Azathomaria - IC, please read first post

his tone was quiet sensual as he called me mistress I smiled and purred softly, I debated being sarcastic and saying if he didn't know I wasn't going to tell him. I smiled and cast a minor glamour to remove all the hair from my body below the neck and my legs part a little bit, "Down," I softly command, "Kiss, lick, nibble, suck, tease, Do your worst," I pause looking down at him as my arms lengthen so I can continue to caress his body along the wings. "Which I hope is pretty damn good." I laughed huskily as I the cursed compliment fell from my lips.
 
"Let me assure, you, my lady...it is."
His kisses descended to her now bare sex and began sucking and licking with a now forked tongue. The forks would occasionally wrap themselves around her clit and squeeze, pulling and slipping off in the process. Both his hands parted her lips and began twiddling her moistness, leaving her to tend to her breasts.
 
I grinned at his response as my hands shifted up to play with my tits, as my feet moved to slide along his sides opening myself up more as I moved my hips off the bed and silently asked for more. I wondered if he could fly for a split instant before my body short circuited my ability to think and reason. I purred allowing myself to just lay back and enjoy his esoteric talents.
 
His tongue darted in and out of her, the semi-sharp edges giving an interesting sensation as it's incredible length cioled all over her insides. She tasted so wonderful, so delicious. He lifted her sex, so that an onlooker would think he was literally eating her because of the angle...her neck craned under the weight of her body looking up at her sloped figure being ravaged by the demon.
 
Her legs draped over his arms, toes barely resting agaisnt the cool silk sheets of the bed. He was quite interesting for a demon and she could see why darker practicioners summoned them for a variety of purposes, I could feel the air tingling with magically energy just waiting to be put to use. I smiled and as I was tired of craning my head, the bed tilted to be a wedge shaped surface. The blood was rushing to my head and it was exhilerating feeling of effortlessly being able to shift reality to my will, at least within the confines of the room.
 
Vandal felt the slope of the bed change, and was almost thrown off balance. His tongue released her clit, and he looked up to say, "wicked enchantress...fine, then."
With that, he released his grip on her and she fell down the slope, landing square on his cock.
 
She smiled wickedly as she felt him drop away only to laugh at herself as he dropped her and the weight of her body caused her to slide down the bed, her legs spread and found herself literally sliding onto his cock. It was not what she had planned but it was quite wickedly delightful and she glanced up at him with a twisted grin and murmured, "My my vandal, you appear to have pierced me with your member," her tone was edgy, just a little too husky to quite pull off the victorian prudish tone.
 
Sin

She recovered quickly enough and soon was prowling the halls once again, searching for a bit of trouble to get herself into.
Her laughter, laced heavily with a naughty twinge, rang through the halls as she moved around. From room to room, investigating the S&M room, caressing the leather restraints as she passed through, down to the fluffy room.

She called it fluffy because it contained all the soft stuff for torturing someone with. Feathers, satin, silks, velvet.. All of it. A whispered word caught her attention. Her head swinging in the direction of the voice, she saw nothing.

A hint of a smile appeared on her lips as she moved out of the room and back into the halls. Ahead of her the hauntingly naughty voice beckoned her forward. She followed, moving swiftly and silently on her feet. Pausing, she peered around a corner and into the inky halls beyond.

Again no one, but she could hear the voice. "This way my pet." It taunted her, some how and for some reason it did. She was drawn towards it, knowing whatever it was leading her towards was something quite naughty.

What else could it be?

She slid fluidly through the halls. "Halt!" The voice was behind her, she could feel the tingle on her neck. Pausing and standing still the voice moved now to be infront of her. Instructing her to turn to her right, she did as told.

"Take the lamp post and tug, go inside." the male voice whispered. Nodding and curious, she complied easily enough and without question. The portal swung open and she stepped inside. The door swinging shut behind her, she gasped in surprise at the scene before her.

Smiling, she moved to the chair and sat herself down. Her eyes watching the lovers with interest and wondering who lead her here?

"Azatoth." The voice whispered before vanishing. Who was that? She glanced around, knowing whatever it was had left her alone now, too bad. He was interesting as well.

Turning back to the one way mirror she fell silent, the faint sounds coming through an intercom.
 
Vandal felt eyes on him and wondered how someone had found the observation room. Then it hit him.
Azatoth, you bastard.
"Come, now, my lady intrigue...we're adults here. No need to play games, unless that is your fancy."
Vandal started to slowly pump at the enchantress, beginning torturously slow. As the motion started, and she closed her eyes once more, he looked directly at the mirror, shifting the position of the bed to give a better view.
 
"I was merely teasing thee," I joke my voice dripping with southern honey. "Games are after all part of the fun, as long as one understands what the rules are." I smiled at him watching as my legs surrounded his unnaturally narrow waist. The light illuminated the pale scars and he looked as if he had been cut all over with a razor or a piece of glass or something. I bet he had a high tolerance for pain and I smirked as I noticed his eyes glance up in the mirror and I laughed letting my voice echo to whoever it was that had chosen to watch us. After all in a place like this privacy was scarce.
 
Sin

Her eyes lit with amusement as his head raised slightly and his gaze centered on the mirror. He knew she was there, lingering in the darkness, watching his sinful act and enjoying it.

She sucked in a deep breath, her eyes holding his as he shifted the bed around. A slight smile curved her full lips, a naughty grin twinkling her eyes. She lowered herself into the chair a little more comfortably and prepared herself for the show.
 
"Personally, I like it when the rules aren't mentioned," he said as he leaned in to kiss her again. Her own juice and his sweat mingled with their intervention. His arms wrapped around her and began to liven the pace of his thrusts.
"Makes it easier to incur punishment..."
:devil:
 
"So you like being punished," I murmur enjoying a smoky kiss before speaking, "Unspoken rules are often the most fun to figure out." Candles lit themselves around the room and a cool refreshing breeze swept over them cooling off the sweat even as our bodies remained heated. "I would not even know how to punish the likes of you, after all if you enjoy it, then it really isn't punishment now is it?" I'm surprised my mouth works at all as he continues pounding into me, feeling the heat rising off out joining as juices continue to slicken the way.
 
"Indeed," was all he said as the tempo picked up to a fevered pace. His abyssal passion fuelled his every movement, threatening to send her over the edge at any moment, but slowing down to painfully prolong the experience. His blazing eyes met hers, daring, almost begging her to pull another spell.
 
Shadow

I step out of the shadow in to a room with dark lather straps on the walls and a table in the sinter of the room with black soft leather straps for a willing or unwilling victim alike. I smile showing my weight sharp teeth as my slited green eye’s blink slowly easily seeing in the deem light.

I move floiwedly over to the table my clawed fingers touching the straps with a loving cares. I then move to the wall looking at all the things designed to pleas in every way both in plesher and pain. I move around the room restlessly stopping in front of a mirror looking at my reflection.

My glossy black fur glittering darkly from the flickering light of the torches in the corners of the room. My large cat eye’s glowing emrild green mov up and down my refliction. My tail lashing behind me with excitement and impotents. My mussels move fluidly under my fur with a grace that can only come from a cat.

I turn and walk to the table jumping easily up on it crouching easily with. I become as still as black onyx stachew except for the tip of my tail witch twitches slightly with impaionts. My eye’s star unblinkingly at the door waiting for my victim to appear.
 
My mind drifted over all the possibilities that magic offered and smiled and whispered an incantation to be triggered by my orgasm. I knew he looked confused a little as nothing changed and i just smiled and purred and continued to enjoy being wrapped tightly around him.
 
Vandal wondered exactly what it was that she had set up...most spells that do nothing at first take a trigger, a prerequisites of sorts.
It wasn't worrying him, though, and he wasn't exactly in a position to start worrying at the moment anyhow...he was having to much fun. Her gutteral huffs and moans were enough to send him to the edge, and it wasn't going to be long now before she would be filled with his dark cum.
 
She moaned as the first tremors of pleasure spread through her and she was glad she had added a secondary protection spell to keep herself from injury, of course the floating heady sensation that came with orgasm was magically enhanced by the setting and the situation, and when she began floating literally she knew her body had finally hit it's peak and was simmering down.

She smiled as the room's gravity lessened as she floated off the bed, him with her. Pushing against him became much more difficult until his fingers slide along her hips to either hold her or pull her to him she did not know as she smiled wickedly at him her eyes turning red from the coursing power that spread through her body.
 
Sin

She lounged in the chair, one leg thrown over the arm and the other resting over the cushion in the right position. Her fingertips traced up and down her inner thigh, merely watching the two cast, fuck and moan.

She smiled, hearing his words of punishment's promise. She laughed softly, "Rules were meant to be broken." She sat upright a little more, studying the glowing in the room as the two pounded the bed across the floor. The room was heating up, she should leave before a certain Demon knows exactly who was watching.

Rising from the chair, her wicked thoughts churning, she waved her hand over the seat of his chair and instantly soaked it with water. Laughing, she pulled the little lamp and watched the door swiftly and silently open. She gave one last glance to the mirror, the pull to stay til the end was harder to leave than she thought. The door shut and she instantly evaporated into thin air.

Moving through the halls and floors, she chuckled now and then. Her body was once again alive and humming with sexual tension. Her favorite state to be in.. "Now for some fun."
 
Intriguess' and Vandal's power started to mingle as they built up to orgasm. He repeatedly slammed into her again and again, as he started to lose control, moaning in pleasure. Floating in the air, he gripped her hips and pulled with every bit of strength he had that wouldn't hurt her. She was gorgeous, her breasts bouncing oddly in the low gravity, her hair lifting up around her face, he wanted nothing more than to make her scream.
 
Her mouth parted in a luscious smile as she watched him work towards his own release and with a wicked twist she screamed out her next chant as pleasure continued to flow over her watching as the bed became a flat painting on the floor and the rest of the furniture became 2 dimensional and the room empty as we gently float, my breasts jiggling oddly in the low gravity.
 
Hmmm, interesting

Kestra'chern steps through the Gate he has opened, looking around this new realm with some curiosity. He doesn't exactly know where he's ended up, always a problem with Gates that have no set destination, but he remains convinced that while curiosity may have killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back again. He realizes with a slight start that he can't hold said Gate open any longer, so he lets it close with only a slight sigh as the energies flow back into him. "Oh well, I can always get back again" he thinks to himself, flicking his ankle length black and silver hair out of his summer blue eyes. "I hope I'm dressed for the party." looking down at the rather simple black leather trews and tunic he's wearing. He wonders if anyone here is in particular need of the sort of therapy he trained for fifteen years to give. . .
 
Sin

She spied the catman reclining on the table in the darkest room in the old place. Pausing, she almost went inside but changed her mind. Chuckling, she knew he could hear her but not see her.

"Ahh.. the screams of pain.. and pleasure.. Wicked." She giggled softly, her invisible hand moving down the door frame as she peeked her head further in. Moving back, she smiled and appeared. "Welcome to Azathomaria, Nightray." She smiled, her eyes twinkling a little as she studied the large feline.

Cocking her head slightly, her eyes darkened a little as her smile faded somewhat. "There is a new comer!" Smiling she bid him farewell and moved down the hall, past the swampthing's room and further down the hall. She once more faded, her body moving against the wall as she watched for the new comer to pass by.

A wicked thought came into her head, perhaps she should .. She paused and held the thought. Knowing the demon, he would not like the interruption. If she listened carefully enough she could hear their sighs of pleasure thruought the house.

Moving with the wall, she paused when she heard the footsteps of the new one. She waited to see what fate had delivered to them today?
 
Hello, is anyone home? (And capable of. . speech?)

Kestra stops for a moment, listening intently. Was that another footfall he heard? He hears the sighs of pleasure coming from all around, and seeing some of the. . furniture, can guess what sort of place he ended up in, but thus far he hasn't actually seen anyone. He grins in anticipation of meeting one of the denizens of this castle, wondering slightly what exactly is going to happen.
 
Sin

Laughter softly echo's in the hall as she moves slightly forward and reappears.

"Welcome to Azathomaria, Kestra'chern. (that is a mouth full ;))"

She wonders what he is? Looking him over she can not determine anything other than he looks human.

"I am Sin, water nymph and all around jester. Trouble maker Vandal might call me, but what does he know?" Smiling, she moves up to shake his hand. "Have you come to explore all your fantasies as well?" She is bold in actions and blunt in her speech, finding it more amusing to see reactions to the stated things.
 
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