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 Posted: Fri Jul 26, 2013 9:58 am
The port is perhaps the biggest city other than Uuma inside of Aramil. Unlike the other cities, Port Acedia is above the surface of the water. It is also a large center of trade in the Ocean. It's design is intricate and complex. One could find a lot of items here, though it doesn't mean they can necessarily afford it. Items found here and in stores are very highly priced.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 9:08 pm
 ＩＮＣＵＢＵＳ ♛ ＫＮＩＧＨＴ
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The port city of Acedia... Azra'el was certainly no stranger to the civilization of pompous pricks and overpriced wares, but it had certainly expanded since his last visit. The Incubi stereotypically preferred Nocturne for it's scantily clad women and effortlessly spread legs. Being chained to one place was no fun though, and after one of his past lovers had threatened suicide if monogamy was not an option for them, the embodiment of desire decided a change of scenery was in order; though only after making sure the desperate vixen had walked in on him bedding another woman so she would make good on the self destructive threat.
Finely crafted leather soles glide their way across the dance floor, pheromones leaking from his body and into the air. It certainly wasn't needed, but god damn was it satisfying to watch marionettes dance upon blackened and deteriorated heartstrings. One such in particular catches eyes currently matching the tone of holy silver, plump lips and long bleached locks; ample peaks threatening to spill out of the red sequined cocktail dress donned.
A single clawed hand beckons in a come hither motion, and of course she has no choice to obey. Not a single word is exchanged; not even names before pelvis presses to backside, the thrum of bass and treble coordinating pace of gyrating motions. Stygian talons fade away, and brazen tendrils shamelessly slide up a sun kissed column in search of forbidden fruit. Fangs sink into the slick and sweaty throat, and his current target of affection whimpers, frantically pressing against digits like a b***h in heat. Quicksilver is shuttered away from the world as sweet sanguine reaches tongue and is savored far more than current pleasurable company.
When they open to reveal the world once more, temptation at it's finest is now seated at the bar; like a gift unexpectedly dropped down the soot stained chimney chute. Rosy red lips, raven hair, and a prismatic set of hues that the demon simply had to see peering up at him in sensual ecstasy. The view of such finely crafted artwork is only gifted for a short moment though, before back turns and she faces the bartender.
I think... I've had enough of you. Ever fleeting favor immediately grows bored with the current plaything, fingers withdrawing instantly from soaked holy lands. Her climax was near, only seconds away in fact; though it would not be granted by the embodiment of satan. A whimper of displeasure, followed by a desperate whisper failing miserably to draw the suitor back in. "Stop teasin-" Speech is just as abruptly cut off as pleasure, an earth shattering smack to her a** sending the woman stumbling and falling into the mass of grinding and sweaty bodies. "Get the ******** outta here." It is growled as irises shift to heliotrope, before Azra'el stalks his way over to the bar, licking sweet nectar from glazed tips.
Casually seated a space away from the current center of attention, a glass of clear liquor poured over a single sphere of ice is ordered. Sipping leisurely, he watches with amusement as customer after customer is ignored. This one would not be nearly as easy as the last. Huh... Well i've always liked a challenge. Nym gets particularly nasty with one patron, verbal warning cracking like a whip that only served to make ebony heart gallop like a racehorse; skipping the occasional beat. Sliding one stool over after a moment, they now sit side by side. "If you want him to go away, why the hell are you threatening him with a good time? This might be just a hunch, but he looks like the type of guy that would ride your fist into the sunset if you let him."
crystal clear substance is raised to bold vessels to hide a swiftly spreading devious grin, practically drained as composure is regained. Liquid warms the belly of the beast, encouraging and emboldening even as it muddles thoughts. All natural temptation continues to draw in many a lusting stare of need; jaws shamelessly dropping as gravitation is imminent. Violet vices hold interest in only thing though; the demoness who's very posture and demeanor spelled out trouble in blatant capital letters.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2016 12:52 am
ＩＮＣＵＢＵＳ ♛ ＫＮＩＧＨＴ
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"Me? well I-" Nevermind, I forgot I don't care. Mischievous grin drops in an instant, trails of confusion marring an otherwise flawless brow. What was this nonsense? Never in hell's nine circles had Azra'el encountered a problem like this. Descendants of angels had worshipped his body for the temple it was, and yet here the temptress shrugged him off like a stray animal. Never had he been so aggravated... Or so turned on. Confidence falters; though only for a moment. After all, weren't hurdles the most exciting part of an obstacle course?
Flitting away with the mere mortal, patience is truly tried and tested. The demonic twain stare deeply into each other's souls; his currently tainted with rage and an unbearable longing. Royal purple oceans flare with terrible carmine as grip tightens and glass inadvertently shatters; tiny slivers and shards embedding themselves within pink palm, alcohol stinging fresh wounds. Adrenaline is brought with pain and disdain, sharp inhale taken as sensation borderlining sheer ecstasy floods every nerve in his body. Seduction backfires tenfold, and she uses the puppet's flexible sexuality to it's fullest extent. Rueful scythe like split reveals razor fangs, and of course the incubi rolls with the punches attempting to knock him off kilter. Like a ventriloquist, all he needed to do was pull the right strings.
Waving their mutual lap dog over, Azra'el stands. Serpentine appendage sprouts from lower back, wavering idly as the human hesitantly approaches. "I've always been the type of guy to try anything once. You want to suck me, right?" they gravitate towards one another, mere inches away as tail's tip touches against the enthralled's bottom petal and tugs it down to reveal teeth. A flash of malice in crimson lanterns, it is far too late to back out now. "Well try it. I hope you've got a deep throat."
As the last word is spoken, the tail's tip forcibly inserts itself between parted vessels. Further it ventures, veins at the neck bulging and horrified visage widening as inch after inch of the glossy appendage is shoved down his wind pipe. Face begins to redden, and Azra'el giggles in sickening delight. The victim's pain elicited a high close to sensual climax, Vibrant sanguine hues shifting to ruddy orange as the last of the tail's length embeds itself within a struggling gullet, never once breaking eye contact with the demoness. Palms frantically grasp and scrabble at the unwanted invader, but a vicious hooking fist into the gut stops all resistance as he doubles over in agony. Tears stream freely, mucus bubbling and leaking as he gags over and over.
Only when the face is bright purple is mercy granted, flexible branch withdrawing from it's current hidey hole. It was covered in slime, blood, and mucus; a problem easily remedied by wiping off refuse onto the unfortunate soul's expensive designer outfit. Crouching down next to the one gasping and struggling, taloned tips brush softly along chiseled cheek. "What's the matter baby? Didn't you enjoy that as much as I did?" Tenderly stated, grip quickly snags up a collar and pulls him up to full height. Lips only inches from the human's ear, a threat and promise bundled into one are issued. "Come within ten feet of her again, and next time i'll shove that tail so far down your throat it'll come out of that hole you use to s**t and take d**k. Got it?"
Before an answer can be given he is shoved away towards the door; the most merciful act committed thus far. "Some people just can't handle how rough I tend to be with them... It gets frustrating. Nobody that claims to like it 'rough' ever enjoys what I give to them." Slivers of glass are fished out of open cuts, tainted crystal falling to the ground. Tink. tink. tink.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2016 11:00 pm
ＩＮＣＵＢＵＳ ♛ ＫＮＩＧＨＴ
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This one was as hard to read as encrypted coding; finely crafted facade remaining impassive, which incited insanity far worse than downright disapproval. All of that effort and she still sat, unperturbed and pretty as a peach. This demon of desire could not stop their game even if he wanted to at this point though; for the ball was already in the court, and would be played until the fat lady sung out to the high heavens. "People with the biggest bark tend to have the softest bites. It's no surprise that the quieter ones tend to have less restraint; which says quite a bit about you."
Quicksilver brow rises as peach pink heart and lifelines are offered. Nonetheless his own is wrought forth; tended to by slick vessel that laps up the remains of sanguine, liquor, and sugary sweet debauchery. Fangs snag against a lower lip as dull orange lanterns die out before turning the same color as tending tongue. Bubbly mirth escapes in the form of brash chuckle, shrugging as disappointment is vocalized. Though he was no djinn, this wish would be a trivial matter to grant. "If you want one, all you gotta do is ask; I don't mind sharing my toys. Blonde, or perhaps even a redhead? Fire crotches tend to be the most fun in my opinion. 'No' isn't really in their vocabulary once you've got them on their knees." A generous offer as yet another glass is proffered, straight gin poured once more over a globe of frost. It would be all too easy for Azra'el to acquiesce the request, as even now several pieces of fleshy bait wriggled upon their hooks nearby; wanting and unashamed stares bathing the disastrous duo in jealous and ever longing lime light; practically reflecting off of both their sets of glossy horns.
Drafted idly, saccharine tainted sanguine smears against crystalline cylinder. A small gasping sigh released as it is nearly finished in the single quaff. The three fourths empty container finds itself placed upon lacquered wood, tulips wiped free of alcohol and inadvertently smeared with vermillion lifeblood. Arches furrow as he struggles to recall the unholy dame's name, before realization hits that introductions were still in order. Easily overlooked in such a scandalous scene, he seeks to remedy the minor transgression this instant.
"You never said your name, love. Care to share it with the class?" Names were power, though few failed to realize it. Aside from this, what was he supposed to be moaning later on if not that? Sensual pet names and dirty swearing only got you so far in the bedroom, after all. Her name would gladly be sung all the way up to Olympus and back down to the depths of Tartarus, burned and carved upon the plains of the living if it were only to be granted.
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2016 1:15 pm
ＩＮＣＵＢＵＳ ♛ ＫＮＩＧＨＴ
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Cut off mid inquiry, musing visage is marred by wrinkling forehead. "The ******** kind of name is no?" interrogated coyly as forms press together, a mere brush of bodies as inky talons graze bare midriff. A change of scenery is suggested, the remainder of fiery poison downed as payment is slapped down alongside hers. "Lead the way... 'No'." Pointed tendrils boldly trek, blazing a trail south that is destined to remain uncompleted as the beautifully painted picture pries itself away from carefully chiseled masonry.
Swaying hips serve as a guiding beacon while broad shoulders carve a way through the throng, ignoring sensual invitations and the occasional desperate snag at ivory coat and scarred wrists. Piqued appetite swiftly grows voracious, eager for just a taste of forbidden fruit. She is no eve though, veins coursing with venom of the serpent just below surface. Breathing room is breached, temperature dropping more than a notch as they break the throng of bodily heat and odors. Metronomic hypnotism left him transfixed. Irresistible miasmic aura or not, it was clear who the current ring leader was; though he'd never admit it. Running the show wherever he pleased, strings that could ventriloquize and control would never be willingly relinquished.
Even from behind the door, a harsh slap of invigorating agony forces charcoal ventricles to skip several beats. Regarded with an interrogative visage, she refuses to indulge silent questions. Why ruin the surprise, right? The closer they get, the further drenched in misery he becomes. It was not unlike an amphetamine; Sending thoughts haywire, amping adrenaline and giving enough physical prowess to take on a miniature army.
Planted right next to Nymeria, they are practically hip to hip. "What the hell are they d-" Cut short as fleece is pulled away from the wolf's eyes, shameless sadism put on display for only the most depraved. A sharp gasp pierces lungs, flagrant delight gracing masculine features. Exponential expansion comes with the addition to his own suffering, fangs digging into bottom petal with just as much vile voracity as lacquered tips into open slits. Silvery locks cant closer and tulips are poised only inches from a lobe; though eyes never leave the provocative scene just ahead, not wanting to miss a single moment of such blood and glory.
"I don't think you realize... What this is doing to me." salacious whisper accompanies the hellward guidance of conjoined grasps; pressing to unholy obelisk erected in honor of pain, of entwined taboo sadism and masochism; and her. It was all he wanted wrapped into one. Was this a dream? If so, it had to be the closest to a wet one ever achieved. Nervous system and mental caverns flooded to the brim with anarchic induced ecstasy, even the queen of hearts couldn't take the head of a man who had already lost his long ago.
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2016 11:32 pm
ＩＮＣＵＢＵＳ ♛ ＫＮＩＧＨＴ
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Mounting lust rises with every newly carved line upon the unwilling's body, every scream of agony wrenched from their body a melodious tune Azra'el wishes he could stick on replay. Hourglass temptation presses heavily against carefully constructed marble, pearly gates opening only to slam shut inches away from jugular vein. Ruby ichor flows forth to reach eagerly awaiting tastebuds, lapped up just as quickly as droplets are proffered. Oculars widen, fleshy pink protrusion dragging across bloodied vessels as fuchsia stars widen to the size of saucers.
"Damn right I d-OoOoOOH!" stony columns straighten to their full length, toes curling inside of designer leather as he attempts to worm away from the all powerful grasp. She is by far the superior in strength though, and orbs roll within their casings as the pain is merely enjoyed; far different from any experienced before. Nymeria was the one driving this crazy train, and all desire's child could do was moan and whimper unintelligible needs while hanging on for the ride.
Glossy claws rip their way up her right side, pain just as fleeting as wounds that heal right before attentive visage. So quick was recovery that not a single drop of sanguine gushed forth to mar her pretty little get up. Resting upon a single fleshy peak, it is groped roughly whilst straining textile shamelessly grinds into iron strong bond. Windows to the soul clash in a struggle for power, fanged canine sinking into lower petal for the uncounted time that night. Not much more of this could be taken before he gave into primal instinct, and Azra'el knows this.
Already close enough, features cant forward only an inch or two further so that tulips brush to lobe; as far as they can go with teeth still holding fleshy throat hostage. "Do you have somewhere more... Private we could go? I'd hate for somebody to accidentally walk in on me ruining your skirt."
As if on cue, sly digits highly experienced in this sort of craft brazenly unhook cupping support; unleashing the hounds (or mounds) of hell. Milky columns may not be nearly as easy to spread as was the custom, but it just made this all the more thrilling. The prospect of possible denial had never been on the table before, and now that it was Azra'el would do everything in his power to knock it right back off; regardless of how far it drove him down the rabbit hole to madness.
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2016 3:00 pm
ＩＮＣＵＢＵＳ ♛ ＫＮＩＧＨＴ
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The show must go on, and it's leading lady puts on quite the performance. Composure remains uncracked, cool as a cucumber whilst paying heathenous homage to unholy monolith. Pressure finally relents, and pent up breath finally escapes in the rapid form of a gasp.
Before inhalation can be given a chance though, stars explode in his vision as cheek is stung by demonic wrath of a disgruntled hornet. It failed to discourage the Incubus in the slightest, piquing interest further even as it incites equal amounts of euphoria and pain. She's so damn feisty... Can't wait to see how she acts when those panties come off. Just as quick as Nymeria is to smite the heretic is she grant ascension, features putty in soft hands as honeyed words reach eager and wanting ears. You haven't earned it. Yet. Ears perk up, challenge issued with the renewal of hope.
Even as separation occurs, thoughts are already whirring like broken gears spinning at a million miles an hour. Well then on Lilith and everything that is unholy, i'm gonna ******** earn it. Wait and see. "You have no idea..." It is murmured in a dreamy, hazed tone; wanting nothing more than to push forward through the grasp and conjoin tulips; to meld twin fleshy pink protrusions together as one whole.
Azra'el is up and at it before she can even finish her rhetoric question, following at her heel. "Don't gotta ask me twice. Take me away, love." Coppery ichor is wiped from ravenous maw and neckline, the latter beading and swelling back up to gush over just as soon as it is cleansed.
Not exactly eager to wade back through an ocean of reeking bodies, far worse would be done all for the sake of keeping the hellish vixen's attention. So much for being the prize upon a pedestal, right? Who knew that in a span of less than an hour, she would have the self proclaimed sex god willing to swim through the fire and thistles of hell for a single night of pleasure? always one to make fun of other members of his race that fell into this very unfortunate predicament; but now the shoe was on the other foot, and he really couldn't care less. Not with the tick tock momentum of swaying curvature stealing and sealing away everything that came to mind save for one topic.
[Exit w/ Nym]
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2016 12:15 pm
It was always a curious thing, the thought process of mortals. They never noticed what was right in front of them: their own morality. How those who would seem themselves above the power of humanity, only to feel it's wrath clasp around their throat and squeeze the life out of them. He cleaned his sword's blade of the blood of another such individual. A vampire beliving him an easy meal. The vampire was not even fit to become a risen corpse under Lucien's control. He had seen much, much worse over his life times, but barely anything weaker.
Being within the realm of demons seemed to be a stupid decision, as he had no real aim or goal in mind at the moment besides he broader agenda. However, something about this place in particular drew him in as a siren's call to a willing audience. He had learned that these gut instincts were not to be ignored; something was about to happen. He only needed to assess what. It could be minor, it could be major. Regardless, following this pull would lead to something interesting if nothing else. The history of death and war made this the perfect first area to scour and investigate.
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