beginning to dawn on the young man that he was actually beginning to have a conversation with a girl for the first time without something disastrous happening...well, if one considers that the disaster happened before the conversation, anyway...
Thread: More than a Machine (Trixie & I)

It didn't seem to occur to her that the position she had takem could have been considered inappropriate, mounting him as she had, keeping him pinned to the floor with a body that had been specially designed to, ahem, appeal to the male mind and body. Her expression was innocent -- curious, worried -- while her wide hips, thin waist, and bountiful chest, all of which strained against her strange outfit, screamed nothing but sin. She wasn't doing anything, however, merely sitting there looking down at him, awaiting the answers to the questions that she had asked of him. .... roof, she whispered, glancing up and perhaps realizing, for the first time, where she had come from. That fall had scrambled her a bit, and behind that angelic exterior, nanobots were hard at work rebooting systems and repairing what -- mostly superficial -- damage had occurred. Oh. She blinked up at the gaping hole above, before looking back down to him. I broke your roof. Sorry, Ken, she said, committing the name and face to memory. His voice, too, all of it locked into a concise file. There was more, though, as she felt his body's rhythm through her own, feeling his pulse quicken, noticing his breathing shallowing. Nervousness. Do I worry you? she asked at last. I... I... that sounded familiar to her. She paused for a moment, staring at the nearby wall over Ken's head. ... am I I? she asked. I... Ai? Yes. Yes, that sounded familiar. There was a brief flash of recognition, a video file of a white labcoat... but it was corrupted. Shame. I'm Ai, she said at last, settling on what surely was as good an appelation as any other.