The Favored Daughter

My name is Kasdeya, daughter of Azazel and Lilith. Marvel RP

[daughterofthemillenium-blog]

[dead-bird-blog-blog]

He winced as she massaged his scalp with her elegant hand and gulping down the the thick saliva that was pooling in his mouth, from the sticky toffee. Licking his lips nervously as she toyed with his long silky hair, he contemplated on what she planned to do with him next. The woman…man, doesn’t seem to want to kill him anymore, or so he thought.

“Well, I would like to go home,” technically and truthfully that was on his mind.

[daughterofthemillenium-blog]

"Well, that's a shame, little one. Because I am not done with you," she purred into his ear, giving it a quick little lick. Her breath was hot in his ear, and her grip on him was possessive. It was clear that she wanted him. "I am not done with you, by far." Kasdeya laved her tongue along the shell of his ear. The fingers along his arm were soft, strong, and insistent. "Tell me something about you, little bird. Something that isn't you wanting to go home, because that isn't happening yet."

[dead-bird-blog-blog]

Even if it was poisoned, Sparrow didn’t think he had a choice to refuse the sweet. He parted his pink lips, letting the buttery sweet toffee slipped past them and letting the candy settled on his tongue. It tasted normal for the most part milky, syrupy sweet with a hint of salt almost. He had to admit it was damn near delicious, but given the circumstances he just let the piece melted in his mouth. 

His skin raised goosebumps as she raked her now boyish hands through his hair. The little bird kept his gray eyes on her new face, studying the new figure and malicious smile. 

” You have siblings?” he asked, half interested half hoping that casual conversation would distract her from hurting him for a bit longer. 

[daughterofthemillenium-blog]

"Two direct siblings. They've been hanging about with the humans, Belial and Astaroth." She nearly spat the first name, though gentled considerably on the second. "And a great many half siblings. Mostly brothers. Papa does have a tendency to become busy with women of all sorts. Men, as well, though the opportunity for men to produce offspring is saddeningly slim with most species." Her fingers continued to roam his scalp, twisting hair between her fingers, and giving her little bird the head massage that most did not live through. She wasn't going to kill him, though. Not this dear sweet little birdy that she wanted to fuck ragged, wanted to watch breathe as he slept and she teased him into coming for her. No, she was not about to kill her little bird.

"Come, now," her voice was regal and imperious as she gave commands pitched lower than her normal tone. "Tell me, my little bird, what is going on in your mind?" Long fingers pulled on his hair as she peered down at him, her neck seeming impossibly long and slender, adam's apple poised serenely. Long and thin and lithe, she was exactly what she wanted to be, at all times. She wasn't used to being told no, and never took the little two-letter word a an answer, except from her father.

[dead-bird-blog-blog]

Well, hot damn.

Sparrow cursed as he tried really, really hard not to check out the she-devil now he-devil new form. He flinched again and pressed his back impossibly tighter to the wall and tilted his head to the side, in a futile attempt to get away from the demon. 

” Okay, that’s fantastic for you, but that doesn’t mean that this is/you are my wet dream, ” he muttered while drawing a little blush from his cheeks, ” what if I’m into elaborate  sex machine contraptions? Or things that has to do with a hamster and toilet paper tube? Or better yet, those things that Japanese people in their pornographies and hentai. You just met me, you don’t me.” ok, so he had no idea where all of this back talking, bravery or stupidity came from all of the sudden. Deep down inside he just hoped that maybe this will appeal to Kasdeya’s better nature some how, and that it would save his sorry cowering butt.

[daughterofthemillenium-blog]

An amused smile crossed Kasdeya's face, the same smile as before, full of danger and sultry intrigue, but it stretched differently across this new face. There were more teeth, a wider curve to the bottom lip, a sweeter edge to the corners of her mouth. The little birdy had guts, she had to give him that. And quite the imagination, earning him more bonus points. She found herself becoming almost fond of the crazy little fucker. She pulled a toffee from a pocket, and unwrapped it, holding it out against Sparrow's lips as she took the smallest of steps away from him.

"It's not poisoned. Same sweeties as I give my dear elder brother. Eat, little bird," she encouraged, raising her other hand to rake through his hair. 

She could smell him, so sweet against all else that soured the air around them. 

[daughterofthemillenium-blog]

This is most definitely one of my favorite male forms.

Yes... This body is quite pleasing.

[dead-bird-blog-blog]

Okay, demon, devil, close enough. Good to know that she would fix him if she broke him, but he would prefer to be interacted and not broken to begin with. Maybe he should’ve harden the paper and not let her burst them into useless pile of ashes. The little bird was so trapped and knew it, there was no way he could escape her grasp and he had know idea what her malicious powers were either. He flinched away from her touch as goosebumps rose on his flesh, uncomfortable at the sharp nails at grazed his skin.

” Nice to meet you Kasdeya, ” he met eyes with her again, ” and although I would agree that you do probably come from my nightmare, I highly doubt you were involved in any sort of wet dreams that I’ve ever had. ” well, if he was going to die, might as well as go out sassing right? 

[daughterofthemillenium-blog]

A grin crept across the demon princess's face. This child had one holy hell of a mouth on him. She liked it when her toys talked back, it made the world ever so much fun. And this one... Even the look on his adorable little face was fierce. She did the only sensible thing. Laughter erupted from her throat, more syrupy-sweet than nails on a chalkboard, though the noise was still more than a little harsh.

"Well, well, little bird. Looks like you have a crow on you." Kasdeya gave his cheek a pat, and stepped away, just far enough to transform herself into her favorite male body. Long limbs, thin, lanky build, angular jaw, compact muscles, and fairly well-endowed. She had stolen it off of a man she had met some years ago, though it looked much, much better on her. She knew how to move this form's hips just suggestively enough. Her hands rested on either side of Sparrow's head and she leaned in close, blowing at his hair.

"I would take back that comment about not being a wet dream, though. I am whatever I want to be."

[daughterofthemillenium-blog]

bamfatnight started following you

Well, well, well... Papa has been busy this century. Hello, little one, my name is Kasdeya. Now. Are you like Astaroth, and shall I bring you sweeties, or are you more the type for pleasures of the flesh?

[dead-bird-blog-blog]

Oh, god. What in the world did he just stepped into?

Thinking that he might have accidentally summoned the devil or something, he panicked and yanked away from her terrifying grasp. The stench of sulfur and burning brimstone in the air was over whelming as they assaulted all of his senses. His eyes watered a bit as he turned to face the terrifying woman, and just for a split second he could see her form being distorted. 

“Who are you?” Sparrow asked, trying to keep the fright out of his voice while eying the wicked brewing clouds. There was no need to hide his mutation now, since she was clearly a threat to his well being. The boy quickly let the pieces origami birds float fly out of his pocket and lined them up in front of himself for protection from—well, whatever the woman really was. 

[daughterofthemillenium-blog]

"Who am I, little thing? I, I am a demon, as you can well tell." Her tail twitched behind her, as she grinned and stalked closer to Sparrow. Se waved her hand, and the tiny oragami birds burst into flames. "Paper doesn't last well in the demonic realm, though now I know your powers, little bird." She was just beginning to have fun with the short little mutant. "So not a birdy mutation. I still want to know whether your bones are hollow."

She was still stalking towards the little man, pressing him closer and closer to a tree. It wouldn't be hard to catch him even if he did decide to run. "I could say that I'm your worst nightmare. But I'm not. That would be my brother. I'm much kinder than him. I always fix my toys." She ran a finger up under his chin, and her thumb along the edge of his jaw. "No, no, I am Kasdeya. I come somewhere between nightmare and wet dream."

[daughterofthemillenium-blog]

bowandarrowtype started following you

*looks him up and down* Hm. Hello. You are rather sure of yourself.

[bowandarrowtype-blog]

A displeased scowl appeared, “I could say the same of you.” His arms crossed as he partly glared at the lady before him while still checking her out.

[daughterofthemillenium-blog]

She laughed at the silly little human, and created herself a seat from the air. "I have every reason to be sore of myself, young one." She sat as though the simple chair was a throne, crossing her legs elegantly.

[daughterofthemillenium-blog]

bowandarrowtype started following you

*looks him up and down* Hm. Hello. You are rather sure of yourself.

[umm-anthea-blog]

Anthea’s eyes squeezed shut, a desperate whine ripped from her chest, not knowing that she wanted the thrill of the threat, the thrill of having something keeping the air from reaching her lungs. But as soon as it started, it stopped, and Anthea was left breathless. Her mind was barely capable of keeping up with the words pouring fro Kasdeya’s mouth and the fingers of one hand gingerly laid themselves on the juncture where Kasdeya’s neck met shoulder, nails digging in deep as a soft noise worked it’s way out of Anthea’s throat.

Her eyes were barely open — one completely screwed shut and the other barely peeking out through her eyelashes — enough to see the blood staining Kasdeya’s tongue, but it was enough for elicit a short, terrified noise out of her which was immediately overrun by a noise of complete disbelieve when the pain spreading around the front of her neck dissipated. “Wh… Wha…” Anthea mumbled, fingers traveling up the demon’s neck to twine in the hair at the back of her head. She shook her own head to clear her thoughts, trying to recall what Kasdeya had been talking before her tongue was laving at Anthea’s exposed, bleeding throat. “Are you? Lying I mean. To gain someon-thing you want..”

[daughterofthemillenium-blog]

The precious little pet had reached out to her. That was good. Reached out, and dared dig nail into Satan's daughter. That was even better. This was already promising to be one of Kasdeya's better toys, this little delicate thing with trust for a demon. Trust that was in every way misguided, and probably the most stupid thing the child had done in her pitifully short life. "Touching me, now? Well, you ought to be glad that I am not my brother, made of vengeful wrath and hate. Mother always did like him best." A bitter laugh brushed over Anthea's face, scented with burning and a heat that no normal person could produce. "Because you are daring. If I was Bel... Oh, if I was Bel, your pretty throat would be in ribbons. For daring to touch me, for daring to assume that you know my motives." She turned her head, allowed Anthea to get a better grip on her hair, even as she pressed her pretty little bauble backwards.

"You had better thank whatever dieties you believe in that I am not him, and that I enjoy your mouth. Because no, I am not lying to get something I want. I am lavishing my pretty new toy with praise. Another thing you should thank your gods for, as I do not break my toys without knowing how to fix them." The grin on Kasdeya's face was wicked, wider than should be possible.

[umm-anthea-blog]

Anthea exhales sharply, her mouth agape as the tail she had just been holding between her fingers suddenly wrapped around the width of her throat, then immediately inhales again; her breath catches several times as she tries to draw the air back into her lungs. Her eyes finally focus onto Kasdeya’s and stay there, pinned, unable to look away even if she truly wanted to. 

“You’re quite the—ah!” Anthea winces at the sharp prick to her neck, squirms in Kasdeya’s hold but immediately stops when it only digs the tip of her tail further into the skin of her neck. Anthea is helpless to the urge of dropping her head back in submission, baring her throat to the demon before her. 

“Flatterer,” she rushes out in a gust of breath, her lips barely moving, “You’re a flatterer.”

[daughterofthemillenium-blog]

Kasdeya grinned, and gave the tip of her tail a sharp twist before withdrawing it. "A flatterer, hm?" she asked her new, pretty little toy. "A flatterer speaks lies in order to gain something they want. When I lie, it is for my own purposes." She leaned in close to Anthea's neck, the rich scent of human blood filling her nose. So many memories of death and torture, back in happier, simpler days. When nobody would notice if a few humans were to go missing on a battlefield, and she could keep them locked up simply for her own pleasure. "My own amusement, more often than not," the demon said. She bent her head further, her tongue tracing up her toy's neck as the spilled blood gathered, rich with iron and life, at the tip of her tongue. The scarlet was showed to Anthea before being swallowed, and the skin of her neck was left as unbroken as ever.

[umm-anthea-blog]

*lets her tail slip through her fingers and rounds Kasdeya, looking up at her with said big blue eyes and blinks slowly* Just because your name isn’t meant to be lovely, doesn’t negate the fact that it is. And no… It doesn’t bother me. I quite enjoy it, to be honest. 

[daughterofthemillenium-blog]

Good. *twines her tail about the girl's throat and tips her chin upwards to lock eyes with her* Because you are the prettiest of baubles that I have found in many a decade. *draws her thumbs over Anthea's cheekbones and around her eye sockets as the sharp tip of her tail presses to her neck and draws a bead of blood*

[umm-anthea-blog]

*smiles smugly at Kasdeya, pride surging through her at the thought that SHE had made such a powerful being stutter like so* My name isn’t half as lovely as yours *uses a sing-songy voice*

*tugs on the woman’s tail the same way her hair was pulled, thumbing the area where spade met tail, curious and exploratory and very much oblivious* Do you have a soft spot for pretty little girls with big eyes?

[daughterofthemillenium-blog]

My name is not meant to be lovely, it is meant to strike fear into the hearts of my enemies. And it does. It has made strong men and women faint from sheer terror of my wrath before. Humans. Mutants. I could wipe them all out with a nod, if that is what I wished. *goes stiff again as her tail is tugged, the very tip of it twitching. She ignored the question until she has calmed herself a little* I do have a soft spot for pretty little baubles. Does that bother you?

[umm-anthea-blog]

No, not at all. You’re right in supposing; he’s keeping my family safe for me. *speaks distractedly and glances up into the eyes boring into hers, her shoulders relaxing the more she stares at the pretty color of the woman’s eyes* 

*whispers* Anthea… It’s Anthea… *reaches her hand forward the last few inches and drags her finger from as close to the base as she can get, all the way up to the deadly pointed tip* 

[daughterofthemillenium-blog]

An-- *spine goes stiff as Anthea touches her tail, a hiss of air passing through her clenched teeth. She seems to be having a hard time putting sentences together* Anthea. It's a lovely n-name. But yes. Papa can have a soft spot for pretty little girls with big eyes.

[umm-anthea-blog]

*straightens her shirt with a defiant lift of her chin, her lips twitching up at the woman’s laugh* Yeah, people tell me that a lot. 

*widens her eyes slightly at the sight of the tail, fingers twitching by her side* I-I um… Kasdeya, huh? I know Azazel. Assuming there is only one Azazel. He’s who I was referring to. Though, he was very sweet and kindhearted when we sealed our deal. *leans to get a better look at her tail, going so far as to walking behind Kasdeya* You have a tail just like him… I’ve always been fascinated by tails; I can’t help myself. May I? *holds her hand out towards it*

[daughterofthemillenium-blog]

*straightens up, holding herself tall* There is only one Azazel, all others are a mere shadow, name thieves and flatterers. Now, tell me, pretty young one, what sort of dealings did you have with my Papa, hm? Not of a sexual nature, I'm supposing. No offense, but you truly do not seem his type. *turns her head to keep her eyes on Anthea, smiling not too terribly unkindly. She hesitates before speaking* I-- Yes. You may touch my tail. If and only if you tell me your name, pretty one. 

[daughterofthemillenium-blog]

*blows in her ear* And so clever, too. Tell me your name, little sweetheart. Then perhaps, I shall tell you mine. Would you like that?

[umm-anthea-blog]

*scrunches her shoulder up to her ear to rub the sensation away* I would like that…But you remind me of someone I know and if you’re anything like him, then ….mmmm…No, I want you to give me your name first. *smiles cheekily*

[daughterofthemillenium-blog]

*is actually a little shocked at that, and steps away, staring her down for a moment before laughing* You are something else. *gives a sweeping, courtly bow, spreading her arms wide and her tail behind her* My name is Kasdeya, daughter of Azazel and Lilith, one of the heirs to the Demonic Realm.

[daughterofthemillenium-blog]

*smirks and circles the girl, giving her hair a quick, light tug*  Look at you, all spindles and strings. Hardly a real bone about you, little redbird.

[umm-anthea-blog]

*squirms, grunting at the tug on her hair* Red birds are called Cardinals. But only the males are really bright red. To attract the females. *follows her movements with sharp eyes* 

[daughterofthemillenium-blog]

*blows in her ear* And so clever, too. Tell me your name, little sweetheart. Then perhaps, I shall tell you mine. Would you like that?