The Demon Knows My Vice

She had tried to get away from him. Oh, how she had tried her hardest. But in the end, Mariah was unable to overcome the unstoppable force that was Moros when inside his own realm of damnation. The way the little fae skidded in an attempt to desperately get away from him almost pulled a peel of laughter from the demented wolf. Then he was upon her, and it was all over from there. She didn't manage to slip away, and she barely put up any sort of fight as they tumbled over one another across the invisible ground of darkness, the infinite void that felt oppressive and suffocating to her feeling like an extension of himself to the demon. Her gasp echoed around the abyss as he knocked the wind from her and Moros shuddered with aroused delight at the sound. What other noises could he coax from the svelte little fae he wondered? It was only once he had her securely beneath his weight and bulk did she begin to try to fight, and by then it was far too late. Mariah was trapped in his web and she was going to be devoured.

Grinning a gleeful, manic smile as he leered down at her, Moros savored the feeling of Mariah's squirming and writhing form beneath his own. Her eyes gleamed with a defiant fire in those argent pools, but that was the worst of her bark. There was no bite left in this wolf as her body began to tire, her energy sapped from seemingly nowhere. Hmm, now that was interesting... Moros found himself curious about his granddaughter's condition, but there would be plenty of time to explore all of that later. Right now, the little minx had turned him on and aroused the predatory instincts within him and he was going to slake his lusts whether she complied or not. If she didn't, then all the more fun for him! Holding her body down to the invisible ground, Moros slammed a giant paw down onto Mariah's chest, not caring if he hurt her as he attempted to retrain her, keeping her in place so he could better position himself atop of her. She was significantly smaller than him, but that had never stopped the brute before! Shifting his hips so he could press his excitement to her lower belly, Moros uttered a low lecherous growl, obsidian eyes ablaze with barely contained animalistic lust. That's right... squirm and scream...!

"Come on, Mariah. Fight me!" snarled the crimson and ebony demon down at the girl that mirrored his colors, his claws pressing deeper into the flesh on her chest. His other paw moved to grasp her hind leg by the thigh, claws digging into warm, tender flesh as he pried them apart to press his arousal harder against her with a roll of his hips. He was teasing her, tormenting her, threatening her with the promise of what he was about to do to her. "Show me the strength of your blood and fight me off!" He wanted to see just how weak Alastor had made his bloodline if someone like Mariah could be bested and claimed so easily. Moros snarled, lips peeling back from his sinister grin as he gave another slow grind of his hips, letting her feel how dangerously close to claiming her he was. If she wanted this to stop, she was going to have to fight him off. And if she couldn't... well, Moros was dying to know how she'd feel around him.

"Moros"