Celestial Confusion [Samael Grimaldi & Wistful Dream]
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				Title: <strong>Celestial Confusion [Samael Grimaldi &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 07:44:19</strong>
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				Her first assignment. <br><br>Arianne felt her lips quirk with a smile she could not dim or try to control as she stood upon the pavement of one of the many streets in the strange massive city; her eyes darting quickly around her at the clustered throngs of people. So many people, so many sights, so many things to experience. It felt heady and wonderful. She felt like she must be in the very center of it all, so many bustling and busy looking people, all caught up in their lives. And their lives were so fast paced, never a moment to spar, always on a cellphone or typing, or drinking or eating, even while walking. Especially while walking, for one man walked by her with one ear phone in listening to what she had learned was an iPod, sipping at coffee and talking quickly into the little ear piece in his other ear. No time to break, busy busy little worker bees. Heaven was slow compared to this bustle, unless some sort of tragedy occurred of course and thus most angels looked down upon the mortal humans in an affection manner of indulgence, what was the point to rushing so much all the time? It was easy enough to figure though she guessed, their lives were so much shorter then angels. <br><br>All the same to Ari it was fascinating to watch and observe the strange, new customs of the modern world. <br><br>Granted, she had to do more then that, and soon. She shook her head to clear it of the wayward thoughts and moved from the place where she had stood watching in naked wonder at the humans in their natural environment. She had to find her charge. As a Guardian grew older, and received both more experience and knowledge of this plane, after several charges normally, they didn't need to see the human in person to bond their souls together. Yet God had made sure that the 'fledglings' or starting flock of angels worked hard and grew stronger. They had to be to complete their missions. Besides, it also made those more shy then the eager angel now speeding her way through the crowd have actual contact with the physical modern world. Arianne was thriving in it, moving through the crowd in a graceful, dancing manner of rushing, her eyes alight. No, she was not having any difficulty adjusting to the new plane. For Ari simply ghosting along behind someone would never do, she had far too much energy for that, and she wanted to learn and talk and listen. There was a little bounce in her gait as she hummed softly under her breath while deftly weaving through the crowd like she belonged there; she appeared no more then twenty three at oldest when in fact she was centuries old, though still young for an angel. Large deep violet eyes moved quickly as she walked, fascinated and adoring of the world around her, taking in all the sights she could; it was in her favor that the people here were use to tourists, because she looked very much like one.<br><br>The angel's full lips quirked in a smile as she discovered a park, how novel, to put nature in the midst of the buildings of steel and iron. Nature, trees, water, were perhaps one of the things she envied the humans the most, to have such beautiful verdant life around them, so rich with color. Everything was paler in Heaven, like a soft mist covered everything. She slipped through the gates of the park, tilting back her head so that her ivory skin could soak up the feel of the late autumn sunlight. The brilliant red silk of her hair swung back with that movement, the loose curls hanging thick and heavy nearly to her waist, the mass of hair framed her face well, several wispy strands curling faintly around her cheeks to add to the charm of her sweetly shaped face. There was an impish, playful cast to her face, with the vivid hair and the softly shaped curls, the curious violet eyes wide and flashing as she looked around her. If one had to put a human nationality to her face it would likely be French, what with the thine shape of her nose and the shape of her face and the tilt of her eyes. <br><br>Her body was clad against the autumn chill by a soft rich cream colored peat coat, with a scarf of a dark tan wrapped around the slender column of her throat to ward against any lingering chill in the air. The heels of Arianne's boots clicked smartly against the stone pathway of the park's main path as she walked further in, sensing a spark of what she was seeking and following it at a leisurely pace as she observed the details of the man made nature. Her boots were knee high, and molded to her legs by the supple, tight tan leather, the same color as her scarf. Legging vanished into them, covering the gracefully curved and toned limbs of her legs since instead of the more popular 'jeans' of this time period she had chosen to wear a skirt. That garment was a dark chocolate brown, matching well with the rest of her clothing and pleated, making it move in a flattering way as she walked. She had almost been giddy at being told she could dress in human fashions, and so thanks to her eagerness she looked almost as if she had walked off a fashion run way, so perfect was her assemble suited to her. The leaves rustled as the wind moved through them and she laughed softly to herself, listening to the music of them, her eyes drinking in the sight of the rich chestnut browns, the bright yellows, the flaming oranges and the blood reds of the leaves on the trees surrounding her. With a smile flashing across the fullness of her deep pink lips she encourage the wind a touch and then suddenly the air came alive with dancing leaves floating through it. Like little ballerina's she though, it was more beautiful then anything she could have imagined. <br><br>The violet of her eyes were drawn away from the natural beauty she had encouraged at the sound of water, cascading, the fountain. Her gaze noticed a mass of people around it, some eating on benches with newspapers spread in front of them, others perched on the edge of the fountain to talk to each other. Still more walking and talking, and a few gathered off to one side, listening to a street performer on his guitar with a voice of an angel. Indeed, that man's voice would not have been out of place in the choirs of Heaven. He was here, somewhere, the one she was suppose to guard, her charge. She reached inside herself, reaching for the bonding that all angels were taught, pulling from her own soul to make it. Her steps quickened when her eyes fixed on one man that drew them as no one else had, it was him! She hastened forward, her features lit up with eagerness, the bond was responding well, flickering on her fingers in eagerness to get out. Her hand went out, to brush him, only someone stepped between them, and her fingers collided with the other male. <br><br>Awareness flooded through her and left her horrified. A demon. <br><br>She had yet to spend even a full hour upon the mortal plane and she had already messed up her mission. Arianne trembled, inhaled shakily and pushed aside the concern, darting around the demon for a moment, ignoring him because she had to bond to the human as well. She just barely caught his arm and with a sigh of relief she watched him walk. It felt better now, more right, less wrong. Ari bit down on her lower lip nervously, glancing at the demon, her eyes large and just a little afraid as she looked at him and then back at the human, who had stopped next to the fountain for some reason. What in heavens was she going to do?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Celestial Confusion [Samael Grimaldi &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 02:54:19</strong>
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				The soft autumn breeze lacked the familiar scent of sulphur as well did it fail to bring the distant sounds of screaming like that of his home. While he missed certain things about his home below the mortal realm was not without its perks; murder, sex and chaos filled the streets and it was his delight to play amongst it.<br><br>As usual he had observed the flock before choosing a few individuals to play his games with; it was all the more enjoyable to know the people you were about to bring down to the dirt. Casseus watched with great amusement as his next target tried to push through the crowd of ignorance as they all jabbered away on their phones making deals and selling their souls in one way or another; all the while he walked with unnatural grace for a man of his impressive build along the edge of the center fountain marking the park courtyard.<br><br>The brilliantly tailored suit he wore was a stunning white, not the colour one would expect a hellion to dress in. Barely aware of the crowd his eyes were only for the one man that had been chosen for his butcher block. The cerulean pools that were his eyes reflected back at him in the still water in the fountain below; it had been turned off for repairs and thus was now filled with all sorts of grit and fallen leaves.<br><br>A wisp of breath left his perfectly formed lips as he hopped off the stone edge to follow the disappearing visage of his prey. He moved through the crowd without disturbing so much as a fibre of cloth on any person in his path but when he was within reach a hand found his back and a feeling rushed through him bringing a sickness to his stomach.<br><br>The grotesque touch of the heavens had tormented his body for only a matter of seconds but that was all it had taken to make him recoil from the target only to see the woman run past. For a second his eyes had blazed red as hellfire revealing the menacing yet beautiful face beneath the attractive shell he wore.<br><br>“A divine whore,” he muttered in a distinct but subtle Irish accent.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Celestial Confusion [Samael Grimaldi &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 00:52:18</strong>
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				She still felt sick to her stomach. She could feel the wrongness of the bond, rolling inside her as she trembled and inhaled deeply, trying to calm herself down. The man, he was so handsome but so horrifying,t hat one moment when she had felt his aura flare out in hatred. Of course demons would look like the epitome of beauty, of handsomeness, they were suppose to tempt those of the flesh to sin, and whatever better vehicles then a human's own shape? Perhaps she should have ghosted instead of taking such a corporeal form. <br><br>Arianne bit down on her lower lip, daring a look back at the man she knew to be a demon. He was tall, even to her, who was tall for a woman, and his being was all that could be handsome. The mockery of his pure white clothing stun at her heart and her eyes held rebuke for it, though she dare not speak. Ari couldn't leave her charge, to do so would violate what she stood for, especially with a demon so close by, but she had to undo the bonding, somehow, it would not do to be bound to him. Could he tell what it was? Would he use it against her? The sad fact was that she had to protect him now, should he come to danger, and heal him if she could. The redhead suddenly wanted to flee back to the heavens, but she couldn't, instead she focused her eyes upon the man she had been sent to, wondering if it was divine irony that his name was Adam. <br><br>He was tall, and not a thin tall, but a lean muscular one, clearly a man who worked out and who ran. He was wearing jogging shorts and a T shirt, simple, yet well made and picked out clothing, the shorts a black and the shirt a pale goldish color. It went well with the thick head of dark golden hair he had, his skin sunbronzed and his eyes like emeralds as they looked out over the park crowd while he chatted on his cellphone. His eyes touched on her and she smiled slightly to him, warmly. He flashed her a cocky smile and she had to hold in a giggle, she was not use to being looked at like that. But there were other things to attend to, and she couldn't linger here. She would have to touch the demon again. <br><br>Ari made herself turn, to regard the tall, dark haired demon, a little surprised at the purity of the cerulean color of his eyes. No matter though, he was evil and she had only to brush her fingers against him and focus on her bond, she hoped, to break apart what slight weave there was to hold them together. Slowly her boot clad feet took her toward him and she fought the urge to tremble or cry as she tilted back her head to look up at him. "Um..hello...sir. I am afraid I bumped into you, I'm horribly sorry about that." She just needed a good reason to brush against him, that was all, surely something would come up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Celestial Confusion [Samael Grimaldi &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 20:22:49</strong>
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				With his frigid attention fixed on the angel the rage boiled beneath the surface; it took all of his restraint to keep from exploding in a torrent of violence destroying the entire square in which they stood. Theatrical displays had never been his style; it was far more prudent to remain subtle so that he could keep his mortal prey afraid and unaware. The sound of her voice was laced with the stinging sound of innocence; for a moment all he could think about was breaking her of it.<br><br>“You’ve bonded your soul to me Angel, you’ve no idea what sort of trouble you’re in” his hand caught the sleeve of her shirt, drawing her tight and in a whirl of ash and flame they disappeared from the park square unnoticed by the ignorant mortals.<br><br>The strong scent of sulphur lingered in the air for a few seconds as they appeared in the well furnished, beautifully decorated flat that served as his home on earth. His strong hand encompassed her wrist, pulling her small frame to the hardened body that held his evil.<br><br>“We’ve got a bit of a predicament on our hands, the human you’re after is marked for death; I’ve been watching him sometime and I won’t let you rob me of my conquest” Casseus pointed toward the window near them, it looked out onto a dirty little apartment in a nearby building.<br><br>“He lives right there, and his soul belongs to Hell” for a brief second he took in her form, she had chosen a rather flattering shell; it stirred his insatiable hunger for flesh and delight.<br><br>In a calm fashion he walked over to the bar lining the southern wall of his living room and poured a glass of aged brandy, savouring the smell he took a small sip before sinking into the couch centered in the room.<br><br>“If you want him to live, we’re going to have to work out some sort of deal” his eyes roamed her body blatantly, “The poor young Angel is going to have to work for her charge.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 22:05:41</strong>
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				He was terrifying, in this mortal shell he scared her to her soul, and she could only look up at him, trying to hide her trembling. She was a young Angel, innocent even by Heaven's standards and she had never thought to have to face an actual demon face to face. All it would take would be to focus and touch him, probably for a minute or so. But she found herself doubting that could ever happen. His voice was a dark, deep sound of masculine power and she did tremble when he caught her to him.<br><br>Arianne struggled then, trying to pulling away from him. When he engulfed them in his powers, transporting them and the scent of sulphur overwhelmed her senses her stomach heaved, her skin broke out in a cold sweet and she nearly passed out. His powers were so opposite of hers, his aura, everything. Ari's throat worked, trying to keep herself from being sick, and the moment they appeared in a building she tried to stumble away from him, feeling extremely dizzy. <br><br>However, he had caught her wrist in his hand, refusing to let go and drew her up against his body. Her smaller form quivered and her expressive violet eyes were dark with pure fear and desperation. She wanted free, she wanted to break her corporeal form and take to her wings. But she could hardly think straight with his aura projecting into her senses and she scrambled to put up defenses against it rather then ghost. They slammed into place, leaving her with 'clear air' around her, her own aura slowly reasserting itself until she could breath again. <br><br>She glanced where the male pointed, to a window that showed a small, untidy apartment. Her eyes flew up to him and for a moment she forgot her fear and her queasiness, her expression turning defiant and proud. "No his soul is not! I have been sent for him and I won't let you take him!" She snapped up at him. Thankfully he let her go then, gong over to drink something, from the smell of it alcohol and she wrinkled her nose in disgust. "I won't let you take him." she repeated, stubborn and defiant, her beautiful face set into lines of grim determination.
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				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 22:45:24</strong>
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				While she vehemently denied him the young mans soul Casseus disappeared into the adjacent bedroom to busy himself with preparations for the evenings events. Returning moments later with a rather revealing dress draped over his arm and a box containing the lingerie he was clearly expecting her to wear.<br><br>“We’re going out tonight; if you want to keep an eye on your beloved charge then you don’t have a choice” slow steps brought him around behind her.<br><br>The incredible warmth of his hands slipped along the curvy sides of her figure, brushing down until her hips rested between his strong palms. The tips of his fingers pushed beneath the hem of her skirt; teasing the tender flesh he felt beneath its safe covering.<br><br>“You need to change, allow me” he whispered, the tip of his tongue gently brushing a small spot on her neck.<br><br>The firm muscles of his chest pressed to her shoulder blades as his hands came around the front of her hips to the buttons holding on her skirt. Slowly he undid each one until the fabric disappeared down her legs to pool at her ankles. For a moment he thought she might struggle, but his lips found her ear tasting the sweet skin as he spoke.<br><br>“Relax,” her coat slipped off easily and he tossed it onto a chair at his backside; with deft skill he removed her shirt and folded it neatly on the table. <br><br>Casseus circled her near naked visage while finishing off the remnants of his drink; with the empty glass on the table he stood in front of his guest, admiring the attractive body holding her. Sinking down to a crouching position he slipped both leggings down until her creamy thighs were in plain sight; his fingers slipped under the elastic of her panties, the fabric burned from his touch and fell away.<br><br>“Have you ever been to a club?” unsnapping her bra a smile curled his lips as he took in her nude frame; snapping his fingers the attire he had picked out for her suddenly clothed her.<br><br>Taking her wrist again they disappeared from the apartment only to arrive in the alley just outside the night club. The line was incredibly long, and as they arrived at the front door they could see her charge being let inside.<br><br>“Don’t you want to keep an eye on him?” he smirked.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Celestial Confusion [Samael Grimaldi &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 23:15:30</strong>
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				He left, she breathed easier and closed her eyes, focusing inward on herself to try and sooth herself down enough to use her powers. She needed to go invisible and now, because then he couldn't track her or catch her, however he came back in the room and his deep voice interrupted her. The violet eyes opened reluctantly to see him, but a moment too late, for he was behind her and she tried to whirl away from him. However his hands were already on her body. <br><br>His hands were so hot, her throat worked with nerves as he blatantly touched her, shaping her body, so confident when he had no right to be. Arianne wanted to slap him, but the memory of his powers and the strength of his hands stayed her, if she slapped him and couldn't get away quickly enough he might well do something worse then just touch her. Her cheeks burned but she pushed down her pride and anger, staying completely still like a wild animal before a hunter. His words outraged her and she was about to jerk away from him, who did he think he was, that he could change her clothing? But then his tongue was lapping at her skin and she shivered, her train of thought faltering and stumbling. <br><br>It was hard to think, with him all around her, his body so much larger then hers, though she was not a small woman, he surrounded her and she blinked, as through a haze. She became aware of what he was doing whens he felt her skirt fall away, hissing as she moved try and grab it up again only to freeze and tremble as his lips teased her ear, his voice rumbling and filling her senses. Her breath caught, a soft sound of surprise and a desire she didn't know. <br><br>She couldn't help but do exactly what he had ordered her to do, even as her coat and shirt slipped away. But then she came to herself, as he moved and she stepped back, her eyes wary and cheeks flushed with pink. She was only in her bra, panties and leggings now, simple, neat garments of pure snowy white. He seemed to be viewing her like some sort of prize or something, the way he regarded her as he circled and she wanted to scream at him to not do it, she was an angel, she was pure. But to him, she knew, that didn't matter, or that made what he was doing all the more important. She had to protect Adam though and so her chin came up defiantly, facing him down in her ivory and crimson beauty. But nothing could have prepared her for when the demon stepped forward and moved down to his knees to work down her white leggings, the last real barrier to him and she tried to jerk her hips away from his touch, but the heat of his hands flushed through her body and made her oddly pliant. <br><br>His fingers touched her panties and they burned, causing a gasp to flee from her lips and she tried to stumble back and away from him, only to have him catch her body against his as he blithely removed her bra. She was nude, before a demon, with a smirk on his face. The color on her cheeks nearly matched the vivid red of her hair and she shook her head, too ashamed of her nudity to speak. And then, thankfully, clothing was on her, odd, tight and revealing clothing. Undergarments made for seduction, she could feel them, the thin lace panties, nothing like the simple cotton ones she had had before, a corset with soft cups to lift her breasts which strained against the dark black satin that clung to her form. The dress clung to her body, revealing her curves and the dark color of it was striking against her ivory skin and deep red hair. It must look good, but she wanted to take it off and burn it. She looked like she was ready to sin, to commit any sort of things, to be a plaything for men, and none of those were true. <br><br>Tears sparked in her eyes even as he drew her to him again, and she felt the same sick dread and clamminess as he transported them again. When the came out in an ally she jerked her hand free of him, stumbling back and away from him with glittering eyes. But her gaze flew to her charge, her heart feeling Adam close and she cursed the demon. "I will not forgive you Satan's Spawn...." she lifted her head then and moved off, ahead of him, toward Adam. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Celestial Confusion [Samael Grimaldi &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 23:33:15</strong>
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				The Demon waved away her angry comments, taking great amusement from her plight; he followed closely behind as they entered the club, it was dark despite all the different coloured neon lights that flickered here and there. A few pillars had been built above the crowd where women danced in scantly clothing while others moved throughout the crowd serving drinks and servicing patrons that paid well enough.<br><br>The human could be seen disappearing through the crowd toward the dance floor, just as Arianne had come close to reaching her charge Casseus had caught up and slipped an arm around her tight waist.<br><br>“Don’t rush off; you’ve got all night to worry about that meat sack” despite her reluctance he guided her to the dance floor. Men and women moved to the beat of the hip hop music, bumping and grinding against one another in a sexual display that burned the senses.<br><br>He clutched her tight, bringing her firm bottom in contact with his crotch; his hips swayed back and forth as he grinded himself into her sweet body, letting her feel the hardness hidden beneath the pure white suit he wore. Holding her hips was only the beginning of his teasing, as they moved his hands guided her body along with the motion before brushing up her flat stomach to touch her breasts through the fabric of her corset.<br><br>“Doesn’t that feel good?” he whispered, bringing the lobe of her ear between his lips to nibble upon it.<br><br>His cerulean eyes caught a glimpse of her beloved Adam, hidden in a corner booth behind the crowd with one of the scantly clad waitresses beneath his table devouring his moderately sized cock. The Demon had whispered this sin to the boy earlier and it had taken beautifully, he was ripe with lust by the looks of it.<br><br>“Seems like your charge is enjoying himself, so why don’t you?” as the song changed to another upbeat tune he turned her body, bringing her body so tight to his that the bulge in his trousers was poking her between the legs. A hand brought her head to his shoulder so that she was peering over him to where her mortal was seated; he could hear her pulse rising as she looked up her mortal as he sinned so beautifully.<br><br>“Are you curious?” he asked with a wicked grin, his hand slipped up her bare thigh beneath the short skirt of her dress; it followed along her creamy flesh until he felt the edge of the lace panties he had picked out for her. The warmth of his big hand disappeared under that thin cloth, fingers groping against her clitoris in slow deliberate strokes.<br><br>“If you want me to leave him alone you’re going to have to play my game”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Celestial Confusion [Samael Grimaldi &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 00:04:42</strong>
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				He was such a bastard. Arianne's hands clenched together as she stormed away from him, but she came up short, in shock at the sight of the crowd before her. There were women, dressed in nearly nothing, to such a degree that she blushed for them, as they lingered through the crowd, offering their services and performing for those who paid, there was alcohol everywhere, and the dancing was basically intercourse with clothing on. The angel was nonplussed, never presented with something like this before. But she shook her head and went to take a step after Adam before the demon caught her to him again. <br><br>If he wasn't a demon and a bastard, she thought to herself, it would not have been so bad to be held tight to him, his thick arm around her waist, making her feel delicate and dainty. Though those feelings could only happen with a male of his size, she was fuller and taller then most women, and had often wondered if that would keep anyone from noticing her. Apparently the demon did, but that was not the sort of attention she had pined for up in the heavens. She had wanted a fairytale love, she had stumbled into a nightmare. Her eyes rushed up to the demons bright blue ones, anger sparking in the depths of her spring violet eyes. "He is not a meat sack!" she snapped at him, trying to tug herself free from his body. But he was far stronger then her, with his cursed dark powers and she couldn't get away from him. <br><br>Her cheeks were bright red and she felt herself die a little inside as he pressed their bodies together, rubbing his hardness against her sweetly curved ass. He should not be wearing pure white, it was a mockery and she should not be wearing black. To think, he would do this in public. Her anger simmered, building and she tried to jerk away from him, but was caught back by his hold on her breasts. Part of her went weak inside and she loathed herself for it, but he made her body burn his casual tormenting touches, cupping hr breast, his infernal voice asking a question that needed no answer. Yet the nibble of his teeth on her ear earned a soft breathy pant from her, one she couldn't help as her body relaxed into him, eyes fluttering shut to try and block out the shameful sin happening all around her. This couldn't be real. <br><br>Ari's body moved with his hold and she caught sight of Adam, having a waitress service him. Her heart went racing, her eyes were wide with shock as she trembled against the demon, feeling his hot, hard body prodding and grinding against her's mercilessly. She swallowed, shaking her head at his question, though her cheeks were pink and her body flushed. How could sin be appealing? His hand was on her bare flesh then and thankfully she was distracted by it, though she couldn't pull away, not without attracting eyes, and she didn't' want anyone to notice them. He was invading her, humiliating her and she raised eyes torn with the lust he was birthing in an innocents body as he touched her, and hatred for what he was doing. "I will never forgive you this..." she hissed to him even as he touched the nub of her clit and she jerked, her hands clinging to his suit jacket to stay upright as a sweet, soft moan she couldn't control fled her full lips. With a tremble and soft cry she looked up at him "Please...not here. I'll play your game, but...please not here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Celestial Confusion [Samael Grimaldi &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 00:24:01</strong>
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				While delighting in the sounds she made as he played with her senses and toyed with her body he shook his head in response to her words; she would play his game but this was the first stage and she was going to participate one way or another. The tip of his index finger parted her lips, the wetness revealed the truth to him, she was enjoying his torment.<br><br>“This is the setting for stage one of the game my dear, I’m afraid it has to be here” chuckling slightly he guided them off the dance floor, keeping her close so that the crowd wouldn’t get a full glimpse of his fingers penetrating her tight insides. They sank into a booth opposite from Adam.<br><br>He specifically sat them so that she could see her charge while he savoured each tender lick to his member from the whore nestled between his legs. As they sank into the booth the Demon parted her legs a little wider to allow his hand a better violation, pushing both his index and middle finger inside of her tight vagina he twisted his wrist to the side so that his thumb could stroke her clitoris.<br><br>“If you want to save that humans soul you’re going to have to become more accustomed with my world, it’s time you learned what the other side has to offer my dear” his lips found hers in a lustful kiss, the tip of his tongue weaving into her mouth in skilful violation.<br><br>“The first step, I think it’s about time you experienced what the humans call an orgasm and there’s no better place for it then right here, in public” smiling his other hand slipped between her legs as well, pulling her panties down so that he could watch his fingers move inside of her. <br><br>The hand threw her soiled panties into the crowd and no one seemed to notice; his mouth found her nipple through the corset hugging her body, biting down on the budding flesh the free hand found the small of her back, drawing her body into his touch.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Celestial Confusion [Samael Grimaldi &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 00:48:19</strong>
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				Ari's body jerked, she didn't even know his name but his finger was suddenly sinking into her body slightly, feeling her, exposing her and she blushed furiously, hiding her face against his chest. Could she save herself at the cost of Adam's soul? She was suppose to protect him, but this felt so wrong. And even though her nature screamed that she shouldn't know of these things her body was warming and melting into the touches he gave her. Thus was the weakness of her body. <br><br>Her body clung to his, she went with him away from the crowd, glad to get away from people, and she was thankful, that whatever self, the booth at least was more private and she could vanish easier into the shadows with her dark dress. Her body was throbbing inside from his teasing touches, her eyes torn between looking at him and watching her charge. Adam was falling into sin, was there anyway she could really save him? But then, it wasn't a horrid sin, at least he wasn't doing anything truly wrong. Not murdering, not raping, not hurting. Just seeking pleasure. Or perhaps that was her mind trying to explain away her own weakening as the demon touched her. "I...your name?" she asked softly, even as her legs parted pliantly for the demon. Her body arched then, with a soft cry of delighted shock as his fingers pushed into her, into the depths of her body. She whimpered, a soft sound, her legs quivering as his thumb brushed over her clit to tease her up more.<br><br>She heard his words, and felt her heart race for them. Was this what he was offering her then? When his lips claimed hers she moaned into the demand of his, lips parting as his tongue invaded her possessed her. When he pulled away she shocked herself by whimpering and trying to cling to him, her hazy violet eyes darkening in surprise, widening at his intentions. An orgasm? In public? She nearly squeaked in dismay, her eyes closing tightly against the sight of him throwing the painties he had put upon her out into the crowd. Did this demon have no shame?<br><br>However, as usual, her thoughts fled the moment he focused his attentions upon her, she had gone up against a master while she was simply a novice, and now she had no real hope of winning this. But she would save Adam, and, a small part of her whispered, part of her would enjoy the doing of it, at least as long as this man touched her. His mouth bit down on her nipple and she yelped, jerking and moaning, for while it had hurt a little and surprised her it felt so good, it made her body flush more with heat and she squirmed in his hold, her body clenching down around his fingers as they took the slick dampness of her pussy. Ari could only hope she wouldn't loose herself too badly, but thought was hard with the overwhelming sensations of the masterful demon's touch. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Celestial Confusion [Samael Grimaldi &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 03:05:33</strong>
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				The grimy bar setting seemed hardly the place for such passionate lust to bring about a union and yet every evening people would succumb to the earthly delights that one another’s body provided. The blinding strobe of white light from the dance floor darkened and illuminated the pair repeatedly; her creamy skin appeared all the more delicious while lit up.<br><br>As the light hit her dark corset his free hand wrenched the fabric down roughly along with her bra so that the pale flesh of her breasts were exposed to the humid club air. Hardened were her nipples and seconds after they had been exposed his mouth was around one, rolling his tongue in circle against it, while his hand grasped the other squeezing and pinching at the hardening flesh.<br><br>Each rough caress was in rhythm with his fingers as they moved in and out of her wet lips; pushing in as deep as possible and wiggling around while his thumb stroked her clitoris as hard as possible. He could feel her body squirming from his touch and it only inspired him to press on; his mouth left her breast, bringing his eyes up to hers.<br><br>“Do you like it?” he asked with a sly smile, removing his fingers from her he quickly lowered his face between her open legs to run his tongue along her soaking wet lips only to circle her clitoris for a tantalizing second.<br><br>“Don’t you want release?” his fingers pushed back inside of her, moving quicker then before.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Celestial Confusion [Samael Grimaldi &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 03:30:15</strong>
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				Arianne couldn't believe this was actually happening, that she was giving way to a demon in a mortal night club. Yet it was, and the reality of it was jarred into her every time the harsh light of the strobe hit upon them. It blinded her, made the whole moment feel choppy, and she wanted to cry. In the Heavens, when she had dreamt about the first time someone would touch it could not be farther from the reality. And yet, part of her felt like this was right, and that shamed her, that she could ache for what he did for her. <br><br>Everything was confused, but her breath stole from her in a gasp of protest as the demon bared her breasts to the blinding light. The sound died off, changing into a soft cry of delight as his mouth took a nipple within it. It was so hot and erotic, sending a jolt of pleasure through her even as she fisted her hands and bit down hard on her lower lip, feeling his other hand teasing the other hardened peak. "Oh...." she breathed out in pleasure. <br><br>Ari's hips shifted on the leather she sat on, his fingers moving in and out of her body, plundering her and stirring up the flames once more. If this was like it was like to burn in flames then perhaps that made sense why demons would chose it. But no, no, normal humans did this, just not...to this extent and....her thoughts trailed away again as his brilliant blue eyes fixed on hers. How could any devil have a gaze so bright?<br><br>The redhead's throat worked at his question, her cheeks pink as she whimpered when his fingers left her body, pleading without words for him to return to what he had been doing. But when he lowered his face toward her parted pale legs she stared at him in dumb shock until his tongue raked down the length of the slit of her sex and she let out a gasp of shocked pleasure. Her body arched off the seat into it before slumping, trembling when he pulled away. Her lips parted in a moan of pleasure as his fingers slipped inside her again, her toes curling in her shoes. "Oh...yes....God yes...." the words were stuttering, unsure and shocked with herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Celestial Confusion [Samael Grimaldi &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 03:45:43</strong>
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				When she cried out a smile formed on his sinisterly handsome face; his hand between her legs began to slow as she finally admitted that this was what she wanted. He shifted in the seat, pushing the table out of the way as he slipped down onto his knees, moving between her open thighs.<br><br>“Good, I’m glad you’re finally being honest” Casseus moved her legs up, draping one on either side of his head before pressing his mouth to her wet slit. His tongue pushed inside of her, wiggling vigorously as his hands crawled up her stomach to cup each of her breasts.<br><br>While squeezing her nipples his tongue probed in and out of her, taking a moment each time to suckle and lick her clitoris. He relished the pressure of her thighs as they clenched his head to ensure he couldn’t escape his duties of pleasure. The sweet taste of heaven dripped out of her feminine entrance and he devoured it with the prowess of the darkest beast of the pit.<br><br>His left hand vacated her breast, fingers slipping back inside her sopping pussy so that his mouth could focus on her bud, licking and sucking with every bit of vigour he could muster.<br><br>“Give in to it,” he ran his tongue over her slit again before diving his fingers back inside.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Celestial Confusion [Samael Grimaldi &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 04:10:07</strong>
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				Ari's eyes nearly flew out of her face as he knelt between her legs, pressing them together, trying to keep him out of there, it was beyond wicked, if he looked at her there. But of course he didn't let her deny him. HIs words, his voice sent another wicked shiver through her body as she whimpered softly for him, her legs lifting with his hands to drape over his shoulders and then his mouth was there. It was more invading then even his fingers, his tongue thrusting into her even as his hands cupped her full breasts.<br><br>The angel bit down hard on her lower lip, but couldn't keep the deep moan of delight from escaping. Her throat worked, whimpering and her hips tensed, moving into his mouth as he tasted and took her. Sweet heavens! Her hands clenched down into the leather of the seat, nails pressing into it as she tried to restrain herself from loosing control completely. <br><br>Perhaps...this wasn't a sin.<br><br>When the demon moved his hand back downward, thrusting fingers into her she arched into them, her back bowing as she let out a cry, eyes shut and the silk of her red hair splaying out over her shoulders and out around them. At this command she did just that, her body tensing until she nearly sobbed for the intensity of it before something happened, one last push and she went screaming over the edge, withering madly on the leather, completely lost in the throes of the passion he had led her into. Luckily a song was going loud and strong at that moment before she slumped weakly against the seat, panting, her heart racing. "Oh....."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Celestial Confusion [Samael Grimaldi &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 04:21:11</strong>
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				For a second he could almost feel her pleasure as she finally reached climax, her screams of delight disappearing in the background from the loud beat of the new age music that stung his ears with its filth. He didn’t cease his violation until her body began to settle from the wave of ecstasy rolling through her body.<br><br>Casseus stood up finally, wiping his mouth off on his sleeve before taking her hand, in an instant they were back in his apartment, the booth replaced by his comfortable couch. Adam’s apartment was darkened in the distance; he remained at the club to fulfill his own need for debauchery.<br><br>“How was it?” he asked as he threw his suit coat on the floor, loosening his cuffs and collar before sinking down next to her, admiring the crackling of fire in the hearth before them.<br><br>This had only been the beginning of the game, she had been served her first taste of earthly delight but soon enough he’d have her craving and begging for so much more. If she wanted to save her human she’d have to plunge into the world of sin with the seasoned tour guide.<br><br>“That’s only the beginning my divine whore, you’re going to experience far greater pleasure by the time our little game has ended, but for the time being I think it’s best if you took a rest” the Demon chuckled.<br><br>“I’ve only the one bed, but you’re welcomed to share it, after all you’ve bonded yourself to me”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Celestial Confusion [Samael Grimaldi &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 08:01:12</strong>
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				When her eyes opened again, her bliss having wanned slightly when he transported him in his method, the one that left her feeling faintly sick, she was on his couch. She curled into the couch slightly, her eyes drifting toward the window, to see if Adam was home, if he was safe from the sin fest of the night club. But of course he wasn't. Of course not. A sigh parted her lips as she shut her eyes again, trying to sort through the terrible tangle that was her mind and body. <br><br>"It was...." she trailed off, unable to really answer. The redhead drew her legs up into her chest, trying to make herself as small as possible, trying to attract no attention from him. She felt so shake and jumbled up inside. Shame and pleasure were no longer warring inside her, now there was just a worn out resignation. He was a master at this game he had put into play, she had no idea of the rules, the settings. But she would, and one day she would be free of him, both she and Adam, she promised herself that even as he sat down next to her.<br><br>Ari was grateful for the fire, her eyes watched it, her violet eyes troubled as she watched it. When he called her a divine whore, and his at that, she flinched slightly but didn't speak. He was going to let her rest? How kind of him, this man who was so cruel one moment and then apparently thoughtful the next. But he was only thoughtful to get what he wanted, for he had more planned. She could never trust him. <br><br>One hand came up, to push through the thick silk of her hair, her eyes glancing to him. "It was an accident and trust me, the moment I can it will be gone and I will never look back. You can not hold me forever, I am not a songbird to be trapped within a cage." Defiance filled her again and she slipped from the couch, stripping off the shameful, black, sensual clothing he had given her in jerky movements, the after bliss of a climax completely gone. Her fingers pulled up her own clothing, jerking her leggings up and on, and then her shirt, slipping her jacket on around her, sighing as its warmth and clean scent surrounded her body. She felt better, more herself. And then with a angry, moody look at him she sank down to lay on the floor, clearly preferring it to sleeping in bed with him. It wasn't like he could really care. He hadn't even told her his name. Tears wet her lashes then, spiking them, but she was curled on her side, away from him, so he couldn't see her face, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she willed herself not to weep and simply cried silently, frozen and afraid to move. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Celestial Confusion [Samael Grimaldi &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 23:57:08</strong>
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				The night hours were the best for play; while the normal world slept the children of sin and debauchery roamed the streets looking for trouble. On rare occasion Casseus would sleep just to get a feel for the mortal experience but it was typically in his best interest to remain awake while the easy prey were out on the town. While his newly acquired toy slept he had drawn a symbol on her forehead in ash, it allowed for his magic to take over her dreams playing vivid visions of sexual experiences beyond anything she could imagine to help her adapt to the world he called his.<br><br>After taking care to prepare his next game for the day he returned to his handsome flat, wearing another white suit, though it was slightly different it was even more attractive then the last. Whistling as he walked he returned to the living room where his toy slept; as she wiggled and stirred in her sleep he sank down next to her legs, brushing his hand up her bare thigh to tug at her underwear.<br><br>“Wake up my dear, it’s time you and I took our leave for the day, we’ve much to do”<br><br>As she started to wake he stood up and poured a glass of brandy, downing the liquid with ease knowing full well that the alcohol had no effect on him, he simply enjoyed the flavour.<br><br>“Since our mutual friend is busy working like a good human today I’ve arrange for us to go on a little trip” setting down the empty glass he fixed his smug gaze on her, “Make sure you pick out something sexy to wear from the dresser, I won’t let my company look like a regular swine”<br><br>“This game has consequences, for every person you prevent from doing my tasks you’ll earn the satisfaction of knowing their souls are safe for another day” he paused, licking his bottom lip. <br><br>“However, for each person you fail to save you’re going to have to do something for me, and no matter how much you resist you’ll give in or I’ll kill each person we meet today”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Celestial Confusion [Samael Grimaldi &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 01:00:58</strong>
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				Her dreams had been hot and flustering, arousing in the same horrid way that the demon’s touch at the nightclub had been. Arianne had trembled on the floor, stirring and whimpering in her slumber, her body flushed and pussy throbbing with awareness she would have never though to experience. Her breath caught when she felt someone touch her, felt that same hot hand moving up her thigh and tugging at her panties. <br><br>In shock she jolted awake, folding herself up as she looked up at him, trying to cover her lack of clothing as her violet eyes glittered with wariness and resignation as he downed another glass of his brandy. The angel bit down on her lower lip and listened to him. She wanted to go check on Adam, but she had the feeling that the demon wouldn’t let her and that might have even put Adam at risk and so she said nothing of her own wishes or desires, not that they would matter much to him in the end anyway. <br><br>At the mention of being able to pick out her own clothing she felt a touch better and she nodded at his order, giving into him without second thought of protestation. Something was oddly…liberating about obeying him. Following his lead. Part of her wanted to reject that, she shouldn’t find comfort in following a demons words. But she stayed silent and just warred inwardly with herself, her eyes widening at the game he proposed. Her throat worked with nerves but she nodded, she would show him, he had simply caught her unprepared before, but she would be a good angel, she would save any that she could.<br><br>Slowly she got to her feet, her chin lifted defiantly as she looked at him. “What is your name? I am Arianne, and where is the dresser?” After all, if she was going to be stuck with him, as it well seemed she might, she wanted to at least know her enthraller’s name. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Celestial Confusion [Samael Grimaldi &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 02:55:07</strong>
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				In a nonchalant manner that was often associated with him he directed her toward the dresser in question before adjusting the cuffs and collar; only after she had chosen an outfit did he fix his attention on her and respond with a cool smile.<br><br>“My name is Casseus, you’ll become better associated with it soon enough” he paused and added in a much lower tone, “When you’re screaming it in ecstasy over and over” once she had finally arrived dressed and beautiful for the day his hand slipped over her petite wrist and he guided her toward the elevator.<br><br>“I noticed you didn’t enjoy my choice form of transportation, so instead I opted for the mortal manner” once they reached the ground floor the doorman ushered them outside where an extravagant limousine awaited their arrival. The driver was curt and to the point, once inside they took off en route to the next destination along the course of his game.<br><br>“I hope you’re in the mood for fun my sweet, first we’ll be attending an Opera at a very luxurious theatre down town before we retire for the evening to a lovely couples resort; you might find that a familiar face is attending the same resort with a lady friend he’s been seeing quite frequently”<br><br>After downing several glass of champagne they reached the rather gothic looking building in question, it had been crafted in homage to some ancient structure in Europe and the craftsmanship was worthy of the pit as far as he was concerned. Casseus had paid for a private balcony for them so that could over look the crowd while being enchanted by the spell of harmonious song.<br><br>“Are you looking forward to the show?” as they sank into their side by side seats his hand rested on her knee, slipping slowly up between her legs to cup her sex.<br><br>“You’re going to really like the story I do believe”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Celestial Confusion [Samael Grimaldi &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 02:23:59</strong>
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				Arianne went to the dresser, her long tumble of red hair covering her figure as she searched through it for something decent to cover her. She chose the least see through set of undergarments, plain dark purple satin to encase her pale flesh, setting off her eyes, though that was not the reason she had chosen it. She just couldn't bare to wear black see through panties or a bra. The pale skinned beauty tugged out a simple black dress, it was shorter then she would have liked, but it was one of the least racy garments in the dress. Made of some slinky material, not silk nor satin, but something human made, it clung to her figure, the draped neck teasing at the tops of her breasts, the hem reaching just to her midthigh at longest. She bit her lip, regarding herself in slight abject horror. <br><br>But the demon spoke then, rousing her from her thoughts with his name. Casseus. His words, and the tone they were spoken in sent a rush of heat through her body, down to her groin to clench, and to her cheeks to flush hard. "I...will not scream your name." She muttered defiantly, though not with the same spark of defiance she had had the day before. He had touched her, had shown her those heights of pleasure and in a public place. And she had given into them, into her body. Shame filled her and her eyes focused on the floor, unwilling to look at the blue eyed devil who had trapped her.<br><br>Ari let him guide her, adjusting to the feel of his hot hands around her wrist, the feeling of being so helpless to do anything other then what he permitted overwhelming her slightly again. Yet when he spoke of transportation her forget me not eyes fluttered upward to focus on him, confused. Why should he care if she was uncomfortable? The angel let him guide her into the limo and she settled into the plush leather seat, glancing around her with curiosity lending new animation to her face. <br><br>Opera, that was where singing happened, it was suppose to be a highly sophisticated thing, and she had always wanted to see one. Going with a demon seemed like a dream, but since an Opera was offered instead of a seedy night club she didn't protest. Sophistication and grandeur of the like to be had at a luxurious theater was far more appealing, though the mention of a couples resort made her uneasy. Were they a couple? She didn't think so, more like a master and a reluctant slave, Casseus was a bit of a bully, she had little to no choice in anything really. At least she had dressed herself today though, and at least it wasn't another club. As he gave a glass of champagne she sipped at it, her eyes fixed on the black straps that bound her stiletto's to her feet. <br><br>When the car stopped she let him help her out of the car and she tilted her head back, glancing up at the gothic inspired building in slight awe, smiling. It was beautiful, wonderful, she could almost imagine she was going into a church or a castle. She was guided forward by the demon, her eyes darting around her to take in all the details, silent but wide eyed with delight at the beauty and novelty, rather like a young child in a candy store. Once in their private box she went to the edge of the balcony for a moment, putting a slight distance between them to clear her head before sinking into the seat at his side, shivering as his hand, so hot and strong, touched her knee and slid upward, encountering little to no resistance from her thin gown to cup at the apex of her legs. A soft gasp parted her lips and she licked them, nodding slowly.<br><br>"I....always wanted to see an Opera, or a play....the ballet. Things I heard about from others. This is my first visit to earth."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Celestial Confusion [Samael Grimaldi &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 18:04:01</strong>
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				<br>“Truly there is nothing quite as mood setting and beautiful as a well written opera,” as he spoke lavish words the tips of his fingers kneaded into the part of her vagina through the thin fabric of the scantly panties he had selected for her; the bit of moisture already forming brought a smile to his handsomely twisted face.<br><br>Just as a light sigh of pleasure left her alluring lips he stood from the couch they sat upon and moved to the curtains that separated their balcony from the adjacent hallway; on the other side stood a pair of well dressed ushers to ensure they had a picture perfect evening.<br><br>“Gentlemen,” his hands rest on their shoulders and that brief touch allowed him to flood their minds with his influence and fill them with the inspiration required for them to complete the tasks he was about to lay out for them. “My guest and I would appreciate it if you could ensure that no one interrupts us; no matter what you hear, no matter who comes calling don’t let them get by this curtain”<br><br>When he returned to his seat he tossed aside before sinking down next to his guest; without pause he pressed close to her lithe body, the hot tips of his fingers trickled down her neck in a slow motion until they tickled the exposed cleavage bared by her dress. A deep breath left his lips as they found the curve of her neck; the flesh was so sweet and tempting it sent fire rushing through his body.<br><br>“I promised you an evening of beautiful music; it can inspire the most intimate of pleasures and tonight you’ll learn the true beauty of every intimate pleasure that your body holds the key to” his fingers found the thin straps holding up her gown and in a swift motion it fell down to pool at her waist leaving those heavenly white mounds of womanly flesh visible to the cool air.<br><br>Strong hands encompassed her firm breasts bringing her small pink nipples to his lips so that he might suckle until it grew as hard as he now was. Flesh rolled gently in his grasp, caressing every curve and nerve until he elicited a moan that made him ache with need.<br><br>“Don’t be afraid, the crowd won’t hear us over the serene sounds from the stage; any noise you make should meld harmoniously along with that delightful song” his left hand dropped and hiked the skirt of her dress up until he could see her purple lace panties. When his fingers lifted the edge he felt her breathing halt; soon his hand disappeared beneath the fabric so that his fingers could stroke slowly against her clitoris.<br><br>“You feel so good; it’s time that you learned how to make me feel good as well” his other hand reluctantly left her perky breasts to grasp her wrist, bringing it to the zipper of his dress pants. His strength guided her until she lowered it down over his bulge before pushing her hand through the opening to find his hardened cock. <br><br>“How does it feel to hold a man in your hand?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Celestial Confusion [Samael Grimaldi &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 07:19:02</strong>
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				She was surprised that he would care about mood or setting, he seemed to simply take what he wanted and where he wanted it, but at least tonight it was an opera rather then the horrid garnishness of a night club. That didn't make her shock any less, nor her shame any smaller when he pressed the tips of his fingers into her body, teasing folds that couldn't seem to help responding with moisture and a desire that made her weep within. He was all too smug of her, of her body, and she could do nothing to grainsay him, the game, yes, they played a game, yet she felt as if she had already lost. And a part of her enjoyed this, heaven help her if it could.<br><br>Her lips parted, unbidden to releases a soft, muted sound of pleasure though she tried to with hold it, to withhold anything she could from him. She was grateful when he left her suddenly, breath rushing out as she slumped against the couch, trembling and closing her eyes. She tried to find some sort of steel to hold her, or ice to freeze her blood and make her cold to him, but she knew the moment the demon touched her once again she would melt, unwilling but unable to resist the lure he cast for her with his body and his deft touch. She had never wished anyone ill in her life, but she had to wonder if he perhaps did not deserve the damnation he had.<br><br>He came back too soon.<br><br>Arianne inhaled and tried to stiff her body, her form stiff but then he touched her, his fingers teasing down her pale soft skin to touch her breasts. She knew he wasn't unmoved by her, her form was perfect and he lusted for it, the things he did were not just to break her, but for his own desires. And some small part of her felt better for the slight signs of desire, of need that lingered in the air. Yet any awakening fire faltered under his words as her beautiful eyes widened with shock and dismay at his words. He wasn't going to allow her to just enjoy the music, the opera, no he would corrupt it with the sinful pleasures of the flesh. And what was worse was she found herself wanting it, wanting his touch and the way his blue eyes smoldered when set upon her. <br><br>When he tugged down her gown she let out a mewling sound of dismay, too shocked to really struggle or scream, and yet at the same time too aware of those around them, of what he might do if she resisted too much. Mortified her eyes shut tight, but he wouldn't just leave her be, no he touched her, his hot, strong hands cupping and taking her breasts within them. And then his mouth. Oh his mouth! A gasp of delight fled her lips as he suckled at her like a babe might at his mother's breast, only this had a darker, more sensual taste then that, a taste that rode heavy through the air and made her press her legs together. In shame she tried to say it was only the cool air that hardened her rose nipples to nubs of aching tightness, but it was not the truth. He did.<br><br>Ari moaned for him, his words only partly reassuring. He would play her like a master upon his instrument of choice, he would make her sing for him. And she had as much value to the demon as such an object, at the same time unable to resist anymore then a violin could when played upon or a piano's keys tickled. It was with morbid anticipation she felt his hand move up her dress, baring her panties to his sight. When his hand slipped beneath her breath stopped, when he touched her clit again she whimpered, squirming into the sure stroke of his clever fingers. The flames of passion were licking her body again and she couldn't resist it, not even as much as she had the night before. <br><br>She tried to struggle when he caught her hand with his and guided it to him, to his body. She could feel his other hand play so deftly amid the folds of her pussy and it caused her thoughts to haze. Then her hand touched the hot, hard flesh of his cock and she jerked like branded, a soft, breathless moan leaving her lips. Her violet eyes were tormented, torn and tortured as he asked her his question and she trembled, from the pleasure, from shame, from all the emotions. Yet she could not be still, not as he played his notes upon her most intimate parts, the hand upon his thickness squeezed it suddenly with a catch of her breath when he stroked over a particularly sensitive spot, a whimper sounding again before her fingers played down the length of him, tears falling from her amethyst eyes. <br><br>"I think....I am only a instrument to you....so play your music but leave me my own thoughts."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Celestial Confusion [Samael Grimaldi &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 00:38:08</strong>
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				<br>A groan sounded from his lips that carried such delight it put shame to the fires of hell that had spawned him; as those slender fingers slipped with slow grace down his hardening shaft he shivered violently and slipped his pants down around his knees. In response to her nervous touch his fingers pressed hard inside of her tight vice until she was full, only when a moan left her lips did his wrist turn a slow path so that his thumb might find her clitoris and play it with deft skill.<br><br>“You talk too much, and think far too much” the handsome devil smiled wide as he witnessed her delight and the struggle that kept her from fully giving in to the ambrosia within her grasp.<br><br>“Tell me you don’t want what you hold, tell me honestly and I’ll stop” it was with an air of confidence that he said these words, the glimmer in her eyes assured him that she wouldn’t be able to muster a true protest.<br><br>In a swift motion he grasped her wrist and jerked her hand up and down much faster, he groaned her name and in a few short seconds he was completely engorged and swelling to the point where her grip nearly burst. The music had started and it resounded with a booming crescendo that would mask any sound they made; he stood up swiftly and pulled her along to the edge of their balcony.<br><br>As they reached the railing he pressed her body to the cold stone, their eyes met in a moment of intensity where she could see the swirling emotion and need burning in his gaze. Her ass was pressed hard to the stone, trapping her between it and his hard body; he could feel the hard tip of his eager cock rubbing the inside of her thigh and in his starving lust he drove his lips against hers in a torrent of pent up passion. The silken tip of his tongue pried her lips apart so that he could skilfully violate her mouth and taste the sweetness of her.<br><br>“Mmmph” was the only sound that escaped as their mouths danced and his hands lifted her legs up around his waist; the slickness of her vagina coated his teasing fingers and he rubbed it across his hardened shaft before driving his hips forward and penetrating her fully. It was a near flawless entry thanks to her soaking arousal and once inside he let out an earth shattering groan to vibrate down her throat. Her muscles clenched his size so hard that his grip on her ass became iron instinctually; he moved slowly allowing her to get a feel for his size but once he felt her relax an ounce he began to drive her to the stone.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Celestial Confusion [Samael Grimaldi &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 02:24:29</strong>
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				She had not thought to summon such sounds by him, to make him tremble for the touch of her hand. Was there some power in this then? To give him pleasure but to take in return , to be equal instead of a pawn merely bound by her oaths to heaven. No, she was not a pawn to heaven, but she was held to her oaths, yet she did not think touching him would break them, it couldn't truly, could it? Her thoughts whirled in her head as she shivered for her touch and his pants moved further, baring the hard columns of muscle and flesh that were his legs. Her breath caught, hitching as his two fingers plundered so deep into her body she thought she might split from it, so tight she was, though the way he touched and the feeling of his thumb brushing against the same nub of pleasure from the night before made her slick and damp to accommodate such. <br><br>Perhaps she did, think too much, the angel glanced at him, her heavenly beauty and innocence around her yet somehow all the more tender and meaningful for the fact that her virgin hand grasped the growing hardness of his cock within it. She blushed at his words but couldn't withhold the whimper that his sure strokes summoned from her lips. Arianne glanced away from him at his words of denying the pleasure he gave her, could she really? The blue eyed devil knew too well just where to touch, just what words to whisper to slowly break her resolve and she found herself torn, for even though she was certain it was a grave sin her body longed for the release he had shown in the night before. In all her years she had never known a blinding pleasure to compare to the abandon his hands forced upon her body whether she willed it or no. <br><br>"I...don't thin....." her words were cut off when he suddenly forced her hand to move upon the flesh it held, and her gaze flew back to him, violet eyes wide with shock as she felt him grow harder and thicker within her grasp. He was so large, and like satin over steel, hard, soft and so very hot. The girl shivered softly, biting down on her lower lip, all words lost for the moment as she listened to his seductive voice as it groaned out her name. <br><br>Ari came to her feet when he pulled her, stumbling at first, unsteady in the heels he seemed to like her to wear but also dazed with the lust and passion pouring through a body that had never felt any such aching before. The music soared around her, filling her ears like a chorus in heaven might, but this wouldn't happen in heaven, he wouldn't be there in heaven. And part of her was not happy at that thought, though a very small part of her it was. <br><br>The angel tilted back her head to look up at him, her throat working as his blue gaze seemed to reach deep into her soul and hold her there, trapped by the sheer power of him. She was not his equal. Her breathing came a touch too fast, nerves fluttered through her but for once she was not tormented upon whether this was right or wrong, when he looked at her like that those thoughts fluttered away, she had never thought to have anyone look at her so. She was an angel, pure and pristine, above passions, above need, yet he needed her body at the least, his body, his touch and eyes spoke of it, and it touched the small part of her soul that had remained hidden away for what seemed an eternity. She let him back her up against the balcony's side, feeling the hard surface of the stone press into her sweetly curved ass, feeling trapped, prey before a predator. Only she wasn't thinking about running. <br><br>His body was all around her, the smell of him overwhelming and while she didn't press into him with eager abandon she didn't flinch away from him either. Her lips parted before his demanding kiss, gasping with surprise even as his tongue invaded the hot sweetness of her mouth and possessed it, leaving her powerless to his will. She kissed him back, shyly in her own manner, instead of just receiving his kisses in the shocked manner of the night before. Heavens, later she would regret this, but not now, not here. She moaned softly into his skillful, his tongue so ardent that even an angel could not remain unmoved. <br><br>Was this what it felt like to fall?<br><br>The girl let him lift her legs, wrapping them around his waist as he guided, feeling his fingers and cock both so close to the very core of her body. Dimly she felt worried, after all she should tell him, she had never done this, but then he had to know, he would take care not to.....and then he was within her, thrusting so deep and hard she screamed into his kiss, the opera's aria soaring around her and cloaking any lesser sound she might make. Tears sprung unbidden to her eyes at the pain that laced through her form and she pushed at his shoulders, trying to get away though he held her too tightly for her to move much. She wept into his kiss, feeling the pain and thought coming back to speak of it as the price for sin, only the first to come for this wrongful act. <br><br>But Casseus had no mercy nor thought for her, his large size stretching virginal depths of her body as he moved himself in and out. And in the end, her body betrayed her, as all bodies do, finding pleasure as the friction roused her passion again, the pleasure soaring through her like the opera that filled her ears. But there was blood between her thighs and tears upon her cheeks. <br><br>Pleasure, but at what cost?
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