I'M NO ANGEL
05-16-2014, 03:01 AM
Granules of obsidian sand blended against the ivory fur that coated his paws as he walked, the sand shifting effortlessly beneath him. He paused in his step, his talons flexing in the sand, digging into the ground, before relaxing and releasing the earth beneath them. The devil could only view himself as a gift to this amicable world. All the silly little fools who resided in packs, truly only chose the soft life if offered to protect them from demons like he. That wouldn't save them No, he'd bring their pathetic excuses for empires to their knees. These fools ruled with compassion, kindness, and alliances. It made him retch. The sodding fools had no idea how to rule and empire. Their common people should fear them- not seek and appeal to their mercy. Fear was a much better motivator... but where to begin?
Ivory haunches lowered to the ground, as he mulled over his plans- trying to identify what way to best go about getting what he wanted- complete chaos. There wasn't an army in the world that could stop him. However, if that army's ranks were filled with the swelling hips of many beautiful women, he could perhaps, convince himself to spare their lives. The smirk that pulled at his lips, almost caused him to miss the scent of another- his head turned sharply to the side, taking in a deep breath. Speaking of women He thought, How perfect. Words slid from the confines of his chest, with a rumbling growl. "Come out and play, darling. I promise to bite.... hard."
05-16-2014, 03:15 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-16-2014, 04:52 AM by Othello I.)
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05-16-2014, 04:51 AM
A delicacy she was, an ivory temptress with spectacular violet eyes. A primal hunger stirred inside him, as he eyed her, his eyes leaving no curve of her body unexplored. How she could fold under him.. Her words were a light tease, and he wondered how it would feel if her delicate canines did in fact bite into him. A dark chuckle rolled from the confines of his massive chest, "Why don't you show me?" He taunted, wanting to bring her closer to him, wanting to feel her squirm beneath him. Could she see the dark desires in his spectacularly colored eyes? Did the same instinctual desires quake inside of her, was her body beginning to hum with a need for release? She dares to ask him questions, but the address of Lord staves off any aggression. She is feeding his already massive ego, but he'll allow it. "Creedance Voltaire." He introduced himself, his eyes moving again to study the swells and curves of her body. "Perhaps, I was seeking a form of entertainment." He spoke, his tone rough. "Why don't you come closer?" He suggested, his voice dropping to nearly coo, "Entertain me." What would she do?
05-16-2014, 05:08 AM
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05-16-2014, 07:07 AM
He was attracted to elegance, exquisite beauties, like a moth to a flame. The way their silky hues felt beneath his mass was ecstasy. He watched her, bemused as she spoke and proceeded to show off her teeth. He could only imagine how those teeth would truly feel if they were dragging against his skin. She moved closer to him, addressing him as Master, and he couldn't deny the sort of erotic thrill that coursed through his being. As he breathed evenly, his nose detected something he hadn't noticed before. She was in heat. That knowledge sent an electric charge up his body, and he couldn't stop himself from leaning forward- his teeth seeking to nip sensually at her nape. Darkly he would speak, "That's not close enough." Even from his distance, he could practically feel the heat radiating from her hips, the smell alone was sending sensations racing through his body. "Closer." He barked slightly, his tone demanding. He wanted to feel her, every damn inch of her.
05-16-2014, 08:23 AM
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05-23-2014, 03:45 AM
He may have been a lot of things: a bastard, monster, demon, perhaps even Satan himself. However, he was first and foremost a male. The intoxicating aroma of a females heat sang to the oldest instincts, the instinct to breed. Wouldn't the gods look down on him for denying himself that right? He could care less about producing offspring, no, he sought only to release the pressure building inside his body. She came closer, her body tempting him- and he wanted nothing more than to grab her viciously, and force her to scream for him- to tear into the desires that her body held. He wanted nothing more.. than to torture her first. Her muzzle touched his, and his head pulled back, eyes boring into her. "Tell me what you want." He ordered, wasting no times with supplementing words. He wouldn't coo to her, call her adoring names. She meant nothing to him. All he wanted from her, was the warmth and depth that her hips held, he wanted her to scream from the ecstasy only he could provide. She whined slightly, and he could feel the monster in his chest fighting to break free. His body stiffened, endorphin's flooded through his veins. As if the beast was awakening, his body prepared itself for what it would surely take, now it was all a matter of timing.
05-28-2014, 12:18 PM
He wanted to know what she wanted? She thought that she was making it pretty clear with the way that she was moving her body around him. But the demon had asked something of her, and she would obey. "I want you, master." She said, her vocals low and full of her need for him. She wanted to feel, to grow numb after this encounter. She wanted to walk away from this with the feeling like she actually meant something, that her body could feel this kind of bliss, the release that she so desired.
Othello could tell that she would be walking away from this one with scars, but she didn't care. She wanted him to bite her, to make her bleed. A mix of pleasure and pain would surly drive this dame over the edge and let her plunge into the feelings that she so craved. She didn't want to be numb anymore...