☠ Blackened Angel ☠

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Taking a nap. Be back soon lovely ones.

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The Hunter snarled, no longer holding himself back. He ran his gloved hands up her back, needing to feel her flesh against his, he could not take another second of this hindrance. Etnad stripped his gloves off, not bothering to look where he tossed them. He needed to feel her skin rushing against his own. Sliding his hands up under her shirt, a groan fell from his lips. 

                          Oh sweet sin she was softer then silk, but her aroma, the way she moved spoke other wise. Maria was more than he had ever thought would come into his life. “SweetSweetMaria…” He drawled, black fangs began to elongate, thickening when he felt her grinding against him. She was tempting fate in the worst possible way. 

He swept his tongue along her lower lip, licking and nipping at the over sensitized skin. “….You fuel a fire within me I can no longer contain..” He whispered, lifting his hips up to rock against her own. 

A soft titter as warm as summer left her at the snarl, not at all phased by it. It was familiar to her in ways that Et couldn’t possibly imagine, as was his very nature. She watched as he removed his gloves, not at all sorry to see them go - if he hadn’t removed them, then she would have eventually done so herself.

Gooseflesh rose along her neck and arms as calloused extremities traveled along the curvature of her spine. He was as sandpaper to her silk, his roughness stark in contrast to her softness. Soft, malleable, and oh, so human while he was a dark god that she sought to worship and adore for as long as she lived.

Et’s groan was met by a shudder; if he was sweet, then he was sweeter still. He was honey, sticky and coating her tongue with his taste, all while taking in hers. His fangs, how they shifted and elongated, did little to unnerve her. In fact, she wasn’t at all bothered by them. She had seen things in her life, both great and terrible and frightening, but she wasn’t frightened by him, nor was she frightened by the clearly sharp incisors that could too easily tear into her as though she was nothing.

Fate was there to be tempted, to be challenged, and met fearlessly. And that was exactly what she did.

His nips and licks were well received, as was the motion of of his hips, thrusting upwards as she worked downwards. It was torturous for her, being so close to what she wants, separated from it by that abominable fabric that she - if she still had the ability to - would have ripped to shreds.

Maria’s tongue flicked out to meet the demon’s own, swirling and dancing around the oral muscle, a thin strand of saliva connecting them as she pulled back, her fingers taking to massage the other’s scalp.

"Then don’t contain it," she advised, running her tongue along his fangs, the tip dancing around dangerously sharp points. "Let it burn, consume, and devour. I want to feel your fire, Etnad.”

Her tongue pressed up against razor-edged obsidian, the taste of iron filling her mouth as sticky carmine splashed against his teeth and tongue, letting him sample her precious life force for himself.

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"I want to feel you.”

Sanguine-Onyx hues spliced, the red hue brightened with every beat of his heart. He did not know how badly his heat had gotten when he had forced it to remain dormant. Yet in a matter of moments, he found himself sitting on the couch with this beautiful angel. Did she know how ethereal she was? How utterly tempting? 
                                      

                              He felt her skin bead with gooseflesh, every flick of his fingers caused her to gasp, rocking herself against him. He could not get enough of her movements, nor of the way she clung to him.  

                     She was truly playing with fire, feeling her tongue sliding against his own nearly caused him to trigger, but he restrained himself, wanting to feel her as he was, no changing. As she broke the kiss, he felt her words rush over him, sinking into his very soul. She captivated him in ways he could not understand, ways he wished to learn. “Maria..” 

                                A shudder fell from his lips the instant her tongue was pierced by the tip of his fang. His eyes rolled up into his head, a snarl ripped through him. His lips met with hers fiercely. His tongue delved into her mouth, sliding along her own. Purposely he cut his tongue along his fang, mixing his blood with her own.

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how well do you think i understand my character?

feel free to mention why, or why not.

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maria-schreiber asked: "I adore the way your darkness meshes with my light, the way your hands know my skin, and how they feel unlike anything I've ever felt and, at the same time, hauntingly familiar. Your eyes are like fire, searing my soul every time you gaze falls upon me. You're everything I've ever wanted, and so much more than I ever thought I could obtain. Everything, from the way you hand finds mine, to your kiss sends my senses into overdrive."

                            “In so many ways you honor me…” He chuckled, taking a step closer, he knew this voice, knew the way it called out to him. Each word she spoke struck his soul in a definitive way. 

Anonymous asked: But you handsome perfection, my body is not worthy of you! I can't even scream loud and beautifully. I shall remain in shadows, to suffer silently is my destiny.

"Come out and play…my dear one." 

draconicsadist asked: "Bend over."

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"How about you come and make me." He said, a grin forming over his lips. More amused by the fact that he was taking a tone with his beloved Master, rather than the fact that he was naked.

"Is that a challenge I hear?"  His grin matched Et’s playful expression as he drew near. His eyes roamed over his slave’s body, admiring his nudity .

"You bet it is." Defying his Master, daring to speak out and challenge him in such a bold manner? Was he a fool or did he crave the control he had been lacking for so long? 

Demitri grabbed his submissive by the hips, pulling his body close. “Y’know, I could be forceful about this,” His voice was low and gravelly in Et’s ear as his hand cupped his butt. “but I don’t think that’s necessary right now. Do you? Because I could be mean if you’d like. I know how masochistic you can be.”

A pink flush bloomed over his cheeks, causing him to gasp when he felt his Master’s hands upon him. He could not help but wiggle in his hold, Etnad was ever the eager creature when it came to him. 

"Punish meMaster…” 

His claws dug into Etnad’s flesh. Demitri’s smile took a slightly cruel turn. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were the one giving commands now.” His voice was deeper, and his words came out in a growl. “However I will take your request into consideration.” With that he leaned in and bit the demon’s neck until the warmth of his blood filled his mouth.

Etnad let a snarl rumble up from his chest, knees shaking as he fought hard to control his hunger. Feeling his Master’s touch, those fangs sinking into his flesh. He couldn’t stop himself, he arched into his touch, groaning in delight. 

"M-Master…" 

"There you go again with your utter inability to form words." His voice held a hint of teasing to them. Demitri licked over the puncture wounds on his pet’s neck, lapping up spilled blood. His hips rolled against Et’s in a slow, undulating motion. A smile curved his lips as he guided the demon over to his bed.

                                      It wasn’t fair, it truly was not fair to be driven to such lengths of desire. He could not control himself, he writhed in his Master’s hold, yearning to be freed from his clothes, tied down and fucked until he was little more than a mewling animal. 

Masterplease…” 

Demitri laid Et on the bed, swiftly climbing on top of him. His seductive smile was stained with the demon’s dark blood, and he leaned in to press a passionate, sanguinary kiss. His hand snaked down Etnad’s body, going for his semi-erect manhood. “Such a little slut you are. A masochistic little slut who loves his master.” Demitri whispered, pressing a kiss into the demon’s jaw.

He wouldn’t admit such things to himself, how could he when his Master was here to tell him his place? Etnad knew who he was when he was with this creature, this beautiful, sinful Master of his that welcomed his maschostic nature. 

"…Y-Yes…your…your pet Master…" 

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The Hunter snarled, no longer holding himself back. He ran his gloved hands up her back, needing to feel her flesh against his, he could not take another second of this hindrance. Etnad stripped his gloves off, not bothering to look where he tossed them. He needed to feel her skin rushing against his own. Sliding his hands up under her shirt, a groan fell from his lips. 

                          Oh sweet sin she was softer then silk, but her aroma, the way she moved spoke other wise. Maria was more than he had ever thought would come into his life. “SweetSweetMaria…” He drawled, black fangs began to elongate, thickening when he felt her grinding against him. She was tempting fate in the worst possible way. 

He swept his tongue along her lower lip, licking and nipping at the over sensitized skin. “….You fuel a fire within me I can no longer contain..” He whispered, lifting his hips up to rock against her own. 

A soft titter as warm as summer left her at the snarl, not at all phased by it. It was familiar to her in ways that Et couldn’t possibly imagine, as was his very nature. She watched as he removed his gloves, not at all sorry to see them go - if he hadn’t removed them, then she would have eventually done so herself.

Gooseflesh rose along her neck and arms as calloused extremities traveled along the curvature of her spine. He was as sandpaper to her silk, his roughness stark in contrast to her softness. Soft, malleable, and oh, so human while he was a dark god that she sought to worship and adore for as long as she lived.

Et’s groan was met by a shudder; if he was sweet, then he was sweeter still. He was honey, sticky and coating her tongue with his taste, all while taking in hers. His fangs, how they shifted and elongated, did little to unnerve her. In fact, she wasn’t at all bothered by them. She had seen things in her life, both great and terrible and frightening, but she wasn’t frightened by him, nor was she frightened by the clearly sharp incisors that could too easily tear into her as though she was nothing.

Fate was there to be tempted, to be challenged, and met fearlessly. And that was exactly what she did.

His nips and licks were well received, as was the motion of of his hips, thrusting upwards as she worked downwards. It was torturous for her, being so close to what she wants, separated from it by that abominable fabric that she - if she still had the ability to - would have ripped to shreds.

Maria’s tongue flicked out to meet the demon’s own, swirling and dancing around the oral muscle, a thin strand of saliva connecting them as she pulled back, her fingers taking to massage the other’s scalp.

"Then don’t contain it," she advised, running her tongue along his fangs, the tip dancing around dangerously sharp points. "Let it burn, consume, and devour. I want to feel your fire, Etnad.”

Her tongue pressed up against razor-edged obsidian, the taste of iron filling her mouth as sticky carmine splashed against his teeth and tongue, letting him sample her precious life force for himself.

image

"I want to feel you.”

Sanguine-Onyx hues spliced, the red hue brightened with every beat of his heart. He did not know how badly his heat had gotten when he had forced it to remain dormant. Yet in a matter of moments, he found himself sitting on the couch with this beautiful angel. Did she know how ethereal she was? How utterly tempting? 
                                      

                              He felt her skin bead with gooseflesh, every flick of his fingers caused her to gasp, rocking herself against him. He could not get enough of her movements, nor of the way she clung to him.  

                     She was truly playing with fire, feeling her tongue sliding against his own nearly caused him to trigger, but he restrained himself, wanting to feel her as he was, no changing. As she broke the kiss, he felt her words rush over him, sinking into his very soul. She captivated him in ways he could not understand, ways he wished to learn. “Maria..” 

                                A shudder fell from his lips the instant her tongue was pierced by the tip of his fang. His eyes rolled up into his head, a snarl ripped through him. His lips met with hers fiercely. His tongue delved into her mouth, sliding along her own. Purposely he cut his tongue along his fang, mixing his blood with her own.

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Nyctophilia - A love of darkness or night, finding comfort in the darkness."
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Anonymous asked: I am afraid I have no more sweet words, for those who could truly describe what goes through every cell in my body when I see you have yet to be invented. Human language, so incomplete, so useless when facing a perfection.

                 ”….Then be so bold as to show me with your bodywhat you wish of me.” He swept his tongue over his lower lip, feeling a surge of power rush over him. 

              “You are not goin’ to hide are you?”

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