The Real Desperate Housewife (SevenxTango)
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				Title: <strong>The Real Desperate Housewife (SevenxTango)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>07-09-2008, 21:26:56</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Real Desperate Housewife (SevenxTango)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tango</strong> on <strong>08-09-2008, 05:17:32</strong>
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				~Sir Shazear was a prince among devils, he had controlled hellish legions in the battles against the angels and had taken a liking to the mortal races, which he viewed as amusing toys and baubles for his own pleasure. But that was well over a thousand years ago, before the cruel, potent prince had been finally outmaneuvered and outmatched on the celestial battle field by the Angelic champion Arambolo. With his minions scattered and his body and will beaten and weakened the wicked prince succumbed to his last hope of life: Surrender, throw himself at the mercy of the angels, for he knew and counted on the fact that mercy was a "weakness" that they were prisoners to.<br><br>Despite his countless crimes the fiendish prince Shazear's life was spared, but he was banished and exiled to a remote plane of mists and fire, supposedly never to return again. He knew he could never expect rescue from his former devilish allies, he had been branded a coward and traitor for having given himself up to the angels, and the devil prince remained imprisoned, and isolated for year upon year within that hellish and empty plane.<br><br>Of course all prisons can be escaped from, though the exit is not always from within - where the devil prince's power had proven to be lacking, a strange cabal of human occultists had found success. Unexpectedly he found others, through mystical means, reaching into his mind; speaking to him, communicating with him; taking advantage of the vast experiences and knowledge he had gleamed through his countless years of existance. Of course the devil answered these questions though he did not have to. His intentions were to make himself invaluable to these foolish humans, for if they could pierce the boundaries of his prison, then they must be able to free him as well.<br><br>Shazear had schemed patiently, acting as an advisor to the small cabal, helping them to gain wealth and influence, knowing that the more they gained the more corrupt they would become, and then he would stop answering their questions all together. He knew that in desperation they would agree to anything he wanted, and his one demand was quite simple: Freedom.<br><br>The group of mystics promised the devil lord his freedom, and they scoured the lands for information to free the devil prince and regain control of their rising powers and fortunes again. At last the tome had been found, freedom was in his grasp - but then all went silent. The cabal no longer contacted him. In frustration and rage the prince lashed out and berated himself for waiting so long to demand freedom. He promised himself that if it were evr in his reach again he would not hesitate to grasp it.<br><br>He knew not how many years went by without any contact, time is a meaningless thing where there is no dawn, no night and no wind save for the infernal gusts given off by the flames. For years he tormented himself and chided himself for the chance wasted... But then, a breeze. A cool, gentle breeze seemingly coming from some other realm. And on the breeze a voice, a soft, feminine voice chanting, speaking those unknown and forbidden words that began weakening the prince's prison even as she spoke them. He sensed freedom and rushed toward the source of that voice...<br><br>Dancing sensually before the lonely housewife was the curling smoke of the candle, and at first she could scarcely tell that the smoke was growing longer and wider and was taking on a lie of its own. The smoke swirls and sways and begins to fill the room until she can smell it, taste it, inhale it... The entirety of the tiny room was filling with the fragrant smoke. The trap door in the floor suddenly slams shut with a loud crashing "BANG!" that fills the tiny room and the candle flame is snuffed out, leaving the housewife alone in the pitch dark of the tiny confines. She hears nothing, but has a sense of being watched, and a heavy scent of brimstone fills the room. It is then that she hears the sound of breathing, deep slow breaths that sound like a bellows taking in and letting out air and finally a whispered voice that seems to come from all around her yet caresses against her ear as the speaker's mouth were pressed against it.<br><br><em>"You have summoned me mortal... How may I serve?"</em><br><br>There was a tone of other-worldly power in that voice and perhaps a touch of something else... Anger? Mockery? It was hard to say for sure.~
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Real Desperate Housewife (SevenxTango)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tango</strong> on <strong>08-09-2008, 05:57:31</strong>
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				~Through her nerves and fright and through the sense that she had imagined all that had happened thus far, the house wife still had that unmistakable feeling that there were eyes upon her and that she was no longer alone. The sinful prince continued to watch her, his eyes seeing just fine in the pitch blackness. He was amused at her reaction,amused at the notion of this rather pretty little human thinking to safe-guard herself from him with a tiny fountain pen... But mostly he paid no attention to her for now, rather he breaths in deeply, readjusting himself to the feel oftaking in air that was not burning with the cinders of fire. It was the breath of freedom - after countless years Shazear had found freedom, and it bothered him not in the least that the one catch to his being free was that he had to tolerate some minimal amount of control by a confused human woman who probably understood very little about the pact she had made when she rescued him with her ritual.<br><br>He was shaken from his thoughts by her words, and hardly a heartbeat after being commanded to show himself the candle flame appeared again, casting a dim glow on the seemingly cramped attic space and showing the woman that which she had brought into the world.<br><br>He was quite large, nearly seven feet in height and a muscular and powerful body that was smooth of any hair save for that on his head. His flesh was a bright, hellish crimson shade and seemed to radiate an unnatural heat from the skin itself. His face was handsome, though cruel with glossy black eyes and long, silken black hair that cascades down to his mid back. Two straight silvery horns rise up from his hairline above his brow, each smooth, straight horn adding a good foot to his height.<br>Most striking and most noticable was the demon's nudity, between powerfulyl muscled thighs a hot, heavy length of relaxed manhood hangs heavily, twin balls the size of lemons dangle freely as well. That crimson colored shaft was large than her husband's already, and it wasn't even hard. The Demon seemed unconcerned with his state of undress as he gazes at her with those cruel, empty black eyes.<br><br><em>"Yes Mistress... As you command, so I obey."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Real Desperate Housewife (SevenxTango)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tango</strong> on <strong>08-09-2008, 23:22:16</strong>
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				~Imaptience roiled within him as he watched the stunned and uncertain human woman. She was pleasing to look at, but he knew she was inept and unschooled in the ways of dealing with a summoned fiend - and of course that meant that the parade of questions would soon begin. It wouldn't be so bad if it were not for the cursed bond that connected him to her for the time being, the knowledge that because she had summoned him he would have to obey her, even grudgingly - and Shazear did not take well to following orders from anyone, let alone a weak mortal.<br><br>Of course this annoyance and frustration did not show outwardly. His face seemed a mask of calm and patience, his dark eyes studying her with a casual glance sliding up and down her body and lingering upon the exposed flesh of her thighs. It had been some time since hehad experienced the pleasures of a woman, which was another reason to begrudge her control over him, it prevent the demon prince from simply claiming her body right here and now. Of course such bonds of control could be twisted and corrupted in time, and he knew her lack of knowledge would work in his favor when that time came.<br><br><em>"Yes. Mistress. I call you Mistress because it is you who have summoned me here and freed me from my eternal prison. As a debt of gratitude and thanks I am bound to serve the one who has set me free."</em><br><br>He takes a step closer to her and she could feel the ripples of heat emenating from his crimson flesh and she could see those powerful thighs whisk against the dangling heaviness of his manhood, causing the large, powerful shaft to jiggle and sway from thigh to thigh momentarily before he pauses only a few feet in front of her and folds his massive arms over his bare chest.<br><br><em>"I await your command. What does my Mistress desire?"</em>
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