Dragon and the Fallen Angel
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				Title: <strong>Dragon and the Fallen Angel </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>02-10-2013, 00:36:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Dragon and the Fallen Angel </span></div><br><strong>Featuring</strong>:<strong> Darius Fallenstar </strong>as <strong>Evravin Sintesil </strong>and&nbsp; <strong> EpikBliss</strong> as <strong> X </strong><br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Setting:</strong> This story is set in a high-fantasy world with an atypical racial makeup. There are three primary supernatural races, called Celestials: Angels, Demons, and Dragons.&nbsp; Angels are beings associated with light and goodness and, in their pure form (on their home plane) have immense powers. The angels are mirrored in darkness and evil by the Demons. Between the two, neutral and implacable, are the former servants of both: the builders of worlds, the fashioners of artifacts and monsters alike – the Dragons.<br><br>The history regarding the relationships between the races is opaque; only those thousands of years old may have a clue. Still, despite that, almost all know that the dragons rebelled against the other Celestials when they fashioned the so-called “mortal realm” where humans would come to dwell. In the mortal realm, the powers of the celestials were greatly diminished; no longer fueled by unlimited access to their home planes, demons learned to feed on tainted souls, while angels sought to win men’s hearts with the ideas of "purity" and "piety." Such petty games were, in truth, designed to give the celestials control and influence over the mortal realm – as souls were, for them, their toehold on the worlds of men, where life is undeniably more interesting than either heaven or hell.&nbsp; For their part, the Dragons, whose power was not so much diminished, but altered, were happy to settle into the background, enjoying their new-found freedom. <br><br>Over thousands of years mortal society evolved - people bred and spread and civilizations arose. People discovered magic, gave birth to monsters and relics of their own. And, often through the aid of a demon or devil, came to achieve great powers; enough to change and reshape the world, should they choose. Only beings so invested, the <em>Nephilim</em>, could threaten to unmake the barriers around the mortal realm and potentially kill the dragons themselves. Thus, when such powers arose, the dragons roused themselves and intervened. <br><br>Such intervention has, so far, been rarely required, but changes are afoot: angels and demons alike are altering the rules of the games, exploring new avenues, and stirring up old powers best left undisturbed.&nbsp; The ancient angelic ruins and demonic vaults stir with whispers of power and malevolent creatures, not quite Nephilim but close enough to bring great terror, arise from …somewhere. <br><br><strong>Erotic Elements:</strong> This story features epic fantasy, the use of magic, and all sorts of tingly spell-binding awesomeness. There’s room for all sorts of artificial erotic elements, including spells of sexual enchantment, should they fit the story. <br><br><strong>Fetishes Explored:</strong> <em> Dragon and the Fallen Angel </em> will explore supernatural erotic themes. Expect no cannibalism, death, mutilation, or play involving scat. Everything else may or may not have its time, depending on what feels appropriate. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon and the Fallen Angel </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>02-10-2013, 00:40:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i945.photobucket.com/albums/ad295/Dariusfallenstar/Male%20Rp%20Characters/tumblr_mlw5j07M2I1s3j7sro1_500_zps7bac8fcd.jpg)</div>Evravin Sintesil sat atop his transformed steed – currently appearing as a massive black horse, though it was not – and surveyed the city before him. It was a magnificent place, that city: Trumviral, heaven of sin and indulgence. With architecture dating back to the first structures on this world, the whole place felt <em>dragontouched</em>; epic spires of obdurate obsidian rose like kings above the rugged, arid plane of the desert that it revolted against, and walls surrounded that, affording limitless protection, even against the religious zealots to the north. <br><br>Though the city was abutted by a desert on one side, the other faced a salty sea whose waters were filtered through ancient magical machinery. Such machinery allowed the den of sin and ill-repute to exist. Here, unlike almost anywhere else in the world, men and angels and demons, and all manner of half-breed and magical mutant could mingle in safety. The only law worth following in Trumviral was the law of strength: if you were strong enough, you walked free. Those too weak or too poor to afford strength, became slaves. Except for the merchants, of course. The merchants kept the drugs and slaves flowing, so they were all but sacrosanct. <br><br>Shifting on the bare back of the animal he rode, Evravin murmured in his language, a rolling, rough tongue that could injure the mortals who happened to overhear it, “Shall we go see if our prey is in this city? A woman who is of both worlds, who can aid us, my Shriver?” The animal’s head bucked once, twice in a nod, and then seemed to paw the ground. <br><br>A few seconds later and the too-graceful animal was passing through the high-vaulted gates of the city, the black armored guard on either side sparing the man not a glance. They’d normally have collected a tax on all newcomers, but one look at Evravin told them otherwise. He was clearly a half-breed, or worse.<br><br>Even mounted, Evravin was a massive man – he could have been pushing eight feet standing – and though muscled to the point of mirroring some sort of picturesque statue, he did not look stiff. There was a litheness to him, an otherworldly grace that eliminated from his alabaster-pale flesh in a palpable aura that was neither good nor evil; neither delighted nor defiled. What Evravin was, what type of being, couldn’t have been guessed at. To most, dragons were beings of legends and none looked mortal. <br><br>Ah, such folly, assuming that one knows all. <br><br>With high, arched, predatory features beneath a mane of flowing white hair and wearing a simple robe of ermine and black that concealed only about half of his distracting physique, Evravin could never have been mistaken as a normal man, and was thus left alone. <br><br>Plodding his horse down the smooth-stoned streets, all the same perfect obsidian as the towers, no one seemed to notice that the footfalls made no sound. What was one more oddity in the world? Angling the animal toward the center of town, to the lofty buildings where the most wealthy gamed and exchanged property – slaves – as part of those games, and where lust was the spice of choice, Evravin found himself wondering what he would find. <br><br>The old crone had been human, and human prophesies were never to be trusted. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>EpikBliss</strong> on <strong>02-10-2013, 19:32:15</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii150/PaintedGreyish/fef3601d-4cb4-49d7-b542-2455f4486263_zpsa9d9f702.jpg) (http://s263.photobucket.com/user/PaintedGreyish/media/fef3601d-4cb4-49d7-b542-2455f4486263_zpsa9d9f702.jpg.html)</div><br>The street was filled to the point of frustration as the auction became heated when the most valuable slaves were put up. Cold grey eyes surveyed the gathered patrons of scattered races as a human female with red hair was placed beside the auctioneer. Bids began ringing out, as they always did for the red heads, and Sarosha had time to take in every customer there to spend money. While most of those gathered were merely spectating there were several customers with real money they wanted to spend. Several of the human men bid against one another for the petite female she had shared a cell with the night before. She genuinely hoped the small woman would gain an owner whom wouldn't abuse her, but in such dark times that was a farfetched hope. The mingled scents of the humans and half-breeds present tickled her nose and Sarosha had to refrain from curling her lip. Bathing wasn't something humans were taken with she supposed and half breeds..well they were different all together. Sarosha stayed away from them as much as she could, afraid they would catch a glimpse of what she truly was. <br><br>Sarosha appeared human, very human with her long raven black hair which brushed her hips even in the thick braid she'd pulled the tresses back into. Her skin was pale, nearly ivory but for the markings given to her by a tribe of half-breeds over a century ago. The ink was soft pastels and the designs were all flowers, or smoke depending how one looked upon them. The markings had been meant to keep her safe from Celestials but had instead caught more attention than Sarosha liked. Until she'd been taken by this slaver and his auctioneer Sarosha had kept the tattoos hidden very well but they made her worth more, apparently and so she'd been placed in a garment which could barely resemble a dress. The flimsy fabric clung to her athletic body, honed from war as much as it was from her hidden passion, dance. Round, firm breasts meant to full a mans hand tipped with rose kissed nipples were barely contained by the band against her chest meant to hold up the faded, ragged blue dress. The material fell over her hips with the skirt ending just above her ankles, at least they'd not forced her into something more revealing. However with beautiful such as Sarosha possessed there was really no need to show more skin. <br>If there was an inhuman feature about Sarosha besides her radiant beauty even covered in dirt and grime, it was her eyes. They changed like any humans with emotion but their grey color was not common. The way her eyes could become molten in moments of passion or stinging blades in times of anger fascinated most of her captors. Sarosha supposed after nearly nine hundred years amongst humanity she should have allies, friends. Instead she was without any connections but those forced upon her, which she couldn't mind so much. <br><br>Unable to wield the true power awarded her race Sarosha was left to the mortals with only a trace of who she once was. Long ago she could have killed a man, any man, with a simple touch. So pure were the Angels that to be amongst them could drive humans insane and to touch them meant death. Beyond that she had borne other abilities. Being an Angel of Obedience Sarosha had been able to gain compliance from any being, man or monster. If she hadn't have given in to a demon, simply for the need to feel darker desires, Sarosha would still be within her Home Plane and wield the same power. Her banishment had changed everything, taking from Sarosha all that she knew. Being a Celestial, even a Fallen one did give her some powers but nothing like she'd grown accustomed to. <br>In this world she held minor healing abilities, a tinge of influence and a kiss of death. Instead of touching a mortal and killing them, her lips carried that power alone. It had aided her in keeping on the move, staying away from Half-breed and Celestials so she'd not be discovered was easier when she could kill any mortal captor with a kiss. Except this slave trader, he was consistent in keeping her under this thumb. Sarosha could tell he knew about her Kiss but instead of outing her he accepted the rumour that he killed customers to regain property and simply continued to sell Sarosha. This sale would make six and judging by the increased number of buyers despite the rumours, Sarosha knew it was time to move on. Having too many people gathered drew unwanted attention from Celestials which Sarosha knew were the only beings capable to sense her for what she was. A Fallen Angel. <br><br>A rough hand shoved her forward and Sarosha was surprised to have been caught up in her own mind she’d missed the last sale. She walked to the center of the wooden slab used to present the slaves being sold and looked for the crowd again. Certainly more half-breeds than the auction before, which meant Sarosha really had no choice. She enjoyed Trumviral very much but was not prepared to be found out. While other races and Celestials were present in the world she’d yet to even hear of a Fallen Angel, which said too much about what an Angel could do to fall. <br>Planning to flea after the sale Sarosha stood still and listen to the auctioneer yell over the crowd. Grey eyes nearly silver with anger, pierced the crowd and caught the eye of one half demon. He bid first and started a war with two humans. <br><br>“The bidding will start at 1000, folks. Do I have-“<br><br>"1000." began the half breed.<br><br>“1025!” called one of the humans, a warrior of some kind she was sure by the array of armour he wore. <br><br>“1050..” said the half demon his orange eyes upon her with a hunger Sarosha didn’t like. <br><br>“2000!” cried the second human, a short round man who licked his lips while looking as her feet. That made Sarosha cringe on the inside but outwardly she simply stood silent and still. <br><br>As the bidding continued Sarosha noted the half demon was very keen on taking her for himself. She felt his hunger all the way to her toes and silently Sarosha cursed herself. This need inside of her, for rough hands and a controlling demeanour angered and aroused her. She’d stayed a slave simply to quell those desires thinking she’d grow tired of belonging to one man or another. <br>She had not and instead grew tired of no man being able to Master her, and yet she’d never allowed herself to be sold to a half demon. Sarosha knew a full demon could take her kiss, take everything from her. A full demon had gotten her banished, but would a half breed be able to with stand her kiss? Sarosha had stayed away from demons of any kind after her banishment, laying very low. Thirty years ago she’d been completely invisible but then gave aid to a group of humans fleeing others of their kind. Since then she’s been in circulation, assumed a half breed with longevity. Trumviral had been her home for a decade or so which was why she felt sadness at having to leave. <br><br>“4500!” yelled the human warrior over the excited crowd. <br><br>“5000” said the half demon in a deep, calm voice. <br><br>“5050..” piped up the short round man, obviously over spending. <br><br>“5200!” the warrior countered his angry blue eues upon the half demon. <br><br>“6000.” The half breed smirked at her the tips of his elongated canines flashing. <br><br>Sarosha began to feel uneasy and shifted from one foot to the other, taking the half breed full attention and getting a toothy grin. Escaping a half breed was a little more tricky than kissing a mortal and running, Sarosha had to think quick knowing the bidding wasn’t going to last much longer. Seeing how the human warrior glared at the half breed she pondered if there’d be room for escape during a buyer battle. <br>Then something changed..everything changed. Fear slammed into Saroshas chest making it difficult to remain still and appear calm. The air was charged with energy but she couldn’t read or pinpoint the source. Grey eyes lightened to a metallic silver as she took in the crowd again looking for any new faces. Though unable to tell which of the three Celestials were near, one was…very near. So near it made gooseflesh rise and hairs on the nape of Sarosha’s neck stand. A Celestial would know her for what she was immediately, there’d be no hiding and to run now would cause a chase Sarosha was sure she’d fail to escape confined in the city as the population was. <br><br>“7000!” the human cried, literal tears almost filling his eyes as he glared at the half breed.<br>&nbsp;<br>“7050..” the half breed was running out of money..Sarosha sincerely hoped one of them won the bid before the Celestial she knew was close could interject. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon and the Fallen Angel </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>04-10-2013, 05:11:22</strong>
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				Evravin and his imperious steed sauntered toward the auction with no indication of anxiousness. Now that he’d found his target, narrowed the being to an auction area near the center of the city’s higher-tier estates, he was in no hurry. Humans were as gnats to him, and most half-breeds were a mere inconvenience; the few who had real power and knew how to wield it would be a danger, but they were few and far between. He sensed none of the imbued Nephilim or the new creatures present, and thus had eyes only for his intended prey.<br><br>Shriver, his mount, idly shoved past an outside ring of the pressing throng – men and more than a few women greedy for their pound of pretty flesh. Sinister lips curled as both man and mount looked about scornfully. Selling people for pleasure – it was disgusting. Not that a dragon would hesitate to claim something for his own, not at all; rather, the claiming was key. Effort and reward were paired. Paying for something felt too much like cheating in his mind.<br><br>Nearing the front of the stage, until he was even with the eager half-breed demon and just a few paces away, Evravin called out in an even tone, his deep voice carrying in a rumble that literally penetrated the very stones of the dragon-built place, “I will slaughter any who claims this girl. She is mine by right of strength and desire, and all who fail to recognize this are free…”<br><br>A snarl barely preceded the too-eager demon’s leap. The half-breed was fast, as fast as a shadow in many ways, despite the fact that it was light outside. Blame the mortal half for protecting the demonic one in that. It came right at Evravin, just past where the periphery of his vision should have been. Yet he saw. A muscular arm awaited the demon’s jump, somehow sliding between the man’s arms and to his throat. Black claws scored at Evravin’s flawless skin, leaving vague traceries of red that immediately faded back to white.<br><br>No effort shone on the man’s implacable face as he squeezed and murmured one of the ancient Words of creation, too low for mortals to hear. The half-breeds who did clenched their heads in pain. White light, the creative power held within his draconic soul, flashed out, weakening the demonic defenses of his foe. And the half-breed’s neck snapped like kindling. Tossing the body aside, Evravin glanced around before finally taking in the girl’s captor – a rather disgusting slob.<br><br>“Mortal man, deliver that girl to me. She is mine now, and I will do with her as I see fit.” His tone spoke volumes; Evravin expected immediate obedience from the man, and no back talk from his new prisoner. Only once the girl’s captor, shaking in fear, began his approach toward the girl, did Evravin think to take her in, to see just what prophesy had sent him….<br>
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				Post by: <strong>EpikBliss</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 06:32:07</strong>
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				Darwin took one look at the new comer and knew he would be trouble, which was proven when the cock half breed attacked him..and was killed. Now he like the others at the auction stood dumbfounded at what they'd just witnessed. Sarosha was one of the few not cowering or wide eyed but she was concerned by what she'd just seen. Out of no where this..man..had demanded her, claiming her publicly and with such authority she saw most of the half breeds flinch. The one bidding upon her had not and he'd paid with his life for his mistake, one the trader Darwin was not about to repeat. <br><br>Darwin turned his frightened blue eyes to Sarosha in apology. "Give her to him."<br><br>Sarosha's head snapped to the right as two of Darwins men strode towards her, intent on removing her bonds and handing her over to the stranger. A man who'd just used what she was certain was energy meant for Creation to destroy and who'd laid such possessive claim to her. Sarosha's eyes shot first to Darwin as the men closed in, both half breeds of some kind, and began removing the chains holding her to the auction platform. As those also restraining her wrists behind her back were being removed her grey eyes, nearly silver met the gaze of Evravin. <br>Sure this stranger was the Celestial she'd sensed Sarosha felt she had no other choice, and became violent. As her last shackle was being unhinged she forced her right arm up shoving the metal into the face of one half breed before dropping to the floor and slipping between his legs. Avoiding the clutching hands of the second half breed she leapt right from the platform to the main deck where a human man attempted to stop her at Darwins shout. His rough hands caught her braid and wrenched her to a stop, Sarosha reached for him her pale hands clutching the mans dirty hair as hard as he had hers. She pulled against her planting her lips firmly to his before pulling away his hold weakening as he began to gasp. As his lips began to darken, his skin joining and decomposing, Sarosa jumped from the main deck into the crowd of frightened and furious people to attempt and use the confusion for an escape. The miserable dress she wore was ripped, nearly falling from her. As a wayward horse slipped by her she ducked to it's side slipping an old cloak from it's back and sweeping it around her shoulders. A woman screamed and four armed men raced past her, one of which was beginning a spell of some kind. Sarosha raced with them keeping up easily and when magic electrified the air to break up what was becoming a riot she raced away. Heading down an alley she slipped between two shops and onto a quieter main road the obsidian boundary in sight. If she could get to the wall of the city and call on her wings..
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				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 07:22:36</strong>
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				“Isn’t she a little hellcat?” Evravin mused aloud to Shriver as the woman fought for her freedom. “Graceful and strong, determined, too.” The apparent horse twiddled his ears back and forth a bit, indicating amusement at the antics before them. When the girl murdered a man with a kiss, Evravin actually clapped his hands together, making a soft sigh of genuine pleasure. Though the Celestial was not about killing, it was within his nature to find beauty in all acts of creativity – and death was but one aspect of creation. At least to him. A miniscule twitch of “muscle” on the horse’s back served as a reminder that Evravin was there for a reason that did not include the appreciation of Celestial ability – no matter how interestingly it was manifested. <br><br>“Alright, go ahead,” Eveavin sighed out between his emotive, though rather thin lips. The animal needed no further prodding. Weaving as sinuously as a cat around the people stomping about, the beast extricated himself and his rider from the group and began circling the buildings. Evravin and Shriver arrived outside the alley just after the girl entered in. Between the two, man and mount, they blocked all visibility from their side of the alley – to or from it. Bystanders behind catcalled and screamed for retribution, but the Celestial ignored them entirely – utterly fixated on his goal.<br><br>“Celestial,” Evravin’s voice rang out, a clarion bell reverberating through the space. “I am here to claim you for aid, not the things these mortals and half-breeds seek. Cease your flight and join me. We have much to do.” Though Evravin found the girl’s physical body attractive, it took more than supple limbs to entice him; though her display of strength was a good start. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>EpikBliss</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 02:10:49</strong>
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				Sarosha ducked into a second alley past the calmer street a block from the auction house and was stopped almost immediately. A shadow a first before looming before her, the stranger whom had decreed she belong to him killing so easily to aid his cause. Her suspicion that the pale skinned male was a Celestial was confirmed by the use of the same energy used in Creation and also the way armed guards from Trumviral seemed to avoid him. How else would he be so quickly upon her? Which Celestial energy surrounding him confused her, like a haze had settled over her own senses not his energy. Using such power so easily could mean he was either ancient Demon or...Draconic. Sarosha had only heard of them, the children of Dragons thought to have began Creation, introducing their own energy into the realms. <br><br>When he spoke Sarosha ceased to breathe and an emotion she couldn't place nearly choked her. It felt like one of her own speaking to her, reminded her instantly of home and yet invoked something deeper, darker within her core. She reined in her reaction, grey eyes alight with suspicion upon Evravin and his steed both something about the..animal didn't feel right to her. Sarosha certainly didn't want any emotion she could feel dissected by the beings before her, least of which ones she didn't yet understand. <br><br>For what seemed like many silent moments she reguarded him and her options while taking in her surroundings. Without many other options left Sarosha decided to put the stranger up to his word. "If you're here to aid then perhaps you'll Aid my escape, hm?" she said softly one dark brow arching. <br><br>A horses whine on the street to her back caught her attention but a second before she was focused one more on the being before her. "I do not know why you'd call me Celestial but if you believe it is so and you're truly here to aid, then we both must leave Trumviral. I've no wish for there to be a need to cut an escape out of the flesh of dwellers here. I can get over the city wall, and meet you where ever you chose. I give you my word..if I'm the Celestial you think me then you'd know I can do naught but keep that word."<br><br>Sarosha tilted her chin just slightly, small hands fisted beneath the long heavy cloak shielding most of her from his view. The wind shifted sweeping stray locks of her dark hair across pale cheeks, carrying his strange distracting scent to her but Sarosha kept her focus; the people in the city. There were many people within Trumviral whom had been more than helpful to a deceptive stranger life herself. The Fallen Angel felt no desire to see anyone harmed who would simply have been in the wrong place during an open escape attempt. Sarosha was sure no one would have the stranger for his misdeed but she'd killed six well known merchant and wealthy men within the last year alone. Not to mention the rumours flying around about her or those with vengeance or lust in their minds. She simply needed to reach the wall, or escape without causing further damage then that which she was already responsible for. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon and the Fallen Angel </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 05:33:59</strong>
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				Evravin snorted at the girl’s words, a brusque and indelicate sound that didn’t quite fit his features. His house mirrored his sentiment with a snort and pawing step of its own. “Climb a wall? Don’t be silly. Come here. There’s plenty of room on Shriver for you.” Now that he’d found her, Evravin had no intent to let the girl go. She was key to his mission and fundamental for his plans. Without her, the Scourge would grow and threaten everything he and his people had worked for. <br><br>Behind, there came a rustling of motion – many booted feet on the pavement. Turning, a motion far too fluid, too lithe and flexible, he literally looked behind as his horse kept two eyes on her. “Ah, yes. Guards. Armed with magical gear. This will be rather…inconvenient.” Rolling his gaze back to the girl, Evravin extended a big, calloused hand in her direction. “Well, hurry over. I don’t intend to have Seeking Arrows sticking out of either my back, or my horse – or your – ass before the day ends.” <br><br>Shriver rolled his big chocolate-black eyes and glanced up at Evravin. This time, when he snorted it was with a lick of black fire. Indignation showed in the creature’s steps, each of which now left claw marks in the paved streets, despite being dragon-constructed. Steam rose from the indentations as the impatient animal seemed to grow ever-annoyed, and the creature began backing out of the alley, possibly intent on proving that it was not, in fact, a horse. <br><br>“Ah, fucking shit,” Evravin cursed, using the common tongue. “Hurry up girl. He’s going to vent, and we need to be gone before he does.” Shriver venting was not a pretty sight, not one little bit. <br><br>The group of armed and armored soldiers who rounded the corner a second later were covered in overlapping steel plates, each etched with an inordinate amount of arcane lettering, their various spears, crossbows, and swords, equally marked. They glowed with a false light, a symbol of their sheer violent potential. In Trumviral the guard were only called out for extreme reasons, when the worst offenders began taking lives indiscriminately, as had been the case that day. No doubt several in the squad of 21 could cast spells, which would make them highly capable at destruction and containment. <br><br>Basically, the excrement was about to hit the rotary oscillator. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon and the Fallen Angel </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpikBliss</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 17:58:55</strong>
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				Sarosha frowned her grey eyes shadowed as she became suddenly unsure if the man before her was truly a celestial, assuming she'd have to -climb- the wall. The air was charged and the effect it had upon Sarosha worried her and the current state she was in. Getting close to such a powerful male may not be the best idea with how her body reacted simply to the essence of him. She was left with little option though as footfalls sounded at her back as well as the strangers. <br><br>"As you wish.." she muttered.<br><br>The...horses..reaction set her on edge, Sarosha didn't like feel as if she couldn't trust her instincts but if she wanted to live she presumed going with the strange, powerful man was one of very few options awarded her. Brushing her raven hair back from her face Sarosha rushed to the steed and ignored any offer of assistance. Sarosha lifted herself using whatever anchor she had and mounted the...animal, her pale thighs tightening against the..horse's side. The texture of the animal was strange, not unlike a normal horse and yet there was something different. The stranger had spoken of venting, but there was only one type of creature she knew which vented. Dragons were involved and that alone had Sarosha unwilling to think further on the matter. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon and the Fallen Angel </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 20:00:51</strong>
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				As soon as the girl landed atop Shriver’s back, the animal bucked and turned, back practically folding in half as it maneuvered in a fashion that no real horse could have dreamed of. Now facing the inclement troops, the horse lifted one imperious hoof, the edges of which seemed to leave streamers of not-light in the air, and brought it down with a thud. Instantly, cries and shouts of defense, of magical wards, went up among the men as they recognized the not entirely uncommon threat of a supernatural assault. Wheels of power and sigils of defense against all manner of savage attack flared in the air and invisibly until the area around the 21 was utterly still and as desolate as the moon.<br><br>Yet their effort was of no avail. <br><br>High above, like a turgid storm cloud, Shriver’s attack manifested – something from nothing, the veil of sludge appeared above the men’s wards, above their defenses and simply fell upon them like a wet, cludgy, cloying blanket of foul-smelling…something. This was no typical attack, no assault to kill or harm or really do much of anything, but it had the desired effect. Cries went up, astonished shouts and roars of anger, followed by a unanimous sniffling pause and then…<br><br>“Shit! It’s shit! We’re covered in shit!” “And piss!” said another, equally taken aback. “We’re covered in vileness!” <br><br>Shriver, tilting his long neck back to look the newcomer in her beautiful face, gave her a sardonically amused look, winked once, and then trotted off around the baffled, disgusted guards, practically prancing in his glee. A few seconds later, after they’d turned a few corners, a shout of triumph rang out behind them.<br><br>“You had to know they’d have some cleaning or water spells among them,” Evravin murmured in a murmur of Celestial, voice low enough that his new companion could discern the flow of the liquid words. “That just pissed them off. Now they’ll hunt us all the way through the fucking city.”<br>Shriver, ever wise, bobbed his head and picked up the pace.<br><br>Turning back to look at the girl, so near, and quite captivating, Evravin murmured, “Have you ever experienced such a thing in your life? He could have simply flown over the wall, or sent a rolling fireball to decimate those upstarts. And what does he do instead? He vents on them. What a disgusting creature!”<br><br>Still trotting through the streets, Shriver whinnied in indignation, followed by a ribald horsey whinny-laugh of such strength that it shook the animal’s ribs and sent shock waves of warmth up through his riders. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon and the Fallen Angel </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpikBliss</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 20:27:13</strong>
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				The way the animal moved confirmed that it was indeed no horse, followed by the venting which only served to make Sarosha shiver. If she'd been in the path of such a...venting..Sarosha had to cease the thought as the small alone assaulted her and rolled her tummy. The exclamations from those whom had attempted to block their escape were as colorful as they were now black, covered in excrement and urine. The animal trotted, almost with glee at what he'd done and Sarosha had to hide a small smile when he turned that large head and..winked at her? Sarosha's smile was bright the effect reaching her eyes and turning cold grey into silver laughter. <br><br>Sarosha listened to Evravin reprimand his steed and couldn't manage to get her blasted smile to fall. Instead she was caught with the amused expression when the man intent on giving her 'aid' turned to speak directly to her. Sarosha shook her head eyes dancing with mirth. "Perhaps your steed simply saw an opportunity to hit the Guard with the shit they're always tossing at others. I wouldn't call that disgusting.."<br><br>Saroshas hand smoothed over Shriver's side and patted softly. "I would call it hilarious." The steed..laughed? Sarosha wasn't sure but she could deffinately sense mirth from the steed. The quick pace with which he moved through the streets had Sarosha's brow raised. "Though perhaps the guards didn't find it as entertaining. You're not planning on going for the main gate are you? There's bound to be dozens stationed there..I doubt..would hope..that your steed does not have that much more to vent, sir.."<br><br>Her words ended on a soft laugh and she found herself...calm, unafraid when she supposed she certainly should be. Sarosha had seen this strange kill a man using the power of Creation and she knew his steed was no horse. Beyond that she knew he was a Celestial, confirmed when he'd murmured to his steed, and that he most likely had the ability to end her life. What was more, he had said he needed her assistance but also that he was there to give aid. Overall Sarosha was confused, interested, cautious and at that very moment, severely amused. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon and the Fallen Angel </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 01:54:35</strong>
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				“Ahem, well,” Evravin began, “Shriver can’t precisely burrow our way out. There is that one thing he can do…” the Celestial trailed off as the horse began whipping his head to-and-fro in a clear display of denial and displeasure.<br><br>“Oh, come on old chum. There’s no harm in allowing the she-angel to see it. You don’t need to be embarrassed about a little finicky history,” Evravin soothed, practically cooing to the beast, not with much success. <br><br>The discussion had slowed them down a bit and, without warning, a head and torso leaned out of an alley near them, firing off a shot from a crossbow. The bolt it fired gleamed with runes and magical power as it shot through the air at the source of the soldier’s ire: the horse. Shriver reared and bucked, though not as much as one might expect and Evravin reached back to hold his new companion in place, even as he squeezed with his powerful pillar-like thighs. The horse came down and, rather than turn to attack, shot off through the maze of houses and corridors far faster than it had seemed capable of only moments before. <br><br>It ran, mane flowing, galloping, nay – sprinting – toward one of the walls. As it ran, the bolt in its hindquarters abruptly blossomed with light and seemed to disintegrate into a puff of blue energy that sank into the horse’s flesh. A close inspection would show that the horse had seemingly absorbed the innate magic of the enchanted arrow to heal himself. <br><br>Not a minute into his getaway, Shriver brought them to a high wall, unguarded but tall – easily forty feet from the ground to the crenelated edge. Hesitating just long enough to give Evravin reproaching glare, the horse shook his legs out and, astonishingly, at the end of each limb there blossomed not hooves, but tentacular suctioncups! Like some sort of half-squid, the creature leapt at the wall and…stuck! The sticking action made quite a lewd sound, rather like flatulence, yet with his new limbs, Shriver climbed up the wall in record time, just like a gecko. By the time the soldiers caught sight of them – Evravin still holding his “captive” in place lest she loose balance, they were already on top of the wall.<br><br>Arrows flew, but too late. They were going down the opposite side and toward freedom! Freedom and the huge, seemingly endless, desert that surrounded the town of sin.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon and the Fallen Angel </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpikBliss</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 18:02:56</strong>
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				Sarosha's interest peaked when Evravin mentioned there were 'things' Shriver could do and the steed showed obvious displeasure. The way Evravin tried to coo his mount had her smiling again until suddenly they were attacked. Sarosha winced when the mount was struck and wanted desperately to help him but had no chance to even voice her thought. Shriver shot off and Sarosha was forced to embrace Evravin her arms tightening around his abdomen. Even through her cloak and his covering she could feel his body warmth. It made her all at once feel at home, that warmth one she hadn't felt since banishment. Saroshas body was cool to the touch and inside she froze more often than not. Yet with this strange and powerful man she felt warmth she'd missed for over five hundred years. <br>There was no time for Sarosha to bask in that warmth though as magical energy flared around them and she saw a horses hooves become suction cups! Sarosha clung easily to Evravin her body molded against his back while her thighs clung to the steed as they began a hasty climb. Reaching the top of the wall Sarosha chanced a glance to their back and saw five magically charged arrows heading straight for them. Sarosha was prepared to call her wings and protect the trio but Shriver simply continued on down the other side of the wall. The magic she'd been calling soothed away and as the steed reached the bottom of the high city wall the desert greeted her eyes. It had been too long since she'd left Trumviral and Sarosha wished she'd had time to grabs at least a few supplies. <br><br>Though she had no need to eat food but for every few weeks, Sarosha did have to be amongst humanity or a Draconic to sustain herself without it. A Draconic simply because Angels wouldn't be able to see her and Demons she avoided at all costs. The energy surrounding humanity is influenced by Celestials, and her kind always seemed to bring out their most pure intent. A Draconic was simply part of Creation and their energy was pure in whatever form they held. Where as Angels were purity incarnate and Demons purity derived from the pure intent to cause chaos. Pure energy would keep Sarosha strong and her mind sharp when she was without other means of sustenance. Still, having water would have been good when trapped in the desert with a powerful stranger and his mysterious not-a-horse steed. <br><br>Sarosha pulled her hair back out of her face threading her fingers through the raven tresses to give her do some sort of order. As the steed Shriver arrived at the ground Sarosha would be no doubt amazed again by the transformation from suction cups to hooves. Shaking her head slowly she peer at the back of her strangers head. "Forgive my direct nature, but who and what are you? Your steed is certainly no horse and you are certainly no Mortal."<br><br>Sarosha didn't add that it was his smell alone that could give him away, no human smelled that good or that powerful. Nor did they handle themselves in a manner only kings and gods could wield yet he did thus so easily if made Sarosha tingle in secret places. As the sun engulfed the trio Sarosha sighed and looked upon it the light making her grey eyes a pale silver, how she wished she could feel the warmth of such light. Frowning suddenly she whipped her hair back from her face and pleated it once more into a thick braid starring now at Evravins back wishing just a little that she had a reason to embrace him again. His warmth she could feel and if she could bask within the sunlight Sarosha knew it'd bring her a peace she'd long craved. <br><br>"I am Sarosha..." she bit her tongue not to tell finish 'Fallen Angel of Obedience' and simply cleared her throat. Yeah water would have been rather nice, at least as a distraction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon and the Fallen Angel </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 03:14:53</strong>
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				Shriver seemed rather unhappy about the turn of events, and his gait changed from something fluid to a bumpy, pain-inducing wallop until Evravin dismounted the irate creature. Murmuring softly to himself, Evravin said, “He hates transformations like that. Anything from under the waves tends to make him madder than hell. I’ve tried explaining that there are other creatures with tentacles, but he refuses to listen.”<br><br>Shrugging amiably, Evravin got his bearings, looking around – and back at the still too close city gate. Pursuit was unlikely, but possible, and he’d rather not waste his time on pesky mortals, particularly those with enough magic to make Shriver transform into something distasteful. As he surveyed, Evravin replied, his sonorous voice still filling the space around them, as though they were in a long hall and not an open, sweltering, desert. “My name is Evravin. The horse is Shriver. We are….Celestials. You may consider us both Draconic, though I’ll let Shriver answer for himself, if he ever feels inclined to talk.”<br><br>The horse just shook his head and snorted angrily.<br><br>Gesturing for Sarosha to begin walking beside him, Evravin pointed to the distance. “Thirty miles, about five hours good walk for most Celestials, and we’ll come to an oasis. There will be water and shade, if you need it. Food too, if you are into that sort of thing.” Some Celestials delighted in physical acts of all sorts, necessary for life or not. Technically, even sex was an indulgence for their kind. <br><br>As he moved, now at a ground-devouring pace that appeared to ignore the shifting desert below their feet, Evravin continued. “I need a Celestial. Someone who is Angelic but not pure. The prophet told me I’d find that Angel here. When I entered the city, I immediately sensed your presence.” Pausing, turning over his shoulder to look the fallen angel in the eyes, the towering man asked, “What is your price to help me save the mortal realm from destruction, being of light and darkness?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon and the Fallen Angel </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpikBliss</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 04:11:09</strong>
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				Sarosha was quick to dismount as Evravin did unwilling to anger such a being as the mount..Shriver. Sarosha watched the Draconic as he spoke and had to smile at how his voice filled the air. When he spoke about Shriver being able to answer she took in the mounts obvious distaste. Perhaps one day she'd hear such a being speak but for now she was keen on knowing more about Evravin and how he needed her. That he was Draconic shouldn't have mattered but she knew so little about them and had always wondered..aiding him meant they would spend time in one anothers company. Surely in the time spent Sarosha could learn more about a species of Celestial few had any adequate experience with. <br>The sun didn't effect her nearly as his moving away did and Sarosha was quick to try and keep up with Evravin just to feel warm again. As they walked, her perhaps less gracefully then he, she listened to his melodic voice and wondered again at how her body reacted. For as powerful as she could feel he was he had only shown one streak of being the dominant force which typicaly made her body tighten and burn as it was. When Evravin had arrived at the auction his demand and curled her toes and nearly made her smile as much as it worried her. While a being used to having orders followed Sarosha could not feel any of that dark nature she'd heard in his first demands. Still he made her tingle and experience sensations denied Sarosha since her banishment. <br><br>Sarosha stopped suddenly as he asked if her a price for her help and only one wish came to mind. Even if she could not return home, Sarosha still longed for one as simple as that and yet so complex. A Home where she could be what she truly was and know only appreciation for it. Sarosha had always been different, right from creation having been drawn to the dark, sensual side of humanity which had led her further into the seduction of a demon. The sex, her first and last time, had been demanding, rewarding, painful yet beyond pleasurable. Had it been worth her banishment or Raals death? No, yet it had shown Sarosha the side of herself she'd denied for thousands of years. To have a Home where she could unleash the erotic darkness inside of her was Sarosha's only wish. How could a Celestial, even a Draconic pay such an impossible price? No one wanted an Angel to be Bad and yet she could think of nothing other and pursed her lips upon a sigh before answering. <br><br>"I want very much to know what destruction could befall the Mortal Realm with the Dragons watching. However..If I could ask any price, Evravin, it would be to have a Home." she finished with a casual shrug before slipping past him as she removed her heavy cloak to allow the sun Sarosha could not feel to bath her ivory skin in golden light. As she draped the cloak over her left arm and came upon Shriver she ran her hand gently over his thick, powerful neck massaging softly. "It is nice to meet you, Shriver..you're an amazing creature." she added with a smile while turning her face up to the sun, it's light heightening the appearance of the blue ink whisking over the exposed skin of her shoulders and arms. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon and the Fallen Angel </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 02:42:07</strong>
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				“A home? A proper one, and not just a dwelling?” Evravin mused softly, contemplating her words, weighing the sentiment and sense behind them as they walked. “We, my kind, were once the Builders and Architects of the visions of the other Celestials. Once, we could build such things, true Homes. We crafted this world with the idea that it would become the last Home. A retreat for all who did not fall in line with the dark or the light.” He paused then, turning to look at the girl over his shoulder, his towering physique looming over hers, “I would need to know more about you. But I suspect we might be able to find something for you here, without crafting a whole new place.”<br><br>Reaching out, the all too pale man placed a hand big enough to wrap around most of the girl’s waste on her shoulder. His fingertips practically reached the bottom of her trapezius. Squeezing gently, then more firmly, he tugged her closer. “I sense many things from you, Celestial,” he said in a deep whisper that blossomed through the girl’s vulnerable physique. “Tell me, what makes you unique? What makes you stand between the light and the dark? A tool to stop the apocalypse of the Nephilim?” Neither angel nor demon would have done. No dragon and no human, elf, or dwarf – no one had the power, or whatever it took, to answer the prophet’s warnings. Though she’d been mortal, and quite insane, Evravin had known better than to ignore the words she’d given her life for. <br><br>A life-sacrifice was sacrosanct. <br><br>All of which meant that this strange being, whose body radiated such need as the dragon had not encountered in the length of a lifetime, held the key. One he would need to understand long before their first confrontation. <br><br>Slitted, now golden, eyes prized into the girl, demanding answers, only to relent with some evident reluctance. He released the girl’s shoulder and pulled her briefly, allowing his warmth to enfold her as they continued along at their steady clip. Shriver, for his part, seemed utterly unaffected by the heat despite his black mane and massive stature. In fact, the animal wasn’t even sweating. If the majestic horse was curious about the exchange between the two, it did not show it. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon and the Fallen Angel </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpikBliss</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 05:47:40</strong>
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				Sarosha walked along side Shriver more curious than she cared to admit and took note how like her he was unaffected by the heat. She wondered if he was as cold within as she but couldn't ponder the thought as Evravin spoke. Sarosha turned her head raven braid slipping from her right shoulder to swing gently, reaching her hips. Grey eyes took Evravin in and she found herself once again struck by the raw masculine beauty of him, able to fully appreciate a body sculpted by what, she could only guess. Saroshas tongue slid along her bottom lip before ducking back into her mouth leaving her dusty rose lips curved in a lovers bow glistening when she smiled at the Draconic. So he was keen on the idea of putting up the price she'd asked which intrigued Sarosha more than anything. An Angel could have accepted no price for the aid given when asked by a fellow Celestial when the intention was pure. However Sarosha's fallen status, while forbidding her to be home and hold any real power, allowed her freedoms denied others created as she had been. She was sure Evravin knew this and should have seen his next movement coming. <br><br>Bathing within sunlight yet frozen she continued walking between two creatures she didn't know a thing about, yet she wanted to be close to Evravin. To Shriver even, though she was far more keen on getting closer to Evravin. As if he'd sensed her thoughts amongst the many things he confirmed he could feel from her Evravins hands was upon her shoulder. Instantly she was jolted with warmth and the intensity of it accompanied with the golden glow of the sun parted her lips first in a gasp before they closed upon the smallest smile. Sarosha felt it again, the feeling she doubted Evravin would be able to provide her with permanently as her price. Grey eyes closed and her head tilted back exposing the long graceful collum of her throat simply soaking in the warmth of Evraivn. <br>Sarosha heard him speak and the corners of her mouth tilted up as her grey eyes met his, silver where his was gold. Stray raven layers casting shadows over her face as strands danced absently in the wind while they walked. That smile fell when he removed his large hand from her shoulder, the texture of his calloused hand welcome upon her soft skin a pale shade yet nearly golden to his own complexion. Sarosha shrugged the shoulder he'd just released as she went to respond brushing her cheek against the tingling area. Before she could speak she was pulled closer to Evravin, catching her footing in the lose sand simply because of her nature as a dancer. In the art of dance and swordsmandship she'd learned over centuries keeping her balance in nearly any performance or battle had been nearly perfected. Keeping pace with Evraive she frowned, dark brows pulling together as her brow furrowed just slightly. Grey eyes flashed at the Draconic before returning to the open desert before them. <br><br>"I know nothing of this apocalypse nor this Nephilim. You know I am a Celestial.." Sarosha did not want to discuss her Fall to the Mortal Realm with him, not even she seemed so proud. She'd never told anyone and yet she sensed within herself a struggle, she wanted to tell this complete stranger, a mysterious Draconic no doubt, her Disgrace. "..and you Did answer my questions."<br><br>Walking so close to him gave her only a measure of the warmth his touch ignited within her and his scent, all power and Creation mixed with a personal musk mad her mouth water. Sarosha could feel her body responding, the apex of her thighs becoming damp as her grey eyes roamed Evravins physique in her absent pause. Lost as she was Sarosha wouldn't have taken in Shrivers reaction to anything she did or said. Sarosha shook her head and took hold of the tip of her long braid toying with it to avoid clenching her fists. "But I am afraid I am not able to tell you why, as you say, I'm between Darkness and the Light."<br><br>Sarosha tried not looking at him but felt compelled to do just that and met his eyes with a pained expression.<br><br>"I will..but not now.." she looked down at her fiddling hands and fell silent as they continued walking. She'd keep her word and tell him but she was not ready for this Celestial's golden eyes to fill with disgust looking upon her when she told him of the disgrace which led to her banishment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon and the Fallen Angel </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 12:15:06</strong>
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				They came to the oasis as Evravin had suggested, about five hours later. Looking behind, there were no traces of challenge or pursuit, though that meant little; with magic and hunters of many kinds at their disposal, the ruling greats of Trumviral could very well have opted for a cadre of assassins, rather than a cavalcade of camel-mounted warriors. <br><br>It was still hot, but the sun was moving past its apex and the oasis stood out, stark against the desert. A few palm trees rustled in a cirrus and the watery pool between them was a muddy mess, with signs of frequent use. Several small fish bobbed to the top of the scummy pool, bellies pale and face up. Thirty miles was a day’s travel for most people in the desert, a good day at that. This would be the most-used oasis in the area. But it was unlikely that anyone would have allowed the water to be soul fouled. <br><br>Glancing over at Shriver, Evravin gestured at their resting place, seeming to indicate its poor state. “Care to show the lady that you are a gentleman?” Evravin murmured, voice blithe. <br><br>Shriver rolled his horsey shoulders and moved ahead of the trio, touching one hoof to the grass ringing the oasis. A chime of power poured from the contact, the light of focused Creation, mixed with something else, mixed with something new and intangible and….&nbsp; As soon as the sense came, it passed. In its wake, a new breeze stirred through the oasis, touching the trees and water. Dirty sand, used as latrines by hundreds of people grew stark white and pure, as did the muddy water. It seemed deep and dark and mysterious and cold now, not shallow and foul. Then the trees blossomed and dates, big and heavy, came to full berth upon their limbs. <br><br>Glancing over at Evravin, Shriver pranced forward on now emerald grass and took a delicate sip of the water, then turned to bob his head at both Evravin and Sarosha.<br><br>“Ah. It was poisoned,” Evravin mused aloud. “He says that a spellcaster’s magic reached this place not long before we arrived.” Moving into the oasis, Evravin absently reached up, the giant of a man having no issues grabbing a date from the renewed tree, and pulled a handful down. Tossing one back toward Sarosha, he put another between his lips and bit down, suckling the seed out and deftly spitting it onto the dunes ringing the place.<br><br>“Hrm. Sweet. Good job, Shriver,” the Draconic said. Shriver ignored the comment.<br><br>“We’ll need to deal with the people who arrive to kill us tonight, “ Evravin said nonchalantly. “In the meantime, we need to address one of your needs.” He gestured to the pool of water, “Let’s bathe, shall we?”<br><br>Shriver, eyes rolling, snickered and ambled off, walking just out of sight to do whatever the creature was inclined to do.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon and the Fallen Angel </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpikBliss</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 17:23:47</strong>
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				Sarosha was a little confused by the silence hoping that being unwilling to divulge her past hadn't put off Evravin. As they walked she felt the cold again return and she had pulled her cloak back around her shoulders in the sweltering heat of the desert. For hours she walked arms wound around her middle and when they came upon the oasis she could only sigh. The state of it was hardly anything to be excited about and the smell of the water was as foul as its appearance. Evravin bid Shriver to be a gentleman and the steed had walked forward tossing his big black head. When his hoof came down Sarosha gasped with the power which surrounded them astonished again to feel the power of Creation so strongly. Just as quickly as the feeling had come it was gone and Sarosha blinked wide eyed as she saw the oasis change right before her eyes. The foul water now looking more inviting then the warmest basin. <br><br>"Impressive..." she said quietly as they entered the oasis. When Evravin plucked dates from a tree and tossed her one she caught it and simply placed it down for Shriver should he need food, as she did not. Yet Sarosha felt a hunger broiling inside of her it just wasn't one for food. Evravin seemed so calm and held himself with such strength it made Sarosha wonder if he was as calm between silken thighs as he appeared now. When he mentioned a bath she felt her body tighten and wanted to refuse..but the water looked so inviting. Shrugging one shoulder Sarosha untied the cloak she wore and allowed it to fall to the ground. "I do not see how I could pass up such a bliss within a hellish dessert. <br><br>Unashamed of her body Sarosha simply lifted her miserable excuse of a dress by the hem and pulled it over her head. The trees of the oasis danced in the wind and cast shadows over her ivory skin, the cold inside of her hardening the rosy nipples tipping breasts barely large enough to fill a mans hand. Well at least a man such as Evravins hand, it had been so large upon her shoulder. Thinking of the feeling which assaulted Sarosha when they touched caused her to shiver more from arousal than cold. As a Celestial she was more than capable of ignoring her growing attraction to Evravin and how he made her body react yet she found herself struggling to hide anything from the Draconic. "It'll be nice to relax before the apparent battle we'll face within the night."<br><br>Sarosha stepped from the pool of her clothing and walked towards the water, the sway of her hips a natural one, sunlight caressing her pale skin. Long legs reached the pool in only a few steps and when her toes encountered the water she closed her eyes with a blissful sigh before beginning to wade in slowly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon and the Fallen Angel </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 05:47:24</strong>
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				Evravin watched as the Celestial disrobed, no embarrassment showing on his implacable mien. After a few moment of simply studying her swaying step and the slope of her back, Evravin shrugged and reached down, flipping open the flap of his wide belt. The enchanted tooling on the leather – all golds and silvers – sparkled with embossed gemstones as he tugged it open but not free. The ties of his pants followed a moment later, the process of unlacing as graceful, as meticulous as one might expect witnessing someone play a fine instrument – fluid strokes, fingers pumping as they wove and unwove the strands until, at last, there was no tension in the cloth. <br><br>And then the Draconic was naked as well, his pants pooling at his feet. <br><br>Unclothed, the Draconic did not look like a man. Not a normal man. Instead, he looked like one might expect a man to look if some Great Power had decided to appear mortal. If one of the creative energies of the world had gained sentience and decided to mirror the mortals it had once crafted for, it would have looked like this. An exaggeration, yet captivating beyond words. Evravin was not a thing of beauty, not in the sense of Sarosha, not in the sense of Elven Men or even some of the fortunate human males.<br><br>Evravin was an Adonis built on the scale of ancient statues of gods. The eight-foot tall man’s musculature fit together in smooth insertions, wave-like and interesting to behold: he had a fluid brutality to his bearing that had everything to do with the combination of raw mass and taut tendons that were in not-quite stark relief on his porcelain-fleshed physique. Unlike some of the modern warriors who utilized magic to maximize their muscularity, Evravin managed to be huge, strong, built like a stone wall, without being grotesque or overdone: he was built on an ancient, heroic scale. <br><br>Unbound and unlimbered, Evravin flowed from one step to another, walking forward after Sarosha with a leisure that gave her time turn to view him, as he had viewed her. Walking, the overlapping panes of his abdomen played across one another above the smooth plate of his hairless manhood. It was…proportional. He moved with it, it moved with him, that effortless confidence radiating both from his chest and between his thighs like double pendulums, giving him a walk not entirely unlike that of a woman – though his pelvis was forward, his broad chest out, tiny pink nipples pert. <br><br>White hair fluttering across his cheeks, the giant maneuvered down into the water, joining his new companion, slitted eyes never leaving her. Her scent, her desire, her needs – they called to him. And he would, eventually, owe her. <br><br>It would not do to turn down mutual attraction when there was still time before the storm. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon and the Fallen Angel </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpikBliss</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 17:01:40</strong>
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				Sarosha had turned to see if the Draconic was following her and was struck dumb by the artistic, primal beauty of him. No, beauty wasn't the right word to describe the raw, masculine power Evravin's entire physique screamed to her female eyes. He made her mouth water as he walked her grey eyes shadowing with lust as she watched the motion of his manhood, small pink tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip. As she watched his feet hit the water Sarosha turned to cover her embarrassment about staring so openly at him. It had been far too long since she'd been around a real male form, one she could hunger for without banishment, for that had already occurred. For that very reason, Sarosha wanting a hard body against her own and rough hands within her raven hair. Clearing her throat she hid her blush as well as she could and turned to him as the water embraced her, hiding the treacherous reaction of her body. <br><br>"This is lovely, Evravin.." she said as she began a lazy stroke around him, her arms slicing silently through the water as she circled him. She turned her eyes towards where Shriver had wandered off and shrugged. "Not a social creature, hm?"<br><br>Sarosha was curious about the warmth she experienced with Evravin and had to, just once brushed past his back her shoulder connecting with his skin. Instantly the warmth assaulted her body and she had to dive beneath the surface to muffle her moan of pleasure. There was something erotic about being warmed from the inside out and it interested Sarosha that she experienced such with a Draconic. Since banishment she'd been around a few Celestial's, never her long, but she'd never experienced warmth from them. Then again she'd never come into contact with a Draconic, Sarosha was glad for that for the things she wanted this man to do to her were surely darker than what she'd wanted from a Demon. <br>Sarosha broke the surface her body bobbing out of the water, streams cascaded down her skin leaving drops beading here and there. Sarosha swam deftly keeping the water around her throat, not self conshous but self aware. Evravin's warmth brought an answering heat between her thighs, his physique made her mouth water and his golden eyes had her nipples tighter than she'd ever felt. The water was a descent enough barrier between herself and the Draconic. At least for the time being. <br><br>"So tell me..." she said as she swam dangerously close to him. "..how did the task of stopping an apocalypse become yours Evravin?" she had to swim away lest she reach out to touch his broad, chisled chest her head tilted back to look at him from the few feet away she stopped. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon and the Fallen Angel </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 17:27:05</strong>
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				Evravin’s smile was, like the man, not a perfect reflection of humanity; rather, it was an approximation of what a smile might have looked like, if viewed from a distance. Albeit, with strong eyes. The smile crinkled his lips at the corners and even traveled up the lines of his cheeks, but it never reached his eyes nor did it soften the hard panes of his face. Ultimately, the thing animating Evravin’s body – no matter how much the flesh reflected the power of that thing, was not a true representation of what he was. <br><br>“Shriver does not enjoy watching such things. He’s never been particularly fond of humanoid forms, even less than his fondness for underwater things,” Evravin murmured as he approached the girl, moving with patient speed. "As for how, it was my task. No one else was...appropriate." His tone indicated that Evravin was not prepared to discuss that further. <br><br>His aura, his warmth, reached her first. Fingers of it pushed out, past the limits of his body, and rolled down her shoulders, through her hair, and across her throat. Teasing at her spiritual self as well as the flesh of her immortal body. Such a mixing of powers could only happen with two Celestials. Moreover, it could only happen with two Celestials such as they: she who was within her physical vehicle so tightly that sense and sensuality had palpable influence over her, and he who was of Dragon descent, and whose flesh was wrought with the touch of that ancient lineage. <br><br>Then, he was at her. He did not press to her face to face, not at first. Instead, he circled her body in the water, movements serene and unaggressive, yet still confident. Dominant. He came up behind her, pressing the flat muscular wall of his abdomen against her back – high on her back – he towered over her. Flawless arms glided down from a span above hers to wrap around her torso. His hands, so big, made contact with her thighs, her pelvis, along her sides. The touch was graceful and slow, sensual without being over eager or hesitant. Just exploring, just mixing his melody, his energy with hers. <br><br>Given their height differences, the velvet tip of his still-soft manhood rode just at the level of her middle-upper back, and the vast thickness, radiating a warmth that seemed to pulse in time with his heart, rolled lightly against her as he caressed her body. A scent rose from him then, cinnamon and sandalwood, the spice of Draconic arousal, perhaps. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon and the Fallen Angel </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpikBliss</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 18:26:04</strong>
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				They played a game of cat and mouse unbeknownst to her and Sarosha was certainly the mouse Evravin stalked and caught within his grasp. At first that grasp was just energy the warmth a tingle upon her cold skin, seeping into her pores and sparking the smallest ember within her. She felt it was though he actually touched her throat causing her head to tilt back as Sarosha paused and her lips parted as fingers of energy thread through her wet silken hair. Sarosha's breath quivered and she tried collecting herself though her core throbbed with demand now, reminding Sarosha how long it had been since she'd been fulfilled. <br><br>As her raven lashes lifted she saw Evravin circle her in a smooth almost graceful glide within the water, then he was upon her. Sarosha shoved a fist into her mouth to stop the light cry wich escaped her as his body came into contact with her own. Immediately she felt her body warm, the spark within her burning into a hot flame all at once, nipples tightened even more causing her to tremble as she focused on breathing. His over bearing phsyque would have intimidated any other female, Celestial or Mortal, yet it only served to curl her toes within the soft soil at the botton of their pool. His chest against her upper back distracted her almost as much as the girth resting lower, a velvet tool Sarosha wanted badly to be used upon her body. <br><br>Arms descended upon her, around her engulfing her small body and those hands spanned her flesh touching her everywhere yet nowhere. Sarosha had to take deep breaths lest she forget all together and she turned her head, not to look at him but to take in the scent wafting gently from him as the wind attempted to cool her now burning skin. As cold as she'd been when Evravin had touched her, the temperature a stark difference between his skin and her own, Sarosha was now warm, growing warmer. His hands upon her pelvis nearly broke her but she refrained from a soft moan and the need to lean back into him. Instead she stayed very still her profile basked in the light of a setting sun as she spoke to him in a hush, husky tone meant only for lovers.<br><br>"Evravin..." she said, whether the breathless word was a plea or a reprimand was unclear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon and the Fallen Angel </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>12-10-2013, 00:30:24</strong>
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				Evravin knew the woman’s desire, though he knew not where it came from. He’d been told she would be a “Celestial between two worlds,” but what that actually meant was anyone’s guess. And dragons were not guessers. Such desire was mirrored among his kind in a different way: he desired possessions, to take, to craft, to bring forth. By focusing on these needs within himself and associating them with the vision in his arms, Evravin was able to narrow his focus, to reflect the girl’s desire. Even if the two were not singing the same melody, the chorus was in alignment.<br><br>Whereas Sarosha’s nature was evocative and filled with over-ripened desires, Evravin’s was concentrated, focused on only those things that he considered his own. And to give the girl what she wanted, he had to see her as his own. <br><br>Leaning down, bending in a way that human torsos would not have accommodated, Evravin murmured softly in the girl’s ear, the deep resonance in his voice carrying through to her, rippling the water and traveling through the girl’s lithe, lush form. “You are mine. For right now, you belong to me. Utterly. Is that clear?” His hand had rolled up and curled around her throat, grown tight without constricting. The other hand was exploring her pelvis, just above her heated desire, but an inch or two from her incurable, insatiable, need. And, as he spoke the words, he pulled her back against his body, let her feel the vibrant, undeniable muscularity, the raw power that backed those words. <br><br>When a dragon announced that you belonged to him, you fucking did. Toes to senses. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon and the Fallen Angel </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpikBliss</strong> on <strong>12-10-2013, 05:58:59</strong>
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				Sarosha became molten desire in his arms unable to distinguish if the feeling was due to the energy sweeping from him to engulf not only her or their bodies simply touching his heating hers. The power from him was more than she'd felt even within her Home realm and while the threads of his energy made her come alive in ways she'd forgotten, the power of it made Sarosha feel new when this man. Ney, this magnificent being. To her an ancient where she a babe, though that may not be the case at all. <br><br>From the beginning Evravin had commanded her attention, a willing pupil craving a taste of such knowledge and power but also ,in his arms, one willing to heed commands and bend to his will learning to feel pleasures she'd only dreamed of. Unlike other Angel Celestials, Sarosha had indeed dreamed of such erotic things, but also horrible dark things. Sarosha had yet to meet another of her kind whom had dreamed at all let alone of such taboo concepts. <br>The like of which she experienced now in the arms of her Draconic companion whose hands upon her body sent electricity racing to her core. Saroshas skin took on a flushed glow beneath all her smooth, glistening ivory curves from the warmth only Evravin had provided in almost a thousand years. With her eyes closed she let her head lol back against the wall of his chest, raven lashes sweeping her flushed cheeks. The cool water felt almost like it too heated as Sarosha did from the inside, the temperature change obviously evident to such a being as Evravin. <br><br>Raven tresses splayed against his skin so pale it was nearly white the wet locks creating ink like runs down his chest. The rivers of raven strands traced the plains of taunt skin over hard muscle into the water around them. Sarosha had forgotten how to swim suddenly when he spoke everything in her body clenching at once causing a small feminine sound to escape quivering lips. Raven lashes fluttered, ceased and her grey orbs nearly a silver with the raging fire of desire riding her looked blankly upon the sky of pink and orange.<br>Still she tried to think of the meaning of those words, think through the wash of heat at the apex of her pale shimmering thighs beneath the water when his hand captured her throat. Through the way her breasts physically ached and her tummy clenched with his free hand caressing so near her aching center. Evravin pulled then the pressure nearly causing another orgasm right there Saroshas body trembling just slightly in his arms. <br><br>His words rang through her head as she struggled not to moan. <em>"You are mine. For right now, you belong to me. Utterly. Is that clear?"</em> Having been created Celestial she had never had the need to physically fill her lung with air and learning upon her banishment breathing was one mortal aspect she'd gained had been difficult. Not nearly as difficult as breathing through those words now and her minds immediate dark, erotic thoughts and the fear of being trapped further than she was already accompanying such thoughts. <br>Sarosha lay her head back within the grasp of his hand around her throat and controlled her breathing, pulling focus around the way his commanding hands and strength affected her to the more serious matter. Yet any way she considered such a thing Sarosha simply burned, her mind raced and her immortal heart pounded blood charged with her desire through a feverish body. <br><br>Even white teeth slid across her lush bottom lip as she released a breath again held too long and whispered "Very clear, Master.." the sound amongst those of the water lapping at their bodies and the shore around them, the wind whispering through the small oasis. <br><br>A human would have missed it, Sarosha consenting to his demand using a term one would for an owner, but she knew he'd heard. Evravin, the mysterious Draconic stranger vowing to save the world yet demanding she belong to him. Strong enough to control her body in the heights of pleasure without effort yet so gentle as to guide her there. "Evravin.." she said his name not meaning to, an octave louder than her words before. The note of uncertainty was present within that of a desire burning to a painful ache.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon and the Fallen Angel </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 09:46:35</strong>
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				Evravin’s senses were attuned to the world around him, and he could feel the almost incalculable desire in the creature in his arms. How his touch affected and infected her, how his presence almost overwhelmed her. It was an interesting thing, something he hadn’t had the…ah…pleasure of experiencing before. Dragons were aloof Celestials. Though they could, and had, worked together in the past, modern history was dominated by isolation. With their altered-powers, no longer able to rewrite reality wholesale, they had chosen to “integrate” as it were. <br><br>Thus, when the girl submitted so eagerly, it was both affirming and unnerving. For a fellow Celestial to gift herself so entirely was anathema to anything Evravin could comprehend. However, it was simultaneously perfectly <em>right</em>. She was a unique treasure, and he would own her as surely as such. <br><br>His fingers, like everything else about him, dwarfed the girl. This was not on a scale humans dealt with: while a difference of a foot or even two was possible among humans, Evravin was as a stallion next to Sarosha; out-scaled so that when his finger finally wedged between the cleft of her core, it spread her utterly, the velvet-yet-hard flesh encompassing her entire nub of pleasure and more, tantalizing the sensitive space around it. He moved his caress up, then down, playing her Celestial senses as a musician might an instrument. After a few such caresses, he began curling his finger with each such movement, until the tip teased the oval opening of her entrance. <br><br>Meanwhile, his other hand found and cupped her lush breast, thumb drawing a line of fire as he shifted closer, pressing the width and length of himself against her back, crushing it to her spine, until it seemed to pulse warmth down the entire column of her back. That was going to be inside her soon. Only her Celestial flesh, her unique nature, could survive such a thing. Could survive it, and make the experience utterly <em>euphoric</em>.<br><br>The water around their thighs began gently steaming, bubbling at their proximity. It pulsed against them, climbing and pressing inward, massaging as it heated their bodies. Wind blushed across their flesh, over the tips of the Celestial’s breasts. Not a magical caress, but a byproduct of the power Shriver had manifested all the same. The world was quiet, hungry for this, eager for them, or so it seemed. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon and the Fallen Angel </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpikBliss</strong> on <strong>30-10-2013, 17:58:49</strong>
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				Sarosha's heart pumped blood through her veins and echoed in her head as his hands moved against her body and she found herself focusing on his breathing to calm her own. Sarosha leaned back against him closing her eyes as she tried to calm the raging desire inside of her. Evravins hands shifted and Sarosha forgot to breathe, the intimidating size of the Draconic was evident as his finger pressed against her core. That digit spread her bare folds and pressed so completely against the tender nub of her desire. The place where all her darkness stemmed and he curled that finger, caressing Sarosha's dark, forbidden entrance. Moisture welcomed him as Sarosha's body tightened ready for the passion only another Celestial could deliver.<br>&nbsp;<br>Evravins hand upon her breast arced electricity within her body her back arching as a result of the sudden pleasure of his rough fingers against her sensitive breast. Saroshas lips parted and she turned her head against his torso as he pressed his erection against her back. The impressive and intimidating girth of his velvet wrapped stiffness against her back acted as a furnace, warming her from the outside in with the heat Evravin radiated. <br><br>The length and width of that erection made Sarosha quiver and her body coil even tighter, waiting with unspoken anticipation to be taken by this powerful creature. Evravins size should have been what frightened the fallen Angel, instead of the sudden flash of past fear. It faded as quickly as it had come, the sudden stiffness which assaulted her body melted away as the water at their thighs began to quiver then bubble against their skin. <br>Sarosha was Fallen, and the Angels would not, could not do any harm to one such as Evravin. Her darkness would not cause his death, her sickness would not bring him pain. Evravin could take all she had, would take even more than she knew and Sarosha found herself wanting it. Nearly happy that this moment would not be taken away due to the illusion of purity and infection. It was simply a passion unfolding between two Celestials..well a True Celestial and a Fallen Angel. The power of that passion was already growing and as her body arched against his, a soft glow beginning beneath her skin, a shimmering of light just below the flawless surface. Such a shimmer adding a sparkle to the churning water around them and cast shadows against his white skin. Gooseflesh rose all over her body and Saroshas lips parted in a gasp as his finger continued that slow curl which had her thighs clenching one moment, relaxing the next, her breath jumping in her lungs and sighs of pleasure part her moist lips.<br><br>"Evravin.." came the plea, for more or less was for the Draconic to decide. Beneath the water her hands rested against his thick legs, gripping his skin as his warmth erased the last of the ice which had attacked Sarosha since her Fall. Her skin still cool against his yet no longer the frozen sting which had been pressed against him moments before. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon and the Fallen Angel </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>02-11-2013, 02:47:33</strong>
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				Sarosha’s murmuring, quivering response to his contact, the unfolding of her desire – her total vulnerability to him – did not strike Evravin oddly, not at all. He was dragon; to him, such obsequiousness was as part of the cannon of life as anything else, as air, or water – to him, such seeming tangibles were less vital than the core act of submission itself. This arrogance, this confidence, it radiated from him as palpably as heat, as sternly as his unyielding flesh, and only amplified the reasons behind his claiming of the girl. Whatever could threaten his – or his people’s – safe dominion would be utterly untenable. <br><br>Thus, at her words, Evravin allowed his finger to sink inside of her. Roughly now, hard, filling her with enough force that the motion had to carry through, his palm cupping her pelvis, literally lifting her several inches from the water, drawing with the motion a line of fire that was his cock against her back. Holding her there with his other fingers, utilizing an inhuman dexterity, he pumped his fat finger in and out, pushing the girl’s vulnerable entrance into full bloom, demanding that her body adjust for what was to come.<br><br>He was not a patient Lord, this dragon; another man, a kinder one, might have allowed the girl to climax before taking her with his draconic manhood. But not Evravin. As far as he was concerned, this girl – her tainted darkness, Angelic mixed with desire – deserved only his command, and his lust. She’d earned nothing but that. After but a few moments of preparation, he withdrew his finger and pushed her forward, up the incline of the sandy lake bottom of the oasis and toward one of the newly blossomed trees. He even positioned her hands for her, so she could brace herself for the tumult sure to come next.<br><br>Then, once she was bent at the hips and high enough above him – due to the slope – for their massive difference in height to be somewhat balanced, he reached down and took hold of his club of a cock and wrestled it down until it nestled between her vulnerable nether lips. Holding it in place, gritting his teeth in effort to keep from acting too quickly, the dragon-in-human-flesh arched forward, too pale skin rippling with his raw muscularity as he force-fed the voluminous tip into her sweltering entrance.<br><br>The pressure built, and built. There was no tenderness in this, only a dragon claiming a prize, a pet, a trophy. It took time, despite the power behind it, but the girl was a Celestial and wet as she could be. Inevitably, that fat head popped within her depths, swelling her as though she were with child. And it was only the tip. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon and the Fallen Angel </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpikBliss</strong> on <strong>04-11-2013, 05:26:51</strong>
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				Sarosha's lips parted and her entire body arched back against the wall of his when that thick finger penetrated her, curling inside it was greeted with a wash of liquid heat. She quivered and released a soft moan as her delicate hands released the fists they'd held against his thighs as Evravin had teased her. Passion was something she was akin to, something alive inside of the Fallen Angel which she could not as a being Clouded live without. It was part of her punishment to crave the primal lust which had damned her. This Draconic, so capable of making her quiver with need, did not feed that passion yet Sarosha could not deny him. <br><br>Raven hair clung to them both yet remained untangled even in the trembling water around them, locking her head back against his torso as hard as a wall. Yet her eyes were hidden by raven lashes falling against her flushed cheeks as she felt her inner flesh clench around his digit and her hips ached to rock. Sarosha remained still, if he wanted a pet he'd have one whom acted only when ordered for she was no novice to punishment and restriction. Even when it wasn't spoken more often than not it was expected. So she simply began to breath, a quick rhythm but steady and focused so stop her overly hungry body from demanding anything from the Draconic now Her master.<br><br>Sarosha did allow her hands to brace against his forearms, unable to circle the ivory spance even half way, when Evravin suddenly removed his delightful hand and propelled them forward. Lashes lifted and grey eyes widened before her brows drew together and lips aching of a kiss sure to be demanding and erotic slid into a smirk when they neared the shore, her feet barely able to keep from drudging up grime from the pools bottom.<br><br>Sarosha's hands braced against the tree, greeted by the strength of it's energy, or Shrivers she was not certain but she didn't fight and simply followed the instruction of Evravins body. The water lapped at her skin but it couldn't cool the fever now burning inside of her, elating in that it reminded her of Home and the feeling nearly tasted like the Passion she craved. The thick pulsing tip of his generous erection pushed without hesitation against her feminine folds, the slick velvet skin spreading in welcome. A scorching heat waited washing the point of that thick tip just as his utter dominance tightened her core and sensitized her breasts to the point of pain even against the soft weeds caressing them at the base of the tree. <br>When that tip invaded her Sarosha could not contain the cry which was sure to echo unless Shrivers magic contained that within his Oasis and her entire body lurched. Not away but back forcing his enormous length just another inch within her clenching, ignited depths. Sarosha grunted softly her teeth forced together as her body adjusted not through pain per sae but discomfort. As a Celestial she could withstand him in this form without dying but it wouldn't allow her to try and Feed. Sarosha hadn't allowed herself that during her last..sale and so she was weakening every day without satisfying her..diet. Sarosha felt her body try to accommodate his size and her lips curved into a smile as she arched her back and let go of her mortal form. <br><br>Energy engulfed them, centering from the Fallen Angel and it carried with it the same frozen touch which she had suffered before Evravin's sudden invasion. The cold couldn't touch his fire and only accented her arousal as it over took her quivering, aching body. Sarosha's muscles spasmed, moved against the head of his erection and she changed around him, against him her height changing by nearly a foot as the markings on her body became dark against the glow rivaling moonlight shimming beneath her skin. The tattoos covered her breast bone, shoulders, arms and back two of the thickest designs seeming to drip from her shoulder blades. They began to move and before Evravins eyes obsidian wings unfurled and brushed like silk against his skin. <br><br>Those sleek feathered wings spanned out four feet and arched curling back against her sides as Sarosha arched pushing up with her forearms and spreading her legs wider and bracing herself more solidly in the corner of the pool. Her long raven hair was dry once more and again dampened by the shallow shore waves those locks cascaded into. Somehow also her wings, even when brushing the water remained dry, and could at any point become a weapon, the silken feathers able to become sharper than most blades. <br>The tattoos remained on her true form, which where had first been inked yet seemed to move with her. Images of couples entwined, women amidst passion played out in those marks. Images Sarosha no doubt wanted from Evravin yet she said nothing, asked for nothing further when he'd given her exactly what she wanted. His length inside of her, his body commanding hers to it's will and the strength in him kept her so wet she could feel the trails snaking down her pale thighs. <br><br>Still much smaller compared to his size Sarosha was better accommodated for Evravin in her Fallen form, her rather she fit him like second skin he still threatened to tare apart. In this form that pain would be pleasure and if she could attune her body to his perhaps Evrain would feed her without Sarosha revealing that..necessity to the man now in control of her. At least for the time being.<br><br>Sarosha turned her head and peered over her shoulder, grey eyes a burning silver and she slowly rocked her body taking him in another inch, then another. Her eyes questioned him but she didn't wait for an answer and instead looked forward once more arching her hips high into the air bettering the angle for her Draconic Master.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon and the Fallen Angel </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>09-11-2013, 04:43:03</strong>
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				The girl beneath him, against him, wrapping around him so greedily that it threatened to tear her flesh, shimmered and transformed even as her desire appeared to loose. Evravin, no stranger to the powers of his rival Celestials, to Angels or Demons, was nonplused at first, at the girl’s change in height and stature, in the way her wings burst forth and concealed her body from him, save for the juncture of their joining. But the marking, ah yes, the dark shapes and shades on her wings, the lusty tattoos. Those were far from the norm, suggesting that the Fallen Angel’s nature was far different than even he had suspected. <br><br>At first, Veravin was taken aback enough to pause in his claiming of the girl. Though he was a man in the sense that he’d joined the world and willingly made himself a being of flesh, Veravin remained ancient, pragmatic, and his truth, like hers, was beneath the surface. Having seen so much, experienced so much, finding a new amalgam, a hybrid of such a unique type felt oddly shocking. Then, when the girl began moving back against him, caressing his steely flesh with her silken wings and urging him on for more, Veravin felt his earlier need to claim her, to possess her rise up in him. Only now the desire was twofold; the girl’s unique mystery made her into a treasure to the dragon, not a freak as her Celestial brothers and sisters might consider her.&nbsp; <br><br>Withdrawing, despite his temptation to use the girl’s new height as leverage for his bestial desires, Veravin reached down to the girl’s hips and drew her around, turning her. The sound of his exit was a lewd, wet, hungry thing, and Veravin didn’t bother stepping back as he manhandled her, so the tip of him, covered in her juices, ran a trail across her hips and pelvis as he oriented her to face him. Now that she was a foot taller, Veravin paused in his simple taking of her to observe her anew. How had her transformation changed her? Was she merely feathered and covered with tattoos? Had new powers emerged, new changes that he should be aware of?&nbsp; Still hard, as unconcerned and casual as he’d been thus far, and every bit as confident – he deliberately looked her over, inch to inch. <br><br>“Interesting,” he said as he did, deep voice conveying a complex array of non-emotions, all of them synonymous with a type of inhuman desire. <br>
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