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Post by SHANE DEVONTE ANUBIS on Jun 12, 2010 22:48:08 GMT -5
(I'll have to rewrite this post later, I accidently edited it with my new post and I can't reset it.)
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Post by lust on Jun 12, 2010 23:24:05 GMT -5
Oh god was she bored. What a horrid thing for someone such a beautiful daimon to be. Blood red eyes gleamed, she wasn’t supposed to be bored when she getting action from her current slave. Lust’s mouth twisted in disgust and she pulled away with a feral growl. She paid no attention to horror stricken man’s face as she turned on him with that seductive smile. However she did laugh, as she watched the horror fade into relief, he thought he was home free? How dare him! This nasty man think himself clear of death when he had bored Asmodeus!? She’d show him, give him a taste of her power. “You wretch! You displease me!” And with a cackle the warm-gray toned daimon rose onto her feet, red eyes glowering with hate and disgust as she called forth her element. Electricity easily flowed into her system and without a second of hesitation Asmodeus smiled cruelly at the man. The electricity flowed freely from the woman and went full stride into the man, the witch didn’t play nice. She made sure the slave didn’t die on the first impact instead she watched as he writhed and screamed as he was electrocuted inside out until he was nothing.
A cruel smirk was still faintly etched onto the woman’s face as she took a light robe and put it on, the only clothing she wore at the moment. Oh, it looks like my dear brother is here to pay me an overdue visit. Perhaps he can help me get rid of this boredom…. The daimon trailed off and began to make her way towards the grand staircase, her body began to morph slightly. A shimmering image as she walked, changing forms as she picked one out like an outfit. At the moment it was a red head with blue eyes. “Oh how lovely to see you Greed.” She greeted wrapping her arms around her brother’s neck and drawing herself against him. “And have we been naughty boy?” She asked, eyes flashing to a green as they stared up through thick lashes seductively. Who gave a rat’s ass if Greed just so happened to be her sibling. He was a new plaything in Lust’s domain and she was going to make the most of what she could before he left her with her broken toys.
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Post by SHANE DEVONTE ANUBIS on Jun 13, 2010 9:55:11 GMT -5
Greed, with his ever-persistent curiousity, peeked his head around the corner as his ivory gaze met the nude curves of Asmodeus' body and her latest sex-toy, you lay screaming on the bead as more than 2000 volts of electricity, the smell of burning flesh filling the room like a grotesque air freshener. "Damn!", he chuckled, as he scanned over the man's convulsing body and blackening skin, until he fell limp on the bed, blood pouring from his mouth. Unable to resist, he gave his blank eyes the gift of admiring the sultry form of Lust's granite toned flesh, the curves of her naked body looking as if carved from a statue; the kind that resided in a museum, amongst the works of Michaelangelo and Da Vinci.
There she stood up, with the loose clothing, a robe that barely clutched onto her constantly flickering form, all of which were easy on the eye. But, he desired Asmodeus herself, so he felt just a little dissappointed, but as usual, he was going to get his way. Hell, he'd probally have sex with all her forms, one by one. "You as well, Asmodeus...", he said, struggling to give a smile through his pleasure as he ran his tongue along his little needlelike teeth. As she pressed her body to his, pure ecstasy pumped through his body, like electricty, each little bit of his skin feeling gluttonous amounts of pleasure as it crawled through it.
"Y-yes...", he moaned, not able to talk easily from the feeling that seemed to be pushing through him, like a teenage boy trying to ask the most popular girl at school out amongst a jury of her friends, intimidating prescences surrounding him like fire. He could tell that she had no boundaries towards this, all of the sudden; while with him, taboo never existed, only his urges to get what he wants. Feeling submissive to her, not a feeling that Mammon enjoyed, he arched his back over her and supported her weight, holding her up from the hard floor. He was about to give her a taste of his element. His silver tongue emerging from amongst his sharp teeth, touching hers, sending a feeling of delectation amongst both of them. Metal and electricty, conductors. The feeling of his green skin against her gray was great, he swore he saw sparks jump back and forth from each.
"And, have you been...a bad girl?", he said, his eyes narrowing and tongue trailing her lips. He guided a stray finger along her body, the tip turning to steel, as he trailed it against her hips, hearing her moans in his ear. His lips connected with hers, hoping to himself that none of the other siblings would come into spoil it.
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Post by lust on Jun 13, 2010 17:16:19 GMT -5
Her smile quirked at the edge and her image shimmered becoming her natural form. It came easy to the other in finding what her current toy liked, and Greed liked Asmodeus in her original form. Red hair became long black locks, cascading down her back stopping mid-section and her eyes a deep crimson red matching her full lips. Of course he had missed her! She was Asmodeus, she was Lust and poor Mammon couldn’t get enough of her. The daimon found her brothers constant greed for things in her favor and she knew she could easily hold it over him, the want for his body grinding against hers. Asmodeus let out a moan at the image flicking her head of her brother and her going at it. The Sin smiled triumphantly knowing she had him beat, they had been a part for too long for him to resist her. Lust felt her brother’s skin tingle as she pressed harder against him that coy smile still on the edge of her lips. He was taller than her by a head or so when she was in her natural body and Lust quite enjoyed having to look up at his strong jaw line.
She pressed her lips to his throat, sucking on it slightly at his response the woman smiled into his skin. No matter what Mammon said he was but a man, his thoughts weren’t from his brain like a woman’s, but instead he thought with his male parts which at the moment reminded Lust of a rock as she her hips pushed against his. Then the weight shifted and so did the position and Lust found herself being held up by Mammon as he arched himself over her, electricity sparked off her skin as she let out a soft moan, begging no delay. Without thinking Lust wrapped her legs around Mammon’s torso, not giving it a thought if he couldn’t hold her body weight, she’d rather have them on the ground. Lust tightened her grip on his neck with one arm and used the other to run her fingers through his hair. Mammon’s tongue met with Asmodeus and a shudder went over her, electricity was released in currents, flooding off of Lust. She hadn’t responded like this since well, never. The women let out a groan of pleasure at the feeling but it sadly was shortly lived as Mammon had to ruin it by talking. But the chills were still there as Mammon’s tongue traced her lips and his finger trailed along her curves, leaving goose bumps. “Mmm, very bad…” Lust purred, glad when her sibling’s lips melted with hers again. |
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Post by SHANE DEVONTE ANUBIS on Jun 13, 2010 21:33:40 GMT -5
He said no words, simply a sly, devilish grin on his face, suggesting he had an idea in mind. The siblings had no father, no mother, no parents to speak of. no one to teach them right from wrong. And pleasure from pain, and the two sounded so synononymous in Mammon's mind. He held Asmodeus up closer to his body, his mouth opening as he sunk his cavalcade of sharp teeth into her soft, silver-skinned neck. He wasn't to keen ont he idea of consuming blood, but with Asmodeus, it was like sugar. His eyes widened, as he realized what he was doing, "Blood...?!", he said softly, and though he knew Asmodeus didn't mind, he didn't feel so comfortable anymore.
He stared back at her glossy, granite-toned skin and shook it off, as he descended both of them to the hard, cold floor. Though he wasn,t sure if she knew what uncomfortable was, he flipped them over, Asmodeus on top. Removing his shirt, he lowered her cherry-red lips to her, running a celadon hand along her monotone skin, taking in each and every part of her body. He said ,"...damn...", her presense bewildered him and exhausted him. He knew she was drawing energy from him, but how could he resist?
Realizing his comments were dangerously close to killing the scene, he decided it's best he let his action speak for him. He pressed her to his chest, as his hand explored even more. He was giving into the temptation of lust, but he didn't care; for his own, greedy desires were being satisfied.
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