The Summoning... (Closed)

[AmbrosiaCaress]

This story is Closed for AmbrosiaCaress and TirithIre... We hope you enjoy..

EDITED 6/17... I have decided to no longer write in this particular story. Time constraints and my own lack of connection with the character I created. This is NOT a reflection of the talented writing of TirithIre...

He has chosen to continue the story with another...
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The sirens are screaming and the fires are howling, way down in the valley tonight. There's a man in the shadows with a gun in his eye, and a blade shining oh so bright. There's evil in the air and there's thunder in sky, and A killer's on the bloodshot streets. Oh and down in the tunnel where the deadly are rising, Oh I swear I saw a young boy down in the gutter, He was starting to foam in the heat.

Oh baby you're the only thing in this whole world, that's pure and good and right. And wherever you are and wherever you go, there's always gonna be some light.

But I gotta get out, I gotta break it out now, Before the final crack of dawn.
So we gotta make the most of our one night together. When it's over you know, We'll both be so alone.

Like a bat out of hell I'll be gone when the morning comes.
When the night is over Like a bat out of hell I'll be gone gone gone.
Like a bat out of hell I'll be gone when the morning comes.
But when the day is done and the sun goes down, and the moonlights shining through,
Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven, I'll come crawling on back to you.

That part always got to her. Always. "Like a sinner before the gates of heaven, I'll come crawling on back to you." Just the thought, the idea of that, made her go weak in the knees. To have someone need you like that. To come crawling to you. Just to touch you. Make love to you. It was one of the reasons why she loved this song so much. So much so, she listened to it over... and over... and over .. again... She so loved this song. And she was glad that Roslyn had introduced her to this song...

I'm gonna hit the highway like a battering ram, on a silver black phantom bike. When the metal is hot and the engine is hungry, and we're all about to see the light. Nothing ever grows in this rotting old hole. Everything is stunted and lost. And nothing really rocks And nothing really rolls ...And nothing's ever worth the cost. And I know that I'm damned if I never get out, And maybe I'm damned if I do, But with every other beat I've got left in my heart, You know I'd rather be damned with you.
If I gotta be damned you know I wanns be damned, dancing through the night with you.
If I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned.
Gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned.
If I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned,
Dancing through the night ...Dancing through the night
Dancing through the night with you.

Oh baby you're the only thing in this whole world,
that's pure and good and right.
And wherever you are and wherever you go,
there's always gonna be some light.
But I gotta get out, I gotta break it out now, Before the final crack of dawn.
So we gotta make the most of our one night together.
When it's over you know, We'll both be so alone.

Like a bat out of hell I'll be gone when the morning comes.
When the night is over Like a bat out of hell I'll be gone gone gone.
Like a bat out of hell I'll be gone when the morning comes.
But when the day is done and the sun goes down, and the moonlights shining through,
Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven
I'll come crawling on back to you.

Tiann Lynn Rae. She was a normal child. Normal teen. Normal young adult.. oh so she thought. Oh so she was raised to be. 21 years old this past winter. Strikingly beautiful. With pale, porcelain skin, flawless. The most sparkling blue eyes. And a mane of deep crimson red.

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Many called her angelic. Reflected in her name. Tiann (Tian) meant Angel in another language. And to her father, Pastor Roland Edward Rae, she was his angel. He never spoke of his daughter and how he.... found her. Found her alone, wondering the fields near the woods of his last parish. Near the church. She had been about 6 years old then. Just a baby really. He had prayed for a child. He had prayed for a daughter specifically. God had answered his prayer. He had brought her his... Angel.

Day after his prayers were answered, he moved to a new parish with his wife and "daughter"... And in the years that followed, it was always assumed that Tiann was his daughter. Pastor Ro (as his parishners called him) and Emily and little Tiann were a family. When tragedy struck and Emily Rae was killed, that left just the Pastor and his now 10 year old daughter. She was everything to him. He had prayed for her. His prayers had been answered...

But... had he known that the Heavens had granted the Pastor a real angel? Cast down from above. An angelic soul, destined to live life in the mortal world. An Angelic soul, now in the body of a beautiful woman named.... Tiann..

She had always thought she was a little different. Her father kept her pretty cloistered, sheltered. But that was not what made her feel different. It was just that... she could never put her finger on it. It had to be because she was the "Preacher's Daughter"... There were songs written about preacher's daughters. There were movies... books... all of it...

She, was all this Preacher had. He would keep her pure... until the right "boy" came along... At least he would try. And Tiann loved her father. She would do anything to please him. She was sweet, innocent...

Sweet and innocent until she met Roslyn...

She had met Roslyn her senior year in school and they stayed friends once they graduated. Roslyn was the typical bad seed. A trouble maker from what many said was the "wrong side of the tracks"... Ros dabbled in drugs, drinking, partying...

Roslyn:
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Lately, she had become more than fascinated with the world of the occult. She began calling herself a witch. It was this world that Roslyn drew Tiann into. The song.. Bat out of Hell... the idea of Demons and Vampires, Werewolves and Witches.

Roslyn wanted to perform a summoning. She had decided she wanted to open the gates to whatever the underworld was, and summon a demon. It was all she thought about. All she dreamed about. And she needed a sacrifice. She needed an Innocent.. She needed a virgin...

She needed... Tiann.....

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Darkness...

The scent of incense burning...

The flickering flame of a candle dimly lighting the four corners of the room.

Roslyn had blacked out the windows. She had moved her bed, bureaus, and on the floor, had etched the symbols needed in goat's blood. She had been preparing for this night for 3 days. It was the night of the new, full moon. She had the needed incantations. She had the needed blood. And...

She had the needed virgin...

That virgin was Tiann... She had been easy to lure into her lair. The girls had been friends for a couple of years now. Tiann trusted Roslyn. And to be honest, Tiann was as curious about what Ros was planning as .. well.. Ros was. She wasn't scared. Of course, she had not read some if the literature that Ros had read. Horror stories of what could go wrong. Of Demons tearing into this world. So, no, she wasn't scared. But there was a peculiar tickling in the depths of her belly. As if she "should" be scared. As if this was all wrong. But her friend had peaked her curiosity, and given her father was a preacher, Tiann now wanted to see what the dark side of... life... of belief.. looked like. The thought sometimes caused her belly to burn.. a feeling she wrote off to being.. nervous. Now, the feeling in her belly was a chilled grasp of.. something. A tickling, as mentioned before. This was not something they should be doing...

"Ros, are you sure??" she questioned. The dark haired girl nodded her head. "yes... yes... we need a splash of your blood... your a virgin, your blood is very... powerful"... This was the one time that Ros wished that she herself was the virgin. This was all so exciting.

"now be quiet" she intoned... pacing around the room.. she was nervous, that was obvious... "I can do this" she kept whispering to herself... she could do this.. she wanted to do this... she needed to do this.. she wanted to bind a Demon to herself.. that would make her the most powerful witch... Dagger palmed, Ros strode over to Tiann, and without warning, grasped the girl's arm, slicing lengthwise from inner elbow to wrist.... Tiann screamed out, in pain and surprise.. as her fresh.. virgin blood.. ran....

Roslyn began to chant....
"Wund l'oloth Usstan lar ulu tau, Usstan lar l'. Lassrinn thru l'dobor tu'fyr udossta worlds lu'casexigg, demonic fuer'yon"
Among the darkness I call to thee, I call thee. Break thru the door between our worlds and emerge, demonic beast

It happened fast... but it seemed sooo very slow to Tiann, whose eyes widened as something... was... happening....

And Ros.. was screaming...

 

[TirithIre]

The abyss, hell, whatever one wanted to call it... some thought it was a fiery pit of hell from which demonic men with pitch forks tormented the souls of the damned laid... and while on some layers of the abyss that might be true, it wasn't the case on it all.

Azazel had been 'locked' within the realms of the abyss for millennium upon millennium now. Time within the abyss was much different than it was within the mortal realms. The ancient evils of the world were there, chained and controlled in a way that would bring no harm to the humans... the ancient battle of good versus evil for all time did continue... though out of the sight, beyond the minds of the humans.

There were times though... times when a human would be silly enough to summon a demon. Sometimes, they did summon them correctly... with the sacrifice, the circle, and the barter being done correctly... and for most demons... within that case they did acquiesce to their demands... it creating the legends and fables of those things that went 'bump' in the night.

Yet most of the time, the summons weren't done correctly... and that lead to a demons 'play time'... for when not controlled... if it was a demon of pain and battle, there was a blood bath... if it was a demon of trickery... usually a case of madness for the human whom failed... and in Azazel's case... when he was summoned and not fully controlled... the demon of lust usually claimed a pet, and kept them for all eternity.

It wasn't often that he was summoned these days... most just wanted to leave the old powers alone... knowing better... but every few thousand years, usually one human was 'silly' enough to unlock his 'cage' and let him out to play... and oh... Azazel did play hard.

He could smell the incense... his senses picked up the drip drip drip of blood... and a slow smile crossed his lips. Well Well well. He thought to himself, his form rising up as he cracked his neck. Times come and times go, centuries eons gone by... the toils of the innocent call my name, the summoning is arise

It had been a long time indeed, since Azazel had tasted the sense of freedom... and even as he remained within the nether, he felt the callings of different portals. Most, were too far away to even consider 'going to', while others were almost within reach, yet not truly... it was almost a cruel torture... being so close, and yet so far. Each demon was chained until a portal appeared near them... and the dispondant Azazel had begun to think that no portal would come near him again.

It seemed those whom summoned demons these days wanted the demons of war. It made him wonder if they had taken themselves to war. The last time Azazel had been summoned he had been in the time of Merlin... when the mage had wanted someone for a princess. That had been a long time ago now... and so when the portal appeared almost blazingly beside him... he groaned in annoyance over the light.

When the realization finally hit him though he jerked upright, pulling on the chains before they snapped, releasing him, he flying right through that portal and into the circle that the raven haired woman had summoned him with. The portal flickered like the candles around it... and yet as he saw it close, his deep red eyes seemed to take in the surroundings... before he noticed that the outer layer of the circle wasn't complete... she had missed a complete set of runes that were printed within the spine of the book she had used for the summoning.

Yet his form was strikingly intimidating indeed. Seven feet tall and with rippling muscle, his skin was the color of ash, though he seemed to stretch a tad, before his form shimmered, changing, shrinking a tad. Within the nether none of his powers worked... but out here... they all did. Finally a slimmer man whom had almost TOO red hair looked to the woman whom had summoned him.

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" Whom Summons me?" His voice cut Ros's voice off, silencing the woman as he was an incubus... a demon of lust, pleasure, and of control. Even as he noticed that there were indeed two women in the room though his deep red eyes seemed to bore in Tiann's before he threw up a demonic barrier on the room.

No one in, no one out. He smiled though crossed his arms over his chest... his posture saying he was quite interested to hear 'this one', but also that whatever contrived reason would be discarded and he would 'take' what he wanted anyway. It was clear to him though, the circle wasn't quite complete... though he didn't quite share that information just yet.

For now... he awaited on one of them to answer. The raven haired one had been the one screaming... so he assumed that she had been the summoner... yet the red haired one caught his eyes. Perfection He thought to himself, though he also didn't share that tidbit either... he smiled as he did move his arms and stretched... it had been FAR too long since he had last been free... but he didn't hold qualms... he was free now, and he was going to enjoy that freedom immensely!

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

There were 2 reactions to what was happening in the circle, in this moment...

There was Roslyn, who had uttered the words, the incantations, who had etched the symbols, who had spilled the blood, that had brought forth the ... demon... the monster.. no wait, the man?? that now stood before her. Shock, fear, no... not just fear.. terror... washed over the dark haired girl, and she could not silence her screaming.. until his voice did..

"Whom summons me?" His voice was deep, guttural, yet had a smooth, almost... calming... no, not calming... controlling tone to it.

Ros could not even form the words to answer...

The other reaction... was decidedly different than Roslyn's, and that was Tiann's...

Tiann's intense gaze silently regarded the figure that now stood within the circle. She, at this current moment, was not feeling any fear. Not yet at least. Her first thought, in reality, was that he could pass for her brother almost, with his crimson red hair. It was strange.. it was like looking into a really weird mirror... he was ying.. she was yang... like he was the other half of ... her....

The other sensation she felt, was that cold chill in the core of her belly. Perhaps that was fear. She could feel that tingling, cold grip, it threatening to spread over her... But, it was not fear. Tiann didn't know what it was, but it was not fear. What it was ...was the realization of that soul, that angelic soul, that lay deep within her, the realization that what stood before her, was a Demon from the very depths of hell. A Demon that could tear her apart, not her body, but her soul... But all Tiann felt, was that shiver of cold...

It felt like forever before Roslyn finally found her voice, hoarse and rasping from her screams... "I summ.... I summoned you, Beast" she finally managed to say. Ros looked over to Tiann... but her friend, whose blood was still seeping from the wound in her arm, was staring at the man... wait.. he was a man? that was standing before them. Wasn't he a Monster just a moment before?

Ros grabbed the book, scanning the pages quickly. "Yes... yes.. I summoned you. I bind you.. Beast.." her voice becoming stronger as the shock began to wear off...

"A l'yornen d'l'harl olath, l'charnaggen d'uoi'nota, usstan valbyl dosst orn, dosst quortek, ulu ussta ehmtu, ulu xun ussta veein, ulu tlu ussta rothe" (By the powers of the under dark, the depths of hell, i bind your will, your soul, to my own, to do my bidding, to be my slave)

It was Tiann, as the words flowed from Roslyn's lips, that realized that something was wrong. There was no power behind the words. If binding a Demon, Tiann expected to feel the surge of power circling within the room, an intensification of the power that had drawn the Beast out of the depths of evil. But there was nothing. The words Roslyn chanted, were nothing more than... words...

"Roslyn" she finally spoke, but still she had yet to take her gleaming blue eyes off the man that still stood within the symbols on the floor.

"ROSLYN"

"WHAT?"

"Something... is wrong...." Tiann backed up a step now, then another. There was a sudden influx of that power that she had thought was missing. But it was not coming from Roslyn... it was coming from him....

 

[TirithIre]

Oh his deep red eyes seemed to swirl for a long moment as he finished his shifting... the last time he had stepped upon mortal soil he had remained in his demonic form... and well that hadn't lasted very long. After all it was only so long before an eight foot tall demon was going to be found and exorcised... at least unless they blended in.

Even as the screams died down he smiled ever so slightly. " there... isn't that just so much better?" He mused though the question was more rhetorical than anything else. He didn't actually expect an answer to that question, but it was much more pleasant to him. Eons of screams tended to lose their charm after a while after all.

"I summ.... I summoned you, Beast"

He rolled his eyes at that. Beast... always a beast. Really had they not learned that demons though could be beastly, were the fallen angels of Lucifer? Azazel especially... this petty mortal seemed to think that she was going to control him with only two layers of runes? How laughable... but then again it was clear that she didn't actually seem to know what she was doing.

His eyes fell to the virgin, and even as it did he again found himself simply captivated by her... she was flawless... if there was a description of perfection... it should have Tiann's picture beside it. Yet as he was distracted at first he didn't hear the one whom the other called Roslyn picking up the book... and beginning to chant.

Yet even as she chanted... he couldn't help it... a slow, amused chuckle began to come from him... dark... twisted, bemused. Yet even as the chuckle elevated into full out laughter it was clear that the power lay not within the human girl. " Oh please... please mistress don't bind meee..." He mocked her of course... what demon wouldn't take the opportunity to.

Yet even as he moved to the edge of the circle he kicked one of the candles... it seeming that before the girls eyes the candle burst into flames and burnt the book... leaving Roslyn un-harmed. " If you want to control a demon... you might consider a third layer of runes." He mused, though he added.

" The problem is, you opened a portal that allowed any old demon to come through... including very... ancient demons... one's whom aren't bound by such petty magics." If Tiann focused she would realize the circle HAD had power, but it hadn't been contained... instead of summoning any old normal demon... Roslyn had summoned one of the ancient demons.

" Now... let's all just calm down, and not do anything hasty. The room is sealed, so there is no leaving anyway... at least not for now." His use of the word calm literally sent a wave of calm through the two women... as though it was completely natural for them to be standing in the presence of an un-known demon.

" Well then... what year am I in?" He hadn't been 'out' for a very long time... so he was quite curious. Being in his presence though had quite the... arousing effect though.. he WAS a lust demon after all... his mere presence would cause arousal, a desire to mate... his words, could control the weak willed mind... his touch... well sufficed to say his actual touch could be... orgasmic!

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

" Oh please... please mistress don't bind meee..." He mocked her of course... what demon wouldn't take the opportunity to.

Yet even as he moved to the edge of the circle he kicked one of the candles... it seeming that before the girls eyes the candle burst into flames and burnt the book... leaving Roslyn un-harmed. " If you want to control a demon... you might consider a third layer of runes." He mused.

Roslyn had no idea what to do. She had no idea what was really happening. All the books she had read has made this sound so easy. Of course the books she had chosen to read were of the "Summoning Demons for Dummies" type books. None had any real, useful information within them. Most had just enough to be dangerous. But none had the correct information, or the correct warnings of what could go wrong when a Demon was actually summoned. And none of the one's Roslyn had read got into the different kind of Evil that could be brought into this world. When one thought about it, that explained alot about serial killers and rapists and men like Hitler.

The power of three...

As soon as the words left the Demon's lips, Tiann realized what was wrong. Even she knew about the power of three. Her father had mentioned that many times in his sermons. Sermons about hell, and the evil that seethes in such a place. Sermons about witches and the occult. Sermons about good versus evil...

The power of three...

" The problem is, you opened a portal that allowed any old demon to come through... including very... ancient demons... one's whom aren't bound by such petty magics."

"Ancient Demon.... that's... what you are.. aren't you" Tiann's voice was barely a whisper. Wait, had she even spoke at all? Or had she simply thought the question, knowing that he would hear her. Already, Tiann could feel a connection. She "heard" his remark about her focusing, that there was an astonishing amount of power flowing thru that room right now, centered on that circle, it just could not be contained as it should have been. His power. Roslyn did not, and could not contain his power. She had done it all wrong..

The shiver within the depths of her grew...

The power of three...

" Now... let's all just calm down, and not do anything hasty. The room is sealed, so there is no leaving anyway... at least not for now."

Calm down... Tiann felt a wave of something.. she was not sure what.. wash over her at the words. Calm down. Roslyn certainly felt the same sensation.. altho she visibly did calm down. The fear melted from her eyes, her face relaxed, her body language changed from tense to something akin to comfort. Tiann did not react the same way. Her guard stayed up, senses alert. There was a small voice in the very back of her mind.. do not let him near you... do not let him touch you. And she was trembling...

"Tell me what you are... who you are..." Tiann's eyes followed the man. The words again not leaving her lips, but she was sure he heard them.

" Well then... what year am I in?"

Roslyn stepped closer to him, as if drawn slowly by a chain... "Two Thousand Fourteen".. she answered. "I'm Roslyn". It was strange. It was as if she had almost completely forgotten that she had summoned this... thing.

"Are you really, a Demon? A Beast? From Hell?" Ros stepped even closer...

 

[TirithIre]

Azazel could tell that both women had no clear idea what they had done... and yet that wasn't quite true... the red haired vision of perfection seemed to be inquisitive.

His eyes flickered over to Tiann again though... she was thinking something... which wasn't surprising. What DID surprise him was that he could hear it. The book Roslyn had been holding was now ash fluttering to the floor, Azazel smirked at the raven haired woman's reactions, and even as he looked to her his head cocked to the side.

"Ancient Demon.... that's... what you are.. aren't you"

The whisper was uttered and yet it reached his ears as though she had spoken at her normal tone. He looked to Tiann though and chuckled darkly. " You're a smart one..." He mused, though even as he said that he thought about it.

Azazel noticed that the effects of his 'powers' weren't quite having the same effects on Tiann as they were Roslyn... it was a curious thing... He could see Tiann trembling... and even as she did he focused his power upon her, another much more powerful wave of what could only be described as calm passed into her.

"Tell me what you are... who you are..."

Yet even as he heard those words he had been focused on Tiann this time... so he was sure that there was no movement of her lips. That made him curious indeed. What do you think I am? He sent to her mind... his mental abilities were un-surpassed by all demons yet as Roslyn answered his question he nodded slightly... Tiann seeing his focus leaving her, turning upon the raven haired Roslyn.

"Roslyn... a very interesting name... His voice spoke like silk as she approached closer... and even as she did he looked over to Tiann as he lifted his hand and reaching out, his touch made it's first contact with the raven haired beauty's face.

" I am from the second layer of hell. I am overseer of Lust..." Even as he said it he pulled Roslyn closer, he smirking as his fingers held her chin, his eyes seeming to pull her even closer. " We tend to call it the abyss these days... eons have passed since I last walked this soil."

His purring voice would send her senses into arousal, his touch sent small pulses of pure desire into her as he looked her up and down, yet he looked over to the red haired one. " Who is your friend?" He knew Tiann was resisting him, which wasn't un-expected... curious that she was able to even in a small way... but he was going to have some fun with Roslyn... and the virgin could watch... she couldn't leave this room even if she wished to anyway!

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

What do you think I am?

Tiann visibly flinched back as the words flooded her mind. It was as if his voice slid within, slithering, exploring, hissing, looking for any weakness, any way deeper into the recesses of her thoughts. Squeezing her eyes shut at that moment, Tiann drew forth that song, that song that she only just been listening to earlier in the day...

Like a bat out of hell I'll be gone when the morning comes.
When the night is over Like a bat out of hell I'll be gone gone gone.
Like a bat out of hell I'll be gone when the morning comes.
But when the day is done and the sun goes down, and the moonlights shining through,
Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven, I'll come crawling on back to you.

A bat out of hell...

Tiann's eyes snapped open. She got a glimpse, suddenly of what he really was. It was fleeting, like a nightmare one wakes up from and can not quite remember.

What do you think I am?

"I know what you are. You are the spirit of the Fallen. Caste from the heavens, forced to live withing the bowels of the underworld. Once, you were loved, you were beautiful, you were a protector, the source of light and love. Now, you only know darkness, fire, pain, and the emptiness of being alone. You know hatred and despair. Lust and not love. Want and need, never fulfilled"... Tiann said none of these words, yet her mind surely did. Something within her surely did. "where I have wings, you have horns. You are the vision of pure evil"

A hand came up when the wave hit her again, calming, soothing. But moreso, wanting to glide around her, touch her, feel her, the wet lick of something so very dirty. She managed to deflect most of it, instead sending it swirling around the room before that wave found and wrapped around, poor Roslyn. "That will not work with me" Tiann almost hissed. But again, no words left her lips.

In reality, Tiann felt her first tinges of fear. The chill within her so pronounced, she wanted to draw a blanket about herself. The room felt so very cold, so very dark. She wished, in a moment of clarity, of normalcy, that she had worn something more than the simple jean shorts and white tee shirt that she currently had on. She hissed in her breath as she wrapped her arms about herself, again her first real show of fear.

"Roslyn... a very interesting name..." His voice spoke like silk as she approached closer... and even as she did he looked over to Tiann as he lifted his hand and reaching out, his touch made it's first contact with the raven haired beauty's face. Roslyn's reaction was, almost immediate. A low moan slipped past her moist lips. She felt a surge of heat radiate thru every nerve ending in her body. Where as Tiann was chilled, Ros began to feel too warm. She wished she could strip off the black leather skirt and vest she was wearing, she was beginning to sweat...

" I am from the second layer of hell. I am overseer of Lust..." Even as he said it he pulled Roslyn closer, he smirking as his fingers held her chin, his eyes seeming to pull her even closer. " We tend to call it the abyss these days... eons have passed since I last walked this soil."

Roslyn had dark, almost black eyes. That and her raven hair were 2 of her most striking features. Well, those black eyes were now lost in the fire red of this man's eyes. She could not look away, even as he drew her closer. The tip of her tongue wet her lips, her breath catching.

"Who is your friend?"

Friend? Roslyn struggled to figure out what he was talking about, because the only thoughts now careening thru her mind were of her and his bodies, entwined, he buried deep inside her as she cried out in pleasure and need...

What friend...

"Roslyn" the voice was not his. It was hers. And again, Tiann did not speak. "Roslyn, don't let him...." but Ros... Ros was weak. She cut off her friend's words with a slow turn of her head, tearing her gaze from his, and finding Tiann.

"Tiann" But it wasn't Roslyn that said it. It was Tiann herself, and this time she was actually speaking. "My name is Tiann. Leave her alone." Her arms had lowered to her side, and she had actually taken several steps closer to the Demon Man and Roslyn. "Let her go".....

 

[TirithIre]

Oh his words did seep, but not for a weakness... simply to connect. To her he was her opposite... and even as he spoke he knew that she would receive a fluttering of an image, for his mental words came from the true visage of his demonic power... not from the human form he had chosen to take upon himself.

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Eight feet tall with the dark armor of his brethren, she had seen it... she had seen him... and while it WAS a frightening thought indeed... it was clear that while powerful beyond measure his power came not from his physical form, but from his ability to control others.

Yet his head cocked to it's side as he heard the venemous words of her mind. It seemed far too strong to be someone of a mortal coil... her perfection... it rippled through the air... she managing to deflect most of it most was not all... and some did touch her, caress her, instinctively do it's best to tempt her into calming.

"I know what you are. You are the spirit of the Fallen. Caste from the heavens, forced to live withing the bowels of the underworld. Once, you were loved, you were beautiful, you were a protector, the source of light and love. Now, you only know darkness, fire, pain, and the emptiness of being alone. You know hatred and despair. Lust and not love. Want and need, never fulfilled"... Tiann said none of these words, yet her mind surely did. Something within her surely did. "where I have wings, you have horns. You are the vision of pure evil"

He had to chuckle... a low, rolling laughter as he looked upon her. " You sound distinctively like a preachers daughter." He purred, though he added. " We whom fell fell with pride. We who fell fell with the knowledge that the god whom chose his little creations over us would never truly love us again."

Yet even as Roslyn was so 'weak', he heard her moan as his touch ignited her mortal body. To the discerning eye of the demon however he could see that she wore nothing beneath, and even as he was contemplating his next move the red haired one interrupted again.

" Finally come out of the words of the mind I see." He purred, his touch maintained with Roslyn, it heated her further, pushed her higher into desire slowly... creeping into her mind, coursing through her body. Yet even as Tiann said that he had to chuckle.

I really don't think she wants me to stop... do you Roslyn? Even as he asked that he physically took the raven haired beauty by the shoulders and turned her towards her friend. " Do you want me to stop Roslyn? He asked yet again as his hands smoothed over her shoulders, before he reached around, and slowly un-zipped the vest.

It has been so long since I have tasted mortal flesh... surely you cannot deny me this... His mind spoke to her once again even as he slid the zipper fully down before he slid the vest off, his smooth hands moving and cupping the raven haired Roslyn's breasts in his hands, as though weighing them as his touch drove her further into her desires.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Do you want me to stop, Roslyn"

He had turned Roslyn to face Tiann... and their eyes met...

Tiann's friend was lost. Tiann knew it. It was apparent in her eyes, the surrender, the want, the need, the lust that even now slowly wound it's way thru her... Tiann knew... as much as Roslyn always tried to be the strong one, the dominant one, she never was. Tiann had always known that, had always seen that within the interactions she had with her, they had with others. Roslyn was a follower. Maybe that was why she fixated on summoning a demon. Maybe she wanted to feel stronger. More in control. Maybe she thought this was a way to be feared and well.. respected. She had no clue how dangerous this little game of hers had gotten, no idea at all...

And of course, Roslyn did not want him to stop. She had all but forgotten that the man who at this moment was touching her, was a monster, a beast, a visage from hell. She only saw what he wanted her to see...

The touch, fingers gliding along the curve of her shoulders, the soft zip sound as the vest was opened, revealing her full swell of breasts, the leather slipping easily off her shoulders, falling to the floor at her feet. Roslyn's eyes closed, no longer seeing her friend. No longer caring. Only his touch mattered now. Only his voice. Only his want. The girl's entire form quivered, skin flushing, heat rising. "please" the word hung on her full lips...

"It has been so long since I have tasted mortal flesh... surely you cannot deny me this..."

Tiann felt another wave flow over her. This one stronger than the last. The warmth pressed against her skin, slithering like a serpent along the curves of her body. For a moment, as his hands cupped Roslyn's breasts, fingertips brushing over peaking nipples, Tiann felt what Roslyn was feeling. The sensation made her gasp, she reeling back for a moment, finding the wall for support, the whole of her form shaking. She had never felt anything like that before, and her body reacted quickly, her own deep pink nipples awakening, and between her legs, moist warmth could be felt.

Roslyn again pleaded... "please"... Her voice, that one begging word, made Tiann quietly moan, the sound almost a purr from her barely parted lips. She leaned to the wall, desperately seeking some kind of support, wishing she could draw that wall around her... That one word, "please" even tho it came from Ros, had quite the effect on Tiann as well...

As Tiann fell back against the wall, Roslyn let her body lean back into the strong, muscular frame of the man behind her. As his hands kneaded the flesh of her breasts, her own fingers alighted upon his, gently resting on his hands now. Her breathing deepened, the sounds purring from her lips nothing short of pure, lustfilled want.. need.. desire... Dark nipples now peaked and tender, the wetness between her legs soaking her, as her excitement grew. A slight turn of her head, and her lips sought his, the kiss quickly deepening, tongues entwining, tasting... slithering... why did his tongue feel so long and.... serpentine??? The thought did not stop the raven haired girl tho, so lost in her want of him now, her desire overflowing any fear she may have felt. "Fuck me" she broke the kiss to whisper, turning in his arms. She was practically straddling him as she begged... "fuck me... please...." a leg lifted, she rocking her hips into him, her lust so great she actually pushed him back a bit on his feet ....

 

[TirithIre]

Even as he saw the defeat in Tiann's eyes he knew... just as she did the 'depths' of her failure. Roslyn wasn't 'lost' per sei... the woman was very much still in there... but her lusts were so driven, so complete that there was no 'reasoning' with her, at least not in that regard.

Azazel was well aware of Roslyn's 'secret' desires to be in control... to be able to prove to others that she wasn't weak... it just so happened that she decided to do that with one of the ancient fallen demons of hell. Some called them the knights of hell... some called them the old one's. The name really didn't really mean much overall.

Even as he slid the zipper down the smooth flesh his eyes were on Tiann. There was certainly something different about her... though his desire for pleasure right then abated his curiosity... as he gently slid the leather vest to the floor he heard Roslyn's whimpering begging.

" Oh don't worry Roslyn... I won't make you wait. He purred to her pleading for more, and Tiann could see how the demon gripped Roslyn's breasts, crushing them intensely within his hands... and even as he felt her turn her head his lips moved to hers.

Serpentine tongue indeed, forked and elongated slipped and coiled around Roslyn's own as he smirked and his eyes lifted to Tiann. It seemed the natural lust within the room was 'working on her' much more than being calm had... and even as Tiann leaned against the wall and tried to 'shield' herself, it was Roslyn... her friend whom was causing most of the 'power' that was flexing within the room.

Even as Roslyn managed to pull her lips from his he could feel what she would beg for next... and even as she turned into him he enveloped her... his hand dropping to hold the raven haired woman's leg up though Roslyn could feel his other hand smoothly cutting her skirt away. She didn't see... but Tiann could easily see his nails lengthen into a razor like claw, he carefully cutting the clothing before it fell away.

" Hmm, your wearing something that stops me from having you." His voice was truly like liquid gold... and even as he said that he pulled away, leaving the raven haired beauty to strip her own panties off herself, though he reached down with a tantilizing look to Tiann.

If you wish... I can put her to sleep... the only cost will be that you take her place. He was curious how much she wanted to save Roslyn... he wouldn't kill the raven haired woman... he would simply use some demonic power and put the stripping beauty to sleep... and Tiann could submit herself to this demon in her friends place.

He was clearly evil... but she was clearly aroused. He could see the points of her nipples pushing against her t-shirt... he could smell her arousal Yes... he could smell her arousal from across the room, he figured that she was some form of vampire or werewolf... or perhaps a fairy... he would never in a million eons guess that she was a fallen angel soul whom had landed upon earth and had been blessed into a mortal body.

He watched her with those intense eyes of his... wondering what her 'choice' would be!

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Roslyn slipped her panties off without a thought. The only thing that commanded her thoughts and attention was the man before her and having sex with him. Feeling him fill her, penetrating, thrusting, his seed spilling out. The girl nearly came just from those thoughts alone. So when he reached down, a finger lightly brushing along soaking wet, dripping, pussy lips, her moaning gasp shook thru her.

Tiann was having a hard enough time herself staying focused. She too was trembling, feeling the same heat, the same desire as her friend, albeit less intensely. Something deep within her was trying to fight it. And ... was giving it quite the battle...

"If you wish... I can put her to sleep... the only cost will be that you take her place"

That.... snapped Tiann back into the realm of reality and out of the world of "lust" and "pleasure"...

Take her place. Save Roslyn from defiling herself with that... Demon. What would that mean? What would happen to Roslyn if Tiann stepped back and allowed her to be used by the Monster? He was... is... an Incubus.... A sexual Demon, from the depths of depravity.

Tiann had to search her mind, but it took only a moment or two, and she remembered... long ago teachings by her father... Not necessarily directed to her, but to the town, but nevertheless, Tiann remembered... and so did the angel within her....

Once the Incubus get a mortal sexually aroused or subdued through violence, all conscious guards and defenses tend to go down. He is then able to plant his evils, his depravity, his lust, into the subconscious mind of his victim, where it will go unnoticed for a long time, while actively causing major changes and... corruption. It is similar to how a woman who is enjoying intercourse completely gives herself to the man and allows him to plant in her anything that comes out of him. Once his seed is inside, she does not know where it goes or what it does, but it could be actively changing her in major ways. She may have conceived or even contracted an STD, but she will not know it for quite some time. But in this case, it would not be the body that feels the effects, that experiences the damage... or the changes... it is the mind... and more importantly... the soul... He would steal from his victim, her spirit, the essence of her soul. In place of what rips from her... he would leave his seeds of perversion and lust, leaving her emotionally and spiritually drained... corrupted...

Tiann couldn't let that happen to Roslyn. The Angel within her, could not sacrifice another soul, could not watch him corrupt, tear into, shred, a innocent soul. And Rosyln was... innocent. She was not evil. She was not depraved. She was just a lonely girl with bad ideas. Tiann just could not let him take her that way, do that to her.

Two thoughts, that melded together as one... and Tiann knew what she had to do.

"Do not... do not take her. Take me instead. Leave Roslyn intact. Please"

It was not easy to say. And as the words flowed, her fear flowed with them. That chill that had been tickling in the depths of her belly spread, a cold shiver, gripping her. Heart racing... skin flushing despite that chill. A deep, very scared, light seemed to flicker in her eyes. Tiann wanted to be brave, and she was trying. She had to do this. She had to. Her father would expect her to.. to save another. And her fear was not only her own, the angel within was trembling as well..

Stepping forward.... Tiann let her eyes meet his.

"Tell me who you are first. At least give me your name"

EDITED: Please note this is MY Last post in this thread. The Story will continue wit TirithIre and another writer...

 

[TirithIre]

He could see the raven haired beauty as she moaned and stripped herself so needily... but it was a part of his mind that seemed to reach to her... wanting the connection... not realizing the true depths of it all. what exactly was being decided then and there. With a mortal, incubi COULD consume their souls... if they chose. For the ancient 'evils', for those whom had willingly fallen from the heavens he could feed without destroying... if he so chose.

He did not share that little tidbit of information with Tiann just then though... he wanted to know just what her decision would be... so even as he awaited her answer Roslyn felt the demon's fingers brush over her swollen cunt lips, he easily toying with her clit making her go mad for now with desire.

Even as he listened to the needy moans and cries of the denied mortal though he looked to Tiann... her mind seemed to shield most of the influence... but her body, innocent and pure betrayed her.

"Do not... do not take her. Take me instead. Leave Roslyn intact. Please"

He was half tempted to share that he could enjoy her pleasures without destroying her... but he didn't... instead he leaned down and whispered dark demonic words into the raven haired beauty's ear. Dormite jam parum decoris, et quiescet somnus. Even as he purred that it would ring through her mind and cause Roslyn to fall asleep peacefully... not killed, simply asleep.

To Tiann, she would hear the words clearly. Sleep now little beauty, sleep and know peace. He gently lowered Roslyn to the floor, moving her and leaning her there as his fingers slipped from her cunt and licking the excitement from them he smirked to Tiann.

"Tell me who you are first. At least give me your name"

He smirked slightly, but shrugged. " I thought you said that you knew whom I was already?" He toyed with her... but there was no need to pretend really... not when flexing his 'wings' would feel so nice. So even as he turned to her and she could see him move towards her, the room seemed to shift to the visage of a mountain top.

I am Azazel. I am the bringer of forges, of the right hand to Lucifer. I stood with him in the fall, and now stand before you little one." Even as he said that she was presented with the visage... beautiful angels upon the mountain top of Hermon, pleading with god. Pleading with him to love them as he had loved the mortals, to not turn them away from themselves.

It was a heart wrenching sight, to see such beauty cast aside... but the visage centered upon two angels. One, whom shone brighter than all the rest she would know as Lucifer... the other though... was Azazel. He had been beautiful... the image of the man before her physically was the form he had taken, only his hair had been longer, and his wings had been pure and white.

The visage shifted, showing his fall, showing his pain, his loss of the one whom he had called god. " I am cast from his grace for wishing to be loved." His voice broke the visage, it fading back into the room they were in... his eyes smoldering with anger. " That betrayal, was too much. Grovel beneath the heel of his creations... not to guide, to be be lead... not to care, but to tend to ourselves. I am now a seeker of lusts... an incubus.. and I will have what was agreed upon."

He looked right to her... and even as he approached he could tell she was a sister.. or would have been once. His heart black and beaten did pulse at the realization, but he motioned to her. " Proove your willingness, remove all your clothing, or watch as I make your friend cum her brains out." It wasn't a veiled threat... and she would know that.

 

[cripple92996]

cleansing fire

She had made her choice, this broken mortal. No matter. Better I suffer, not that poor helpless one. I move towards the dark one head bowed and naked. Let him engulf me.
I shout like a runner, hoping to block the pain.

 

[TirithIre]

Oh Azazel reveled in the choice that she had made... coursing, changing the weave of the events through since the summoning had been completed... and even as she shouted the demon gave her a very curious look. Yet with a dark chuckle he moved forwards. " You seem to think that this will hurt..." He mused, though even as he said that he reached out, his touch sending pulses of electric lust into the young beautiful woman.

" Did you not find the sight of your friend arousing? I am sure you did..." He purred as he slid his hand over her cheek, feeling the smoothness, the perfection of it all he curled his hand into the nape of her neck as his other reached down with his other hand and took hold of her t-shirt... she feeling how he lifted it from her skin, peeling it up and off her as his dark red hued eyes looked into her own... he stripping her shirt from her.

" Tell me lovely Tiann... do you fear? or is it truly lust that you feel?" He smirked as he watched her though, her ruby red hair, her flawless skin.. she was perfection in his eyes, though he was hardly about patient enough to wait much longer for her... he was looking forwards to defiling this lovely mortal!

 

[cripple92996]

next

Both dark one! No one who fears you not is allowed to live. Yet I would be lying if I didn't wonder just how this was going to feel. In my kind, there is a unique link between suffering and bliss.
She was naked now, this was no more than an otherworldly inspection combined with lust.
He would have her, as only he could but he would also number, her, mark her body and her abilities as so many had before.

 

[cripple92996]

next

Both dark one, No one who doesn't fear you can live. Among my kind pain and pleasure are often linked. He would have her, but he would also number, and asses her. This was another testing, another time she would be weighed, and monitored. So many had does that, naked she waited hips open soul pershed, every once

 

[TirithIre]

Azazel could see the fear in her eyes, and yet the lust as well. It was impossible to miss, and even as he removed her shirt the shorts were next... her smooth rounded hips were lovely... and even as she was getting closer to being naked he continued. Her bra was next, his talented fingers working the clasp before it fell away... her panties leaving as well as he saw the curiosity in her eyes.

" Don't worry... your body is mine." He purred before he pulled her flush to him... some demonic magic caused his clothing to dissapear, so naked warm flesh met naked flesh as he leaned down and claimed her lips. Teeth nipped her bottom lip, pulling on it playfully as then his tongue pressed into her mouth, dominating it as she felt his nails scraping over her firm ass, he lifting her right off her feet.

Yet the most tantalizing thing was the feeling of his cock. Pressing against her lower abdomen it was truly large, ten inches long and three inches wide the spear of the demon would soon claim her pussy as his own! For now though he feasted on her lips and mouth, bringing her lusts even more to the surface!

 

[cripple92996]

offering

Her eyes blinked back and forth. This assault couldn't be measured in words. This need could only be felt and satisfied. Her womenhood popped with any human this would have happened much slower, but this other one could stretch could move twice as fast. His engorged flesh, thrust again and again Her screams were delightful, power relief and terror all mixed

 

[TirithIre]

Azazel smirked as her eyes blinked, the effects of his demonic aura in such a close proximity were clearly having an effect on her. He could see how hard her nipples had become.. his demonic senses could pick up and smell her engorged pussy... and even as she screamed with her need he simply laughed at her, tormenting her, torturing her.

Even as he watched her thrusting herself, trying to impale herself he didn't allow it... driving her mad with desire he moved her, carrying her over he placed her onto her hands and knees facing Roslyn, facing her friend whom was clearly un-conscious, he positioned himself behind her before the tip of his cock was rubbing alongside her swollen slit... he groaning to himself at the temptation.

Yet he wasn't in a rush... he had waited eons for this, and even as she bucked herself back she felt his strong hands holding her hips still before he sank every inch of cock into her, it so deep it bumped her cervix as he growled and groaned. Smiling though he felt her spasming walls, he could feel the heat of her virgin blood being broken as he reached out and grabbing her hair he began to thrust.

Thrust after thrust fucked her pussy... thrust after thrust claimed her soul for his own desires, for his use.

 

[cripple92996]

f

She was His all right. Wrapped tied up like a stocking stuffer. It was ok though. Hopefully, roslin suffering would be somewhat lessened She didn't belief it would go away.
Her feet were shifting out, against her wishes almost like a demonic dance. Out they came, twisted towards the demi tas who had claimed her, her bottom slapped out of her clothes towards him.
What magnet of misery did he truly command?

 

[TirithIre]

Oh the fact that her body succumbed to the desires of her flesh only caused him to smile... she was beautiful, her upturned ass did seem to call to him, so he raised a hand and smacked her ass, the sound reverberating around the room, the sensations only seeming to cause her to involuntarily clench upon his big cock.

Even as her bottom thrust back towards him he laughed. " Someone's enjoying this." He remarked, his hand tangled within her hair held her aloft, and she could see Roslyn's suffering wasn't the same as her own. While Tiann fought her desires, Roslyn had embraced them... but Azazel smirked.

" Go, have a taste." He pushing her forwards until her lips were pressed against her best friends pussy, Tiann being forced to lick her friend as the demon's other hand continued to spank her, all the while his cock pulled and entered her tight virgin pussy brutally!

 

[cripple92996]

h

Trian obeyed. She licked, but it wasn't only for his pleasure. She truly wanted, to give her beloved friend something to sooth her. Her tounge leapt forward, like a lioness. Saliva, pouring out of her, mixed with her female scent.

 

[TirithIre]

The demon smirked at the very willing way she pushed her perfect face between her friends thighs, and even as she did Azazel alieviated the demonic magic which kept Roslyn asleep allowing the woman to awaken... though even as he did he turned Trian's ass red with the smacks, her 'suffering' a mixture of pain from the spanking, and pleasure from the fucking.

Even as he did though his heavy balls slapped Trian's hardened little clit, the demon pounding away at her as her friend would wake to feeling her cunt being licked, Azazel's thrusting pushing Trian's face into her friends slit as he reached around with his hand and finding the woman's hard little clit he began to rub it forcefully.

He would have her cum... again and again and again!