Battle Scars[Demonio]

N/A · 03-11-2013, 02:53 PM

She did not feel like she was worthy of a creature like Demonio. Demonio was incredible. He was kind, gentle, loving, protective, possessive, utterly loyal, his heart was pure and just, his soul untainted and pure. He was stunning. An angel. He deserved to be treated as a king, worshipped for merely breathing in his next breath. He as everything Desdemona wanted to be and nothing of what she actually was. She was a demon cloaked in white. A monster that had destroyed more lives than she cared to remember. How long would it be before he got to see the dark side of her unleashed? She tainted him, merely by remaining in his embrace and she wondered how... someone as perfect as he would even bother to look twice at a beast like her.

Of course, that was a demons flaw, selfish until the end and she could not let this magnificent being go, she wouldn't. He was gorgeous, he was perfection, and he was hers. He had claimed her and as such she had claimed him, and she would be dragged to seventh layer in hell before she let him go. He was hers. For some indiscernible reason he had picked her and she would do everything within her power to keep him beside her. He was the missing piece of her soul, the keeper of her heart and the holder of every emotion she had ever felt. He was anything and everything that would ever matter, unless of course, he swelled her belly with pups.

A shiver rippled along her flesh at his submissive words. Her body bringing forth a chill as she pictured him above her. She wasn't even in heat and the thought of him taking her sent her abdominal muscles rippling with anticipation."I have no desire to be your Queen. Your companion, your lover, your friend, your equal. I would have you in every way but only if you stand beside me." Her tones were gentle and calm, returning his words with as much love as she was able.

He bathed her in affection, his own tongue tracing the lines of her maw, the tip of her nose, anything and everything he could reach and she purred, a rumbling contented noise bubbling up through her chest. He spoke of what he intended to bring her and she caught his ear between her teeth, tugging gently, playfully. "If you await my consent to leave you shall never have it, I never wish to see you vanish from my sight, bus I fear we must dine upon something and I am in no condition to attend you." With reluctance, she released him.

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