To Wed A Demon {Duchess & Torterrable}
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				Title: <strong>To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>duchess85</strong> on <strong>18-03-2014, 20:43:53</strong>
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				Princess Dinah stood still in front of the mirror, her reflection showed her disgust, disbelief and contempt for everything happening. <em>"This entire thing is utterly ridiculous!"</em> the words bounced around the small preparation room that was over filled with... people... if one could call them that. There was some sort of half-human half-serpent girl who was supposed to do her hair. Another one of them seemed to be nothing but skin and bones except for some sort of growth on her back that made her hunch forward, she had long spindly limbs and finger and almost reminded Dinah of a spider; and that was the woman who was supposed to dress Dinah - she absently wondered if the creature spun her own silk.<br><br>"Pleasse Princesss thingsss would be much sssimpler if you would co-operate with usss" the serpent girl said in a soft tone trying to appeal to a reasonable side that at the moment Dinah did not seem to possess. <br><br>She felt cool metal being placed against her skin, one woman was locking intricate gold cuffs around Dinah's ankles. Dinah kicked, catching the girl in the chin. The girl cursed but wasn't deterred from her mission, next the girl moved to her wrists and matching cuffs were locked there. Another pair was locked around her upper arms and finally a gold collar was locked around her neck. The collar was tight on the throat with a blood red ruby that hung down just barely reaching the valley of her breasts by a delicate gold chain. <br><br>The spindly woman pulled at the belt holding the robe on her body "It's time to dress Princess" she said, her voice was rough and gave Dinah the chills. She wanted to slap the woman but she feared that if she did she could possibly break her in some manner and as vicious as she was feeling she was raised after all to be a lady so she simply spread her hands and hissed <em>"Lets get this over with."</em><br><br>Just like that the robe was taken away and she was helped into a knee length gown. The bodice felt as though it was made of the same gold material as the cuffs and fit in much the same way of a corset, forcing her breasts together and up until they nearly spilled out of the bodice. Her nipples were barely covered by the cold material and Dinah thought it was a small miracle that she was still contained. Though if she were honest the bodice did wonders for her chest, she'd always found her chest to be a bit on the small side but the bodice put them proudly on display. The skirt of the gown was the same red as the ruby hanging from her neck, only it was sheer and hung in layers over her skin until only the barest hint of her silhouette showed. She was naked beneath the gown and felt self-conscious in a way she had never experienced before. <br><br>The serpent girl came up behind her and began work on her hair, her long smooth raven locks hung to the center of her back and the girl worked it into intricate braids laced with gold and rubies. When the women were done with their work Dinah stood before the mirror, her pale skin seemed to glow against the gold and red and though her golden eyes still read contempt she could admit to herself that the team of demon spawn had actually done an impressive job. <br><br><em>"Where is my husband? I wish to get these ridiculous rituals over with! And where are my slippers!?"</em><br><br>The serpent girl spoke after the last question "There will be no sssslipperss Princesss you are to be barefoot from now on."<br><br>Dinah groaned and spun on her heel walking to the door in frustration, as she reached for the ornate handle the door opened and two large black scaled demons stood before her, eyes glowing. Her small stature was dwarfed as each one slipped a claw through the rings of the cuffs on her upper arms and pulled her forward out of the room.<br><br>"It's time for your rituals Princess" spoke the demon on the left as they led her down the long hallway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torterrable</strong> on <strong>19-03-2014, 15:25:18</strong>
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				The two demons remained mostly silent as they led their victim down the long hallway. Their hooves clacked against the ground as their bodies seemed to flicker in the dim candlelight. They did not like Dinah. They did not like her at all. She was a complete bitch, cruel to even the nicest of demons; her attitude towards Serthis, the serpent girl, demonstrated that. And they were not the nicest of demons. They looked forward to what was going to happen next, and even hoped that she would fail; while they liked Azaziel, the demon that Dinah was supposed to marry, they would rather she go to hell and never come back. There had to be a better princess...or a better alternative.<br><br>The gilt crimson door in front of them opened without either demon touching it. The smells of sacred incense and something more musky emanated from the room, and the obsidian demons nodded at each other and shoved the girl in. "Stupid bitch..." one muttered as they backed away, the door shutting silently in front of them. The room was empty, to say the least. It appeared empty, anyways; it was dimly lit by a few wall-candles, their flames dancing a flickering green across the room. The incense smell seemed to come from nowhere; what could be seen of the walls was solid, a deep, rich red that offered no reprieve from fear or anything else.<br><br>There was no need to tell her about the trial. She either already knew, or was going to find out unpleasantly. A minute lapsed, then another. The time marched on as the trial supposedly began, but no one showed up. The darkness kept flickering, and the incense kept burning, but Dinah was all alone...until a small bell rang, and the trial truly began. Azaziel smiled as he watched her through a seeing eye hidden in the darkness of the ceiling. The first of the demons began to show up; he had decided to start her off easy. This one would not be difficult to turn down. Gluttony demons were not typically physically attractive, and this one was no exception.<br><br>It was handsome, to be certain. Its face emanated a sort of regality, and it held itself with a royal stance. However, it was hard to overlook the massive paunch this demon bore, or its mottled, sickening red skin.&nbsp; It was hard to ignore its flabby penis or its massive, heavy breasts, filled with its own gluttony and greed. It was difficult to not see the chubby cheeks or the hard red eyes, measuring and eating up Dinah. "Hello, Dinah." Its voice was ridiculously high as it plodded towards the princess. "Come with me....I can give you...more..." It was not the smartest demon despite its wealth, and it only knew to think of itself.<br><br>A form uncoiled from the wall, a snake's tail, a man's body. The father of the snake girl that had attended to Dinah slowly began to slither down and creep up on her from behind, meaning to surprise her. She may have been alone before, but now the demons were appearing, and they were prepared to test her resolve. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>duchess85</strong> on <strong>19-03-2014, 18:55:40</strong>
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				Dinah was launched into the room by the demons escorting her, stumbling before regaining her balance and righting herself. She turned towards the door mouth open ready to curse them but she was met with nothing but the closing of the heavy doors. She turned again and stared out into the seemingly empty room, it was barely lit and the entire situation left her feeling uneasy; a feeling that she was not fond of.&nbsp; She chewed nervously on her bottom lip and moved a little further into the room, if this was the first ritual she was sure it hadn't begun yet. <br><br>She brought her arms up and hugged herself around the waist, and waited. When the bell rang she jumped in her skin a little bit and began looking around. Now it had begun, a small gasp left her lips and stumbled away from the demon making its way towards her. He was revolting, the way his body seemed to resemble a goblet of set pudding as it moved. She clenched her eyes tight until it spoke, the demon though to persuade her away with promises of more? If more had resulted in the way this demon looked she would surely pass on that. Besides in the eyes of her god she was already married. "I wish for nothing you could possibly offer me."<br><br>With that she took a step back away from the large, disgusting demon and stepped right into the snake man a scream left her lips. Dinah threw her hands out in front of her body to keep the snake man a distance from her. "No! What is wrong with you?! Don't touch me!" did none of them have respect for Azaziel? To come after the woman he was wed too. <br><br>Dinah hastily side stepped away from the snake man and bumped into a demon that looked a lot like one of the ones who'd tossed her in the room except the color of his skin might of been green it was hard to tell in faint lighting. His clawed hand reached for her breast and Dinah shrunk away before he could touch. "I'm a married woman." There was a shake in her voice as she spoke, but when she did the demon seemed appeased and left just as the snake and the large demon before had.<br><br>There had been times in her life when she'd been frightened but if she were completely honest this was by far the worst thing she'd ever experienced. Demon after demon came to her, each with a different approach but all wanting the same things. Come with them, let them touch her, let them show her true carnal delights. She was overwhelmed the haughty demeanor she had cultivated as a shield did nothing to protect her from this onslaught of demons. <br><br>The final straw for Dinah was when a demon with tentacles, wrapped it's sticky tentacles around her ankle and began to snake it up her calves. Her hands batted at them frantically. "Don't touch me! Don't touch me! I'm married to Azaziel what is wrong with you! Don't touch me!" a sob bubbled up just as the tentacles unraveled from her leg. When she was alone with Azaziel she swore that the demon would get a piece of her mind but right now she was too terrified that one of these demons wouldn't take no for an answer.&nbsp; She backed herself into a corner hoping that the darkness would conceal her from any more demons.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torterrable</strong> on <strong>19-03-2014, 21:29:15</strong>
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				Azaziel was much more than amused as he watched her turn down one demon, then another. Her defiance was amusing, and her attempts to push them away were even more so. She had quite the fight in her body for a small woman like her, and he licked his lips. Oh that poor, poor thing, he thought with a throaty laugh that was smothered by the many demons attempting to court her. She denied one after another after another, from the green afrit to the naga, from the gluttony demon to the wrath one. Azaziel had, however, been holding the best for last, although it seemed like, with the kraken demon, that she had finally given up. Her burst of final denial and her attempt to hide in the corner did nothing but amuse him, and he decided that it was time for the final trial.<br><br>His friend, Vaarat, slid into the room silently, his form hidden from her by the darkness. Like Azaziel, Vaarat was a demon of lust, although a less powerful one. Nevertheless, his power soon began to manifest in the room, a heady musk that caused the candle lights to trickle and dance. Vaarat strode gracefully into the room, his dark, blue-ebony skin almost glowing in the dim light. Deep, sapphire-blue eyes searched the room and lit upon the princess in the corner; Azaziel watched from safety, far away. The dark-colored lust demon wore nothing but a pale, maize colored waist cloth, a light, delicately floating linen covering over his privates.<br><br>It was just decorative, as evidenced by the way his stiffening cock seemed to prop his clothing up. Still, he did not demonstrate even a hint of pause as he approached the princess. "Hello there..." His voice was deep and rich, dark and heady. It was the type of voice that made women's thighs tremble and their bosoms shiver. "I am Vaarat." He moved towards her corner gracefully, almost like a dancer. He stood tall in front of her, his erection evident as he looked down at her from above it.<br><br>"Azaziel does not deserve such a beauty as you..." he hummed as he reached a hand down to stroke her hair. "I do. You are much more beautiful than he deserves. He will not care about the treasure that you are...I, on the other hand, know how to treat you right." He let lustful fantasies, suggestions and hints, trickle into her mind, and he focused his energy on the seduction that already swirled heavily around him. "I am the one you truly want, not him...is that not right, my dear Dinah?"<br><br>Azaziel smiled. This was more of a test than the rest of those demons had been...he patiently waited for the princess's response. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>duchess85</strong> on <strong>19-03-2014, 22:19:17</strong>
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				Dinah pressed into the corner when the candle light that illuminated the room began to dance. She had hoped with everything in her that the one with the tentacles had been the last, she still had remnants of some sort of slime on her calves from that demon that she desperately wanted to wash away. It appeared however that the demon's she'd faced weren't enough. Her eyes finally noticed the demon coming towards her, it seemed her hiding spot was easily found out. <br><br>Her spine stiffened and she instantly regretted putting herself in the corner, in this position she'd be trapped. Even with that being the case as the large jewel toned demon approached her she moved a step back her back hitting the wall. There was something different about this one, she could feel immediately. His voice filled the room and Dinah felt her thighs quiver in response, she felt an attraction to the demon but she didn't know if it was from some type of power he held or if was natural... no it couldn't be natural.<br><br>"P-p-perhaps" she stuttered, her voice trembling and weak "Perhaps" she cleared her throat trying to erase the weakness "he does not deserve me... but he has me none the less."<br><br>It took everything she had to reach up and swipe away the hand that was stroking her hair, she must dismiss this demon. "Do not touch me" she hissed even as she felt the fantasies he fed into her mind, they made her wet between her legs. So much so that her desire began to trickle down her thigh. Her body was betraying her, but she refused to betray the man she'd been wed to. "I do not know you so there is no way I could truly want you over the man whom I've pledge my loyalty, honesty, and life too." <br><br>Dinah was certain that the demon would be able to sense her arousal, and she feared he would take that information back to Azaziel. But just because her body was weak and responded to this demon did not mean she would allow herself to act upon it. "You may try and try to use my body to turn me against what I've pledged but I will not. " She held her head high, and stepped forward a bit "Not for you Vaarat... not for any other demon that enters this room."
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torterrable</strong> on <strong>19-03-2014, 22:26:38</strong>
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				The fact that she could still stand with his aura heavy in the air was a surprise for both demons watching. Azaziel smiled from where he sat, hidden from her, hidden from all, watching. Vaarat had to hide his amusement, but he too, found it interesting that this woman was neglecting his advances. He raised an eyebrow as he heard her attempt to deny him. He reached out again and began stroking her hair, but her sudden, vehement call against him made him unsure. He could smell and sense the wetness, but her defense against his advances were solid. He raised an eyebrow, and opened his mouth to plant doubt in her mind.<br><br>He did not have the chance as she kept up her angry offense. Azaziel could see rather than smell or feel the lust around her, and he found himself unduly impressed. He leaned back and chuckled, sending a mental message to Vaarat. The other lust demon smiled and narrowed his eyes, cocking his head at Dinah. He raised his hands and backed away, chuckling darkly. "Very well then, princess. You have made your opinion clear." He pointed one dark finger at her, his eyes challenging. "But you will regret this...especially when you see what comes ahead." Vaarat's loincloth fell and vanished into nothingness, and he let her get a good view of his erection, ready to take her should she asked. He backed away as the lights began to dim, then go out entirely, and darkness shrouded both of them.<br><br>Another few minutes passed, silence, no sound except what she made, no smell except lust and musk. Two doors, opposite the ones she had come in, swung open, letting in surprisingly bright light. Two demons, who could have been twins of the ones who had led her here, stood, offering their hands for her to come in. "Lord Azaziel says that you have passed this test." the right one growled, his face emotionless and his eyes dark. "You have two more trials ahead of you. Come with us, now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>duchess85</strong> on <strong>19-03-2014, 22:43:37</strong>
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				Dinah's eyes widened in shock as the thin loincloth fell away from his large frame, it wasn't as if the small scrap of material had left anything to the imagination but seeing the full force of his erection had been like a punch to the gut. She was surprised herself that she was still on her feet rather on her back with her legs spread for the demon before her. As he backed away from her and the lights faded she stumbled backwards pressing herself into the wall for support, it was the only thing keeping her on her feet at the moment.<br><br>The darkness was disturbing, all she could hear was the sound of her breath leaving her lungs and being sucked back in again. This was a darkness that her eyes could not adjust too. She shifted and the sound of the metal at her ankles clanking together filled the room and rattled her nerves again. For the first time in her life, she was afraid of the dark. Afraid of what could possibly come out of it. <br><br>A few minutes felt like an eternity in this darkness until the doors on the other end of the room opened and filled the room with the welcomed light. Even the demons welcoming her into bright room were a welcome site, she pushed away from the wall and walked to them on trembling legs. They were just like the ones who'd ushered her into the darkness and now they guided her out of it. <br><br>"I... passed?" she asked a little shocked. A smile flitted across her lips "Of course I passed." she said with more confidence than she felt. <br><br>She tried to revel in the fact that she'd passed this trial but the fact that they said that two more lay ahead of her made her feel less victorious. "What trial is next?" she asked looking back and forth between the two demons that led her from the room, trying to figure out what she would face next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torterrable</strong> on <strong>20-03-2014, 15:37:14</strong>
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				The demons had to hide their scorn from her. She did not deserve to feel pride; a true demoness would not only have turned down the men, she would have lit their groins on fire as she let them move. Her fear was most unbecoming of the wife of the sorcerer; she had proven that with her tangible shivering and fear in the darkness of the room, while they prepared for her trial. The demons glared down at her in unison as she asked her question, and they looked back up in unison as well. <br><br>The one on the left spoke. "You will know your master without knowing him." he stated cryptically. The hallway's walls were covered with pictures of sexual deeds, some rather light, others somewhat cruel. None of them depicted her red-skinned, humanoid master, although some could be his relatives and their mates, attractive, somewhat powerful woman looking completely helpless at the whims of their demon captors. <br><br>Neither demon offered any more aid to Dinah as they lead her into the next room. This one was decorated unnervingly similar to the last with the exception of a single, hard wooden chair sitting in the center. She did not know it, but Azaziel waited behind the other door. The demons led her to the chair and began to cast spells over her, very basic spells that restrained her body and arms. She could move, but only a limited amount. One of her guards (it was impossible to tell if it had been the left or the right one now) produced a blindfold from somewhere on his person, and wrapped it around Dinah's eyes. The other pulled out two earplugs, magicked pieces of soft metal that would carefully ensure that everything except for vibrations passed into Dinah's ear.<br><br>He put them in, and everything was silent and lightless for her. Azaziel entered, his red body completely naked. He waved his two servants out and approached, prepared for the second trial. He fully expected her to be able to survive, as lust-inducing as it may have been. "Hello, Dinah...." he murmured, knowing she could not make out his words, but that she could still feel that he was there. 
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				Post by: <strong>duchess85</strong> on <strong>20-03-2014, 18:25:49</strong>
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				Dinah's nerves were on high alert, she could feel the disapproval of the demons next to her but she could care less as she didn't think too highly of them either. They obviously thought themselves above her because they were demons with powers they could control, and she had no powers and she was a lowly human. However she wasn't average anything, she was beautiful, faithful, loyal even to a demon husband she hadn't wanted. Above all else though, she was a princess, she stiffened her spine and held her head high. <br><br>When the demon spoke he drew her out of her thoughts and she ran his words through her head. How could she know her master without knowing him? what did that even mean? She turned her head to take in her surroundings and that is when she noticed the pictures upon the wall. Shouldn't believe that this was the art they chose to display. Her cheeks heated as she thought about how she'd responded to the demon Vaarat, this was insanity she needed to put that out of her mind and with that she commanded herself never to think of that again.<br><br>They led her to the wooden chair in the next room and she knew that the next ritual was to begin without her even having a reprieve from what had just happened to her. She settled into the chair and watched the demons, she went to rest her hands in her lap but they wouldn't move more than an inch maybe two. She struggled for a moment even as the demon wrapped the blindfold around her eyes, it was useless though to fight against their magic when she had none of her own. If the blindfold wasn't bad enough one of the demons slid the cold earplugs in and all sound in the room disappeared. <br><br>This was worse than the first trial, at least she could see and hear and move in the last one. This time she wouldn't be able to resist anything that was to happen to her. But the one demon had said that she would know her master without knowing him so maybe it would be Azaziel that was going to administer this trial. <br><br>Dinah wiggled her fingers slowly as she waited for something to happen, it was pretty much all she could do anyway. When the plugs in her ears vibrated gently she tilted her head slightly the best she could, was someone in the room with her? "Hello... is someone there? Azaziel... is that you?" why had she bothered... it wasn't like she would <em>hear</em> the response.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torterrable</strong> on <strong>20-03-2014, 21:54:20</strong>
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				Azaziel smiled as he heard her words. What beautiful words, too, coming from her mouth. "Yes." he murmured playfully, knowing that she could not hear him. Her skin, though, her pale skin was exposed, and she could feel him there, no? He chuckled to himself as he moved to her, and his hands gently touched her arm. He stroked his fingers gently up, skipping over the metal rings so he could continue trailing up her arm. He smiled as he leaned down near her ear. She would not be able to hear a thing, restrained as she was...<br><br>His teeth slowly moved forward and nipped playfully at her earlobe. His hand left her arm and crossed her shoulder, then moved towards her breasts. Deft fingers danced along her neck and collarbone, moving closer to the corset. He slid his fingers between the valley of her breasts and into the corset, toying with her soft skin, enjoying the feel of her. His teeth moved away from her earlobe and he began to kiss at the side of her head, to her cheek. "My, my, my...aren't you beautiful?" he asked quietly, grinning. Poor thing. He pulled his hands out from her bosom, and moved them to her knees. His hands separated her thighs and began to pull her dress upwards. <br><br>"Let's see what we have here..." he murmured quietly as his eyes ate her up. The metal rings clinked gently as he spread her wide open. The material of the dress was stretched taut, but it was no difficult matter for Azaziel to tug the dress upwards strongly. Her legs were exposed...then her knees...then her thighs. He nuzzled her shoulder, and his teeth suddenly dug into her neck. "Mmmm...you are so beautiful...so deliciously beautiful...." His breath smelled faintly of arousal. He moved forward, careful not to lean on her, and his lips pressed against hers for just a second.<br><br>He pulled away as his hands trailed up her body. "You liked that, didn't you?" he asked with a smile. He kissed her again, just as quickly. "Mmm..." He pulled her dress further up, and his eyes focused on what was being revealed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>duchess85</strong> on <strong>20-03-2014, 22:49:18</strong>
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				The plugs in her ears vibrated with the demon's response but she had no idea what the vibration meant. Had he said yes? Was it Azaziel in the room with her? Her head tilted again, as if she thought that if she could just get close enough to where the vibrations came from that she would be able to actually hear the words. It didn't work of course, but she hadn't truly expected it too either. <br><br>A shiver slid over her skin leaving goosebumps in their wake when his hands slid up her arms, even after his fingers moved all the way her arm it was as if there was a trail of sensation left in it's wake. She could still feel him in every spot he'd touched, it was a heady sensation. His breath danced across her ear and the skin just below it as he moved in close, a soft yelp leaving her lips when the mouth by her ear nipped at the lobe of her ear. Her body was on high alert as the hands touched and roamed over her body. They slid into the corset and her nipples hardened instantly in response, the pink little buds pressing almost painfully into the metal corset and her breath grew heavy. If it wasn't Azaziel touching her she knew she would be in serious trouble, because the way her body felt was much more intense than what she'd encountered with the other demon Vaarat. <br><br>As his lips pressed against her head she tried to move her hands up, to slide them up to the face of the demon kissing her to see if it was indeed Azaziel but her hands barely moved and she let out a groan of frustration. The lips were gone almost as soon as they'd come and the hands were at her knees spreading her open.&nbsp; Her heart rate kicked up once again, he spread her open and moved the dress to expose her. A soft cry a mix of pain and pleasure filled the room as he sunk his teeth into her neck. <br><br>She felt the vibrations in her ear again and it was driving her crazy. He was speaking to her and she desperately wanted to hear those words, was he pleased with her? Did he enjoy her body? Or was belittling her for being human and not as good as any demon mate he could have taken? If she knew she could respond with her mind and not just with her body. <br><br>Her lips felt the pressure of his and responded by pressing back, seeking more from the kiss "Azaziel" she sighed softly, her voice a mere whisper in the room when his lips pulled away.&nbsp; The kiss was replaced by vibrations and then his lips again, this time there was a small whine when his lips pulled away. She was so lost in the feel of him on her lips that she'd barely felt the rustling of him pulling her dress further up, the only indication of being exposed to him was the rush of air she felt between her legs when she'd been exposed to him.&nbsp; <br><br>Dinah's entire body seemed to flush with the knowledge that his eyes were feasting upon here there, her soft pale thighs were parted for him, showing him her soft pink lips, she was mostly bare of hair except a raven tuft that was kept neatly trimmed. Her lips glistened with wetness as her arousal seemed to leak from her body, there was traces of it against the wooden chair and upon her thighs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torterrable</strong> on <strong>21-03-2014, 15:41:46</strong>
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				Her little moans was what drove him on. The way her heart beat faster was encouraging. He kissed and nipped her earlobe again. "Beautiful, my wife. You are simply magnificent." he informed her, knowing that she could not hear. Her lips looked so tasty, and he debated going for another kiss...but no, better to hang her on the rope and let her dangle, than simply give her the support that she wanted. She was not like a demon woman, but that was not a bad thing, sometimes...<br><br>She was completely indecent although fully clothed. The corset did nothing to hide her voluptuous bosom, and her wetness was leaking and on display for anyone who cared to see. The only one who saw, though was Azaziel. He let go of her completely, and for a moment, he did not exist to her. It was exactly how he wanted it, gentle feelings and then a lack thereof. He silently walked to her front, his eyes feasting on the view of her hungry little wet slit. His fingers reached out and slowly stroked the patch of hair, tugging at it as best they could, and teasing her hard. He collected her wetness and removed his hand, pressing her flavor into his tongue. Mmmm....<br><br>Azaziel undid his robe, and his erection revealed itself. The grand pride of his lustful body stood stiffly at attention, the size making it seem more a spear than a cock. Small ridges ran up and down its hungry length, promising great pleasure to the woman who promised herself to it. He made no move to fuck, though; he had self-control. Instead, he moved his erection forward and waved it in front of her, letting her smell rather than see the musk. "Beautiful..." he murmured as he grabbed her chin and pulled it down gently, to open her mouth. He carefully held his erection above her mouth with his other hand, and closed his eyes.<br><br>Three gentle drips of pre fell from the tip of his erection into her waiting mouth, and he let out a low groan. Ah...yes. "I have blessed you with my seed." he murmured with a wry grin. "What do you say?" He did not expect her to respond. Indeed, he had not even expected her to moan his name. His eyes went down to her needy slit, next. "Mmmm..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>duchess85</strong> on <strong>21-03-2014, 21:12:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling the vibrations in her ears, the indicator that he was speaking to her and she could not hear the words was driving her crazy. What was he saying to her? Was he praising her or was he belittling her for being a mere human? The small touches she felt, the nips at her skin and the kisses made her think that perhaps he rather enjoyed her body despite the fact that she wasn't a demoness. <br><br>Suddenly he was gone from her, there was no touch of his hands or lips and she felt... bereft. Her body was aching, straining against the magic holding her in place, she struggled to reach out to make contact with the demon she was sure was her husband. Her body needed him, even though her mind was not at all pleased with these rituals she was being forced through. She couldn't focus on being forced to prove her worth when her body ached so violently for him. <br><br>As quick as his touch had left was as quickly as it had returned, tugging at her neatly trimmed patch of hair above her glistening pussy. A yelp left her throat as she tried to shift away from the pull. Knowing that his attention was now centered there was more than she could handle, the little bit she could move had her hips grinding ever so slightly into the wooden chair that held her. When that was gone she whined softly and bit down on her bottom lip hard. <br><br>Dinah could feel him before her, felt the air ruffle in front of her face as he waved his manhood in front of her. When his hand grabbed her chin her mouth instinctively opened in response as he pulled down. She expected to feel him push into her mouth but she was shocked only to feel the drops of his arousal dripping onto her tongue. She swallowed, and licked out against her bottom lip. Her body was on high alert, waiting, wanting, needing whatever he would do to her.&nbsp; At the moment the haughty princess was no where to be found, and all that was before him was a needy wife.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torterrable</strong> on <strong>21-03-2014, 21:23:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The demon was not merciful to his needy wife, either. She wanted it more than she would ever admit, he could tell, and he was not simply going to take this kind of desperation lightly. For one thing, his intercourse with her, in any way, shape, or form, would have to wait til the next ritual. For now, all he could do was tease, but he could tease to his heart's content. He thrust his hips forward and let a few more drips of musky pre fall onto her lips. The way she drank it down hungrily, the way she acted as if she wanted more, more, more, were very arousing, and he stroked her hair softly.<br><br>"My, my, my..." His eyes focused on her slit as he knelt down in front of her, and he chuckled. He moved his head forward and breathed gently on her sensitive opening, his warm breath caressing her soft, wet pinkness. She smelled so delicious, and it aroused the predator inside him. His breathing grew faster as he pressed his lips against her lower lips, feeling her releases coat his mouth. He let out a low groan into her delicious slit, and his erection grew harder. The scent floated through the air, arousal, his hungry need for his wife.<br><br>Still, he was not to have her just yet. His lips toyed with her labia, pulling at them as he kissed them. He toyed with them as he had with her mouth, biting, nipping, tugging, even. He smiled as he nuzzled the softest spot between her legs, then pulled away, his lips coated with her arousal. He stood, his erection rock hard. He stroked himself once, twice, wondering if he should, perhaps, bless her with his seed. If he had not actually penetrated her, the ritual was not broken.<br><br>He decided to see what would happen. His hands moved to the top edges of her corset, and he gave it a hard yank downwards, a cruel smile on his face. Her breasts bounced out deliciously, and he moved forward to press the dripping tip of his cock into her soft bosom. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>duchess85</strong> on <strong>21-03-2014, 22:20:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dinah was unsure of how she would be able to survive this ritual, what was the test? Would she pass even with her desperation for her husband or perhaps because of it? She felt his seed fall to her lips again and immediately her tongue dashed out to taste him. She flicked out further hoping to catch a taste of his skin, but she had no luck. Her breath rose and fell with her frantic breath, the arousal she felt was out of this world. <br><br>She could feel him between her legs, and she wondered if he would take her while she was unable to move. It struck her that the thought didn't terrify her in the least, she would welcome the release. The wait was almost to much, so when his lips touched against her wet needy slit, she yelped and her hips bucked against the magic holding her and his mouth "Oh god..." she moaned softly as he teased her trembling body. <br><br>The way he tugged and teased her nether lips had her whimpering and whispering pleas for more. She wanted to interact with him, to be one with him as husband and wife should be. She had thought that they would be the night they'd been married in the eyes of the human law, they had not and it was all starting to make a bit more sense to her, even through the haze of desire and need. <br><br>Her body was buzzing so much so the fact that he'd freed her breasts was not lost on her, the cool air made her nipples tighten even more. They were taut, and sensitive. His cock pressed into her and she arched towards him as much as she could. She could feel the length of him and it made her shiver, it made her crazy... he made her crazy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torterrable</strong> on <strong>22-03-2014, 08:28:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her desperation made his erection stiffen, especially as she arched her back in order to press his erection into her chest as best she could. He pulled away slowly as his eyes at her up. He leaned forward to kiss her on the nose, then the cheek, then slowly down to her lips. His lips pulled against hers again, and his fingers teased her slit gently. He kissed again, then again. He collected some of her wetness and wet his cock gently, although he had no intention of actually penetrating her. He listened to her desperate words, and his cock tensed.<br><br>Azaziel's hands moved up to her firm breasts, and squeezed them hard. His hands were musky and slightly wet, and his palms brushed across her hard nipples. He nuzzled his way down her throat and nipped at the sensitive skin of her breasts hard, and he left his mark on her bare skin. His breath came harder as he moved his fingers to her nipples, then tugged them gently.<br><br>Unfortunately for both of them, this was not the time to consummate their marriage. Azaziel let out a hot breath as he pulled away, stroking her hair gently. "Goodbye, Dinah..." he murmured as he moved away, towards the exit as he wrapped the cloak back around himself again. Ah, but the patience he had to have... He hummed a light tune as he left her in the dimly lit room. <br><br>A few minutes later, the obsidian twins returned. They moved to her body and began to untie her. Her earplugs came out, and her blindfold came off. "You have passed."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>duchess85</strong> on <strong>26-03-2014, 23:48:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt his lips trail over her face and wondered at the touch, it was almost affectionate and she thought that couldn't possibly be right. When his lips landed against hers she couldn't resist pressing back, kissing and tasting him as they kissed she could feel him moving against her wetness and she held her breath wondering if he would take her now, put her out of her misery. <br><br>He didn't slide inside of her then and a low whine of exasperation left her lips as his hands began to torture her aching breasts. She thought that her nipples couldn't possibly get harder than they already were until he started tugging on them. Her chest felt tight and her breath was heavy, there was no denying that she was desperately in need. <br><br>As quickly as it all started was as quickly as it had all stopped. One minute he'd been teasing her nipples and the next he was gone, she could feel the cool air over her body. She was exposed and extremely turned on, him being gone definitely was not helping her situation. These rituals were apparently not only going to test her loyalty but her sanity as well because she felt she was going to go insane if she didn't get release soon. <br><br>The minutes ticked by and she squirmed anxiously in the chair before she was untied and her blindfold was removed. She blinked a few times and looked around the room, only the two demons who'd brought her into the room. She prayed they weren't the ones who'd been touching her.&nbsp; Dinah rose from the chair and stumbled forward slightly, her legs felt like wobbly like she could barely stand on them. With somewhat weak, and shaky hands she pulled the bodice of the dress back up over her breasts and smoothed down the rumpled skirt. She could feel the proof of her arrival nearly streaming down her thighs. "Of course I passed" she said, her voice a little breathy as she spoke. "What's next?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torterrable</strong> on <strong>28-03-2014, 16:28:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				They grabbed her by the arms, their stony fingers leaving an impression on her skin. "Next is the act itself." one of them said solemnly. The other one added in kind. "Next, you and the master become connected mates." They told her no more as they marched her on, through another, seemingly identical hallway, towards her goal. <br><br>They stopped before they entered the doorway, and turned around as if to guard it. They opened the door with their backs facing it, and pushed Dinah through strongly. The act that happened in here, the first time it happened, was supposed to be a private affair. The room, again like the rest, was identical in its decorations. Unlike the rest, it had a stronger musk scent, and the reason soon became obvious. Azaziel, Dinah's betrothed, was here, and he was ready to go.<br><br>He sat in a chair much like the one that Dinah had been bound to, except that he was not bound. His legs were spread wide and his proud manhood jutted out from between them, tall, thick, but most importantly, coated with the fluid that he had collected from Dinah just last trial. He smiled at her and gestured at her as the door shut behind her. "My dear Dinah..." he murmured,&nbsp; his voice heavy with longing and lust. "I have waited for you to pass the trials for this..."<br><br>He did not bother to stand as he cocked his head at her. "My dear Dinah...come, now. Let us mate...you want it, do you not?" His voice applied lustful pressure on her as he shifted his legs wide. "Come...have a taste."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>duchess85</strong> on <strong>29-04-2014, 23:43:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dinah stumbled as the demons practically flung her into the next room, she was beginning to think that they wanted to see her fall on her face one of these times. If that was going to happen it would have been now, her body was weak and she was desperate for release. She was unsure how much more she could really take of these trials. The moment she stilled the musk in the room hit her, her knees trembled and threatened to give out on her. Her mind raged at the fact that a man she didn't even particularly like could have this effect on her. <br><br>Everything raging through her mind was brought to a halt when she saw him in the chair, her eyes locked instantly on his cock as it stood proudly on display. She bit down on her bottom lip worrying it back and forth between her teeth, as if she was trying to figure out if it was indeed Azaziel that was with her in the last trial. If she closed her eyes she could feel everything that had happened, and his cock glistened. It could have been pre-cum. But it could also be the wetness that was still at this point building between her legs and trickling down her creamy thighs.<br><br>When he spoke to her it felt as if she were being pulled towards him, when he said "Come" her body moved towards him as if it were beyond her control. She didn't know if that was some power her had, or if she just wanted what he was offering that badly in that moment. Dinah moved to him, standing between his wide spread legs and then slipped down to her keens in front of him. She rested her hands softly on his thighs as she leaned forward. If it were possible to be drunk off just the scent of another being then Dinah was wasted. <br><br>Her tongue flicked against the base of his shaft once, then twice before she slowly licked up the entire length of him. She could taste her own juices on him and her body shuddered in response. Her tongue lavished the head of his cock with attention as her fingers slid up from his thighs to wrap around his shaft. Both hands stroked him fully as she wrapped her lips around the head and moaned softly around him, suckling and pulling him deeper into her mouth. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torterrable</strong> on <strong>30-04-2014, 01:24:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Azaziel was a lust demon and very experienced in the acts of lust. Nevertheless, that did not mean he enjoyed them any less, and especially not when done by a beautiful woman like Dinah. He could tell that he was having a large effect on her. Her eagerness to please and her slight moans, combined with her lustful wetness and musk, made for a very attractive and arousing image. He moved his hand forward to rest on her forehead, and he was content to stroke his fingers through her hair as she bobbed her head up and down, sucking him and tasting his essence.<br><br>However, she was not here to taste his essence. As much as he could have enjoyed her hungry attack forever, he knew that there were more important things to do. He thrust his hips up a little bit, showing his approval for her attempts to stroke him off, and his fingers tightened in her hair. He slowly began to pull her up, guiding her movements with a strong and confident hand. "Good, Dinah. Now, it is time to do more..." His hands slid down from her hair and stroked her pale shoulders, and he gave them a gentle squeeze to relieve any tension before moving further down. His musk came even more heavily as his aroused erection pulsed, and he stared into her eyes, locking her in place with a subtle lustful magic as his hands slid down her body.<br><br>He rubbed down her arms, then moved to her chest. His hands gently stroked her breasts, then lifted up on them, as if measuring them. A delightfully mischievous glint entered his eye as he moved his fingers to her nipples and tweaked them, before sliding down even further, satisfied. She had passed his test, whatever it was. His pace slowed as his hands moved to her hips and pulled her closer, reveling in the feel of her soft skin. He shifted his body up for a kiss, and his mouth pressed against her neck gently. His lips moved further up, up towards her chin as his erection began to press against her slit.<br><br>"Guide me in." he commanded as he nuzzled against her. "You are mine."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>duchess85</strong> on <strong>30-04-2014, 04:19:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her mouth moved eagerly on him, bobbing up and down on his hard thick length. She took pleasure from giving him pleasure, she took each thrust of his hips and took his hard member deeper into her mouth. His hand on her head encouraged her, that was until he began to pull her away. At first panic shot through her, thinking that she wasn't pleasuring him but his words followed and put her at ease.<br><br>When his hands trailed down her body, she arched into them in much the manner a cat arched into a petting hand. Her heart felt like it might beat right out of her chest, a mixture of excitement and anticipation coursed through her. Her nipples hardened at his touch and she wondered at the pleasure that flowed through her at just his touch, would it always be this way with him... did she make him feel the same?<br><br>Her body moved in response to his touch, to his pull. He guided her just the way he wanted her and she had no problem following his guidance. She wanted what was about to happen. When his lips touched her skin she sighed "Azaziel" his name was but a soft whisper. Maybe she didn't have respect from or for her husband just yet. But they had desire, and she could make that work. <br><br>She felt him rubbing between her legs, her wetness flowed over him. Her hips rocked slowly back and forth, rubbing her lips over the head of his cock as he pressed. Her hand reached down and gripped the base of his shaft after he spoke. She pressed down and began to feel him press into her, his head split her lips and sank into the core of her body. Her heat engulfed him and she let out a long, loud, cry of pleasure. This is what she'd been aching for. "Yours" she whispered softly, in the heat of the moment. But if she was his, then he was just as much hers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torterrable</strong> on <strong>30-04-2014, 15:21:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Azaziel felt her lust for him, and it magnified the need that he felt. He fed off of her need, off of her begging emotions, and so when she began to smear her wetness all over his shaft, he moaned. Pre spurted gently from the tip and smeared all over her slit, marking her with his powerfully strong scent. Dinah's vagina felt virginal, pure, fresh, as she had protected it from all the other demons. It had only been touched and massaged by him, and he knew it. He felt her tremble inside as his cock pressed deeply into her, and as soon as he entered, he began to take control. <br><br>His hands lifted her thighs so that her feet did not touch the floor, but rather, rested mainly on his legs. He saw her completely impaled on his erection, and her call of love echoed throughout the room like it might never be lost. His cock was engulfed in heaven, warmly accepted into Dinah's hungry, lustful body. His balls, heavy with the cum he wanted to spurt into her, tapped gently against her butt as his entire erection slid into her. He was thick, massive...and yet a perfect fit for Dinah. His hands rested on her hips, guiding her so that he could take her most precious and sensitive inner places.<br><br>He looked up at her face once, then closed her eyes and leaned back. He could see her perfectly like this, see her lust, her feelings, her desperate need for him. His erection pressed into her, then slowly slid out. He kept the pace teasingly slow at first, his erection pulsing hungrily inside her. He grinned as he leaned up to nuzzle her breasts, his eyes still closed. "Time for the main course to begin, Dinah..." he breathed as his hands tightened on her thighs. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>duchess85</strong> on <strong>30-04-2014, 18:45:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As a virgin Dinah should have been afraid, or maybe intimidated by the size of Azaziel's manhood but after facing off with a lust demon at the end of the first trial and then being sensually tortured by her husband in the second she was too far gone to think about the fact that losing ones virginity was supposed to hurt. She pushed herself down on his shaft but not for long because when it came to sex Azaziel was the master, he was in control - of the situation and of her.<br><br>There were twinges of pain when he pierced through her maidenhead and she felt full, too full as though she might explode any moment. Dinah had experimented with masturbation before so she knew what an orgasm was, and what one felt like. However, what she was feeling now was a million times different than what she'd felt when she'd pushed her fingers inside searching for release. Her entire body trembled with need, her head falling back so that her long raven curls would brush against her demon's knees. <br><br>Her eyes were clenched closed tightly as the pleasure from their mating ravaged her body. Each of his slow strokes had her crying out louder for him, so when he spoke her eyes opened, they were clouded with desire and lust and lost in the pleasure.... if this wasn't the main course, then what was?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torterrable</strong> on <strong>30-04-2014, 22:48:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He could tell that he had sent her to heaven and beyond, and he noticed the way she trembled. She needed him, did she not? That was the point of this whole endeavor. He kissed up her chin, up to her mouth, and his warm tongue pushed between her lips. He shut her yells of pleasure up with his lips, and pressed hard into her as her hair drapes down his body. His hands on her hips give her a gentle squeeze, as if warning her. She already seemed close to losing her mind, and he wanted her to be prepared.<br><br>His hips suddenly began to thrust up as he guided her down, and his cock penetrated her deeply, going deeper with each thrust. He kept his mouth on hers to eat up her lustful shouts and calls, and instead enjoyed the wet sound of their sexes slamming together. His breathing quickened as he put more force into his fucking, loving her, playing with her, using her. "Yes, Dinah, yes...." He pulled his mouth away and let her express her pleasure as he took her. His eyes danced down to where they met, and he breathed gently on her body, using magic to bring about a terrifying sensitivity. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>duchess85</strong> on <strong>01-05-2014, 19:36:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her inner walls seemed to quiver with his every thrust as the pleasure built, she was ready to explode... to let go... and she did just that when he took her mouth, the feel of his tongue invading her mouth as his cock claimed her body had her moaning frantically as her inner walls convulsed around his cock. She coated his hard thick member with her cream.<br><br>There was no time to come down from her orgasm, the only thing she could do was hang on for dear life as his cock began push in deeper. She hadn't even thought that was possible. It was harder and faster, and her hips began to grind hard down into him seeking more, wanting everything he could give her and more. When he end the kiss and freed her mouth, she gasped deeply drinking in the air and then let out a long cry of pleasure.<br><br>She had no idea what happened when he looked down where they were joined but all of her nerves seemed to come alive and her hips thrust down anxiously, seeking relief from the sensitivity... "Azaziel" her eyes flickered to his frantically "I need..." what did she need? her mind didn't even work right now "Pleease" she pleaded as she brought a hand forward and pressed her fingers against her clit rubbing in hopes of easing the pressure building. She was going to cum again... but this was different, this time she felt as if she might literally explode with pleasure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torterrable</strong> on <strong>02-05-2014, 15:29:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Asvald heard her beg, and he leaned back, a satisfied smile on his face. He let her ride him as her sensitivity brought her to her peak, and he reached down to grip her wrist, preventing her from grabbing her clit. He forced her to edge, just a little bit, as he looked up into her eyes. He was prepared to cum too, and he loved to release inside his women at the moment of their climax. It gave him a sense of completion, not to mention upping their chances of becoming totally enslaved to his cum. <br><br>He let her edge for a few more seconds, grabbing her other wrist with the same hand and raising his arm so he held them above her head. Frankly, his hips and one hand were enough to drive his cock into her a few more times. His free hand slid towards her pussy, then went to her clit and rather brutally gave it a hard flick, then another. "You may cum now." he said lightly, closing his eyes. "Cum for me, Dinah. Let it all out for me." he whispered as his hips gave a few bucks into her, trying to drive her off the edge. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>duchess85</strong> on <strong>02-05-2014, 20:14:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dinah nearly screamed her displeasure as he captured her wrist, preventing her from easing the pressure she was feeling. It was pure torture, her body was on the verge of the most explosive orgasm she'd ever experienced and he was torturing her.&nbsp; She bit down on her bottom lip roughly, drawing blood as her body strained to move forward as he held her tightly.<br><br>She moaned, and she screamed and she could have cared less how much noise she was making let the whole damn place hear her.&nbsp; Her inner walls, clenched and convulsed around his hard thick shaft, when his fingers came down on her clit her hips bucked against him. Then... he granted her permission, his words repeated in her mind over and over and when he thrust into her, her body thrashed with her release and she cried his name helplessly as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her body, coating his cock in her juices. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torterrable</strong> on <strong>03-05-2014, 14:22:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anyone who heard her screams might have thought she was losing her mind. Azaziel kept his face calm as he watched her thrash and scream on his cock, and he thrust even as she came, spurting out all her precious juices over his cock. With a quiet grunt, his orgasm arrived as well, and his cock twitched as he began to cum inside her. He kept her hands held high above her head, and sat up a little to move his face closer to his. His mouth pressed against hers as he shut her up and swallowed her pleasurable screams into him.<br><br>His hips bucked up into her as she released, and he allowed some power to flow into her, dragging out the ecstatically powerful pleasure. He closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of satisfaction as he began to come down from his orgasm, his sperm nestled safely inside her body. His eyes opened again to survey her reaction, and he grinned as he finally let go of her arms. "And now, Dinah...we are one." he said quietly as his cock, not seeming to stiffen, twitched inside of her. <br><br>He gave her clit another gentle rub, and kissed her cheek as he moved his hands to her back and attempted to draw her close. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>duchess85</strong> on <strong>03-05-2014, 19:12:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Azaziel released her arms, she simply let them drop to her sides. She felt completely and utterly spent, mentally and physically she had no energy left to fight him when his hands moved to her back and drew her in. Her body moved into his and with a sigh she rested her head on his shoulder, her breath drifted over his skin as she lay there in his arms. <br><br>Her eyes drifted closed for a moment before they shot open again, without lifting her head she asked "Did I pass?" with every trial the obsidian twins would come in and tell her if she passed, but this, it was just him... and she wanted to know if she'd passed his test. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torterrable</strong> on <strong>04-05-2014, 17:25:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Azaziel kissed her forehead gently as he smiled. "Pass? There was no pass or fale here..." he reassured her as he began to stand up, holding her in his arms, her body still impaled on him. "We are bonded now. You are mine...we are at peace. What you do with that...that is your choice." He began to stride towards the door, still holding her. "I think it is time to clean you out."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>duchess85</strong> on <strong>10-05-2014, 20:42:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A low whine fell from her lips as he stood, her body still on his shaft. Her body was so sensitive to every movement, her body sore and used from the trials and the bonding. Dinah didn't know how to respond to his comment that they were at peace, were they? She was still just a human and he was still a demon, his people would never accept her and she would never feel comfortable in his world... however they were one now and she would simply take things as they came. "A bath?" she asked, feeling a tad bit sleepy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torterrable</strong> on <strong>16-05-2014, 00:10:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled and shook his head as he began to move towards the door, allowing her to rest her head on his shoulder. "I think I will have one of my servants such the cum out of you." he stated. "You have my marking...my scent on you. I want to let it...settle a bit before you clean it off." he stated. "Because, my wife, we are going to a party soon, and you are to be the main display. For that, I need to ensure that you are very definitely mine." he stated as he kissed her cheek. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>duchess85</strong> on <strong>18-05-2014, 21:28:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shifting a little she lifted her eyes to him, had he really just said that he would have a servant suck his cum from her body?! But even that wasn't as disturbing as what he'd said afterwards. "What do you mean... the main display? was today not enough?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torterrable</strong> on <strong>27-05-2014, 08:30:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckled. "Today was for me, and only me. Very few others saw you. But, my dear Dinah, you are mine now. Others need to know that. You need to know that." he added with a gentle nip of her ear. "And for that, we need to put you on display. We should get you cleaned up first, however, before parading you naked in front of all those people. Perhaps I might even let you wear a flower in your hair." he decided as he stood up, lifting her with him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>duchess85</strong> on <strong>29-05-2014, 02:53:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why must I be naked before everyone?" the whole idea of it made her cringe "They already believe I'm not good enough to be wed to you, now you're going to parade me before them naked."&nbsp; The softness she'd begun to feel for him began to fade as the afterglow of their passionate love making session ended. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torterrable</strong> on <strong>01-06-2014, 05:44:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nuzzled her as he carried her effortlessly out of the room. "That is precisely why. I must show them that you now belong to me. I must demonstrate my power over you, but also your bravery in their faces." He began to pull out of her as they exited the room, meaning to set her on the ground and let her walk, or crawl, by his side. "You need to be able to face them as you are now, for otherwise, they will treat you worse than they already do."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>duchess85</strong> on <strong>05-06-2014, 23:10:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dinah said nothing as he set her on her feet, she was lucky that her knees did not collapse from under her when she'd been forced to carry herself. He'd left her feeling drained.... satisfied but completely weak and useless. "When is this to happen, I wish to be able to rest before I'm paraded before your people."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torterrable</strong> on <strong>06-06-2014, 02:43:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Azaziel chuckled, shaking his head as he took her by her hand and led her through the hallway to the other door. "If you are too tired it is no matter. I will bind you and leave you as a decorative centerpiece, naked and exposed to all as you sleep." He swung the door open, revealing a large, gilt-covered ballroom, with some demons milling about and more coming in. "The party is starting soon...Dinah, as my wife, I will allow you to chose. Will you be helplessly bound as you rest while all the demons of my command watch you? Or will you be by my side, showing off your...prowess..." Here, his hand went to her shoulder and trailed down her body, his claws dancing lovingly on her. "...while they watch on, wishing you were theirs and they were me?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>duchess85</strong> on <strong>06-06-2014, 04:02:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes took in the full ballroom, her breath was heavy and resigned. There was no way she'd allow herself to be bound before all of the demons in that room. "I doubt any of them will wish to be you... I'm a human remember?" so far every interaction she'd had with other demons left her feeling they thought her not fit to be Azaziel's wife. "However I'm sure every female demon in that room will wish to be..." she looked to him and said "Let's go then."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torterrable</strong> on <strong>12-06-2014, 00:57:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled as he nodded. She knew her place, and she was acting rather less...disobedient than he could have expected. It was pleasant, for him anyways. He patted her back and made her enter the ballroom alongside him. "I am sure you will learn to enjoy it...and even if you do not..." His fingers danced teasingly at her slit. "I am sure we'l find a way."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>duchess85</strong> on <strong>12-06-2014, 01:33:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His fingers slid against her slit and she was mildly embarrassed to realize that she was still soaking wet. There was absolutely no denying the fact that she was attracted to her new husband, even if she hated his world. A soft moan left her lips and she let her hips rock gently on his fingers, how was it even possible that he could make her forget a room full of people with one touch?&nbsp; Her eyes wandered and she noticed a few of the female demons whose eyes had caught her husbands actions. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torterrable</strong> on <strong>12-06-2014, 01:41:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Azaziel ignored them, his focus mainly on Dinah. He grabbed her chin and guided her into a kiss with him, his eyes staring into hers. "Remember who your loyalty and body belong to." he warned gently, mistakenly thinking her eyes had been seeking out other males. He slid his fingers in and out of her. "Spread your legs a little. Show the others how able you are." he teased. "Prove to them you are experienced enough to be my wife...even if you are not."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>duchess85</strong> on <strong>12-06-2014, 01:48:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he grabbed her chin her eyes moved back to his, looking into them full on her eyes blazing at the comment. She'd been nothing but loyal through his trials and her body had only ever belonged to him. Dinah would be sure to give him an earful, that is... when his fingers weren't thrusting into her and building her pleasure before a room full of people, a moan fell from her lips and her legs spread for him. Her head dropped back a little and she couldn't stop her hips from rocking down on his fingers. She might not be experienced but her body seemed to know exactly what it wanted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torterrable</strong> on <strong>12-06-2014, 01:50:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He knew, of course, that allowing her satisfaction would be too easy, and would show too much weakness from her end. He smiled at her teasingly as she stood, almost ridiculously, dripping onto the ground. "Now, now, now...you must earn your reward." he said pointedly, raising an eyebrow at her. "How to you plan to do that, my wife?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>duchess85</strong> on <strong>18-06-2014, 00:01:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A low growl of frustration fell from her lips, she wasn't against working for what she wanted but god his fingers had felt so good when they'd slid inside of her. Her own fingers slid down and wrapped around the length of his cock, she held him firmly... taking possession of his cock like she knew many of the female demons around her would have loved too. She stroked him fully, and turned into him so that the wetness of her pussy could drip onto his shaft getting him wet and making it easier for her to pump his shaft.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torterrable</strong> on <strong>18-06-2014, 02:18:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckled as she turned to him, dripping her wetness onto him so she could pleasure him better. He put his hands on her shouldres and rubbed them gently, cocking his head. "You are doing surprisingly well, Dinah, but I had something more...subservient in mind. Can you guess what it is?" he asked as he leaned forward and kissed her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Wed A Demon {Duchess &amp; Torterrable}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>duchess85</strong> on <strong>19-06-2014, 22:10:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She failed to see how going to her knees before him and servicing him in front of the entire room wasn't a show of weakness. Subservient... how she hated that word... was that all she was now? With a sigh she went to her knees before him, her hand still pumping his hard thick cock, but now she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked him into her warm mouth.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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