Thread: The Divine Punishment [TriniMad & darkest_fate]

Raelynn just wished that he would lay off of teasing with her companions as while she felt no fond lingering feelings for them, just the mere thought of a demon taunting and tormenting their choices was enough to annoy her. It just wasn't right , yet nothing about right now was right either. If someone had offered this situation to her even last week, Raelynn would have just snorted and laughed it off, dismissing it as mere fantasies. Her, the spellsword of light, giving herself over to the clutches of a demon lord like this and letting him have his way with her? Completely incomprehensible, yet... Here she was, the desire to enjoy what he was giving her pushing against the long-built dam that she had protected herself with. There was absolutely every reason why she should be enjoying besides that one reason. Deathwing was careful, gentle even as she allowed him even further along her neck, shuddering along the pink possessive buds that were placed along the length of her skin. Each one held its own lustful poison, and in combination, there was no way Raelynn could resist it all. Maybe a single kiss, maybe just a few nibbles, but with how much Deathwing was going on now, she was doomed to fall and succumb to their growing mutual desires. She felt no fear with how his taloned fingers, so able to rip and shred if he wanted, touched and grasped her - her thighs to be exact, where if it had been anyone else, Raelynn would have instantly broke his fingers. But for Deathwing, she simply shuddered, hissing softly once his claws lightly dug into her tanned skin and toned muscles. She had sworn - Raelynn was counting on him wanting her as attractive as possible, and even with him leaving red trails after his talons, he would not hurt her permanently. Even better was that he decided to leave her clothes be, and for that, with just what modesty was covered with it, she couldn't help but feel the slightest bit grateful to the demon lord. Like what? You could just be bluffing, she murmured back, her formerly clear and strong tone now reduced to the soft peals of small bells as Raelynn allowed herself to press her forehead against the almost hot hard muscles of Deathwing's chest. She felt warm herself, feverish if she didn't know better, and by now, her head was swimming with the overwhelming desire he was soaking into her. His poison wasn't the only one, and even though Raelynn thought she had braced herself for the touch, she couldn't expect just how good it felt when he started to touch around her nether lips. Not quite on it, but enough to make her gasp and let out another choked moan against his chest as her arms tightened even more around his neck and her body pressed up more insistently against his. Oh fuck you , she hissed out under her breath, feeling herself becoming even more soaked and wetter as time went on. It was quick, too quick even. Naturally, she wouldn't have been this wet so abruptly, but once he started to whisper those sinful words into her ear and continued to play between her legs, Raelynn could feel herself drip as her mind sunk into depravity. How many times had she just laid there, gasping and soaking in the night as she fantasized, the extent of what she would allow herself? And now, he was teasing her, drawing her along the edge of the desire, and Raelynn was sure he could feel the moistness begin to soak through the leather and cloth covering it. Every touch was electricity, exhilarating, and she shuddered again, a whisper of another gasp on her lips to call out Deathwing again. A little higher, a little to the left - her clit was throbbing, needing more touch on it, but yet, all she could do was push and roll her hips downwards against his touches. Raelynn was scarcely aware of what her body was even doing now instincts had taken over, and even as she briefly tried to control herself, her body still wanted to grind down against that touch that would help sate her. Deathwing nibbling and playing with her ear was enough to make her grunt quietly, then jerk her head to press her lips against him aggressively. It's all because of you , she replied back in another vehement hissed whisper against his mouth before sealing their lips together again. This time, the groan she gave him was louder, and the sweetness even more delicious than before. Her tongue swirled against her lips, opening her mouth to invite him in, and in the mounting lust of it all, continued to grind and press her body against whatever touches he could give her - the throbbing wetness between her legs beyond the layer of clothes that lusted for more than raking talon-tip touches and the way her covered breasts rubbed up against his chest. It was just all too much for her now, too hot, too much clothing on.