WITHOUT A MASTER .

YOU MADE BELIAL FOR THE PIT, ＡＮＧＥＬ ＯＦ ＥＮＭＩＴＹ; IN DARKNESS IS HIS DOMAIN.

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DEATHLESS.

the following prompts were taken from the novel deathless by catherynne m. valente, an american novelist & poet. the novel was loosely based on the tale of koschei the deathless, incorporating other elements of russian mythology, & setting it against the backdrop of the russian revolution. feel free to change the pronouns / prompts as you see fit, but be warned – below the cut, it’s quite long !

❛ the service of your body is not yours to give as you please. ❜

❛ you probably won’t survive. ❜

❛ go. run. don’t look behind you. ❜

❛ i have come for the girl in the window. ❜

❛ i will never be without information. ❜

❛ i will see him with his skin off before i fall in love. ❜

❛ if the world is divided into seeing & not seeing, i will always choose to see. ❜

❛ secrets are jealous things, permitting no fraternization. ❜

❛ no, it’s not like that, when magic comes. ❜

❛ magic does that. it wastes you away. once it grips you by the ear, the world gets quieter & quieter until you can hardly hear it at all. ❜

❛ the sight of it bruised my heart so that i cannot think about anything else. ❜

❛ i’ll be so quiet, i’ll never talk again. ❜

❛ keep me & obey me, for i am your husband, & i can destroy you. ❜

❛ i shall be clever, & i shall not let him go. ❜

❛ it is a new world, & we do not wish to be left behind. ❜

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[enmityangel]

JEMIMAH​:

❝   i believe you.  ❞ the pad to her thumb caresses over the skin to his cheek, softly over the roughness of his beard. but her smiles falls if for only a breath. ❝  i always wondered what it would take to meet you, ever since i first dreamed of you. i confess being here waiting for you was not exactly to my liking, so perhaps there is something owed for me as well… but what must be will always be. there is a reason why we have not left yet.  ❞ 

and there laid her frustration ; the dreams mirrored in her paintings did not tell her why this nightmare masked as a blessing had not ended yet.  she had always seen him with her within these walls, but never outside. never elsewhere. 

❝  a kiss in exchange of forgiveness ?  ❞ the gentle grin on her face can only happen because of him, light and almost mischievous as she leans closer, rose lips near to brushing against his skin. almost as if she doesn’t sleep every night and witnesses centuries of history. almost as if there aren’t two men at her door, ready to take her and every painting from her room away again, to new, fresh and gray walls. ❝   i will kiss you if you come back to me tonight – after they take me with them.  ❞

     ✦ ⛧  ✦             ❝ ARE YOU TRYING TO BARGAIN WITH ME, MY DEAR? ❞ Admonishment curls upon his devil’s tongue, the tip of it tap tap tapping against back of his teeth to ‘tsk’ at her appropriately. ❝ You mustn’t make deals with Devils, not even the ones you know --- especially not the one you know. ❞ His red eyes flash impishly, though not dangerously. Belial is no real threat to her, just as her request is no real tax upon his time or person. He greedily breathes in the air that she exhales against his mouth, hungry - nay, ravenous - for more.

❝ Not even the Almighty could keep me away, ❞ he promises and the blaspheme tastes delicious upon his tongue. God has already tried to keep her away from his least favorite creation and God has failed time after time. You cannot create light without darkness or darkness without light. What did it matter if one was always doomed to chase after the tail of the other? Belial loved a good game; it was part of the reason why they were staying rather than leaving immediately. There were a fair number of souls in this place in want of damnation. 

❝ I will keep you up all night with kisses if you like, ❞ he grins, taking his own turn to lean in closer. Temptation is something that Belial knows all too well; it is a game of his own making and there she is, little minx, trying to use it against him. ❝ I will hold you and whisper in your ear all the lifetimes that we have spent together. Shall I tell you how I fed you grapes in Rome while Nero burned the Christians? How we danced in the Sistine chapel or when we bathed in the Danube at midnight? I will come back to you again and again, my sweet. Just kiss me now so that we can begin making a new story to tell. ❞ 

[enmityangel]

JEMIMAH:

❝   is darkness not necessary for light to exist ?   ❞ the brush dangling between her fingers caresses the canvas with calm delicacy, as her hand cants to the side – pale gold curls falling over her shoulder. ❝   perhaps this is the only way I can exist then.  ❞  there’s a shrug to her shoulders, a small, nonchalant smile drawn into her lips. she had grown used to his nearness ; had almost expected it every day. not that jemma minded one bit – it was easier to see with him around. 

❝   your face is always a blur.  ❞ it’s not necessarily an apology, but she does turn to look at him. the solitary room where she’s told to always stay in is small enough where only a few steps take her to him, the knuckles of her fingers lightly brushing against the sharp line to his jaw. ❝  i have done you a disservice, haven’t i ? i will correct it, i promise you.  ❞

      ✦ ⛧  ✦             ❝ MM, QUITE RIGHT, ❞ he agrees all too easily, allowing himself a moment to lean into her touch like a fat, purring cat.  ❝ But you’re meant to exist in my darkness, not this - this trite little science experiment. You know, I allowed them to take a vial of my blood when I came here. I wish you would show me your appreciation for the things I do for you. They won’t be keeping you down here for much longer, I can at least promise you that. ❞ And, to be sure, he wasn’t one who made promises lightly. At least not honest ones - not ones to her.

He smiles indulgently all the same, turning his dark head this way and that so that she can get a better look at his face from all its fine, glorious angles. They were all swallowed in darkness at the moment, the two not so good doctors hovering over their candlesticks as they whispered about that night’s newest development. If he cared to, he could hear what they were talking about - the things that they had planned to the little ragtag group they’d collected in their facade of Hell. ( There really weren’t enough parties here to be the real thing. ) 

❝ You know, I’ll forgive the horrifying blow you’ve done to my vanity if you kiss me. ❞

[enmityangel]

A LITTLE LIGHT BANTER FOR THE LOVELY JEMIMAH ( @opiaism​ )

       ✦ ⛧  ✦             ❝ IT SEEMS A LITTLE COUNTER-INTUITIVE TO HIDE THE SUN IN THE DEEP, DEEP DARK BUT I DIGRESS --- ❞ He perches upon the frame of the bed like a bird...or perhaps a gargoyle is the better fitting analogy in this case. His arms are draped over his knees, wine-colored eyes staring not at Jemma but at the painting upon which she works. ( As all good mothers say: ‘One should never look directly at a source of light!’ ) Of course, he could draw her without looking at her, much as she has drawn him. He makes a face, brow raising.  ❝ Does my chin really look like that? I think you’d best have a look at the real thing for once instead of relying on dreams, hm? ❞ 

Really, he’d have to ask if any of them were sordid later.

[enmityangel]

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                        ❝  COME OUT ! ❞ 

Her scream breaks through the deafening silence, echoing into the deserted mountains and lost into the endless blue sky. Sharp and shallow intakes of breath shake her lithe, almost entirely bare body, hurting her lungs. She hated the air now, how hot and dry and heavy it felt, entering through her nostrils and never reaching past her throat. 

                                ❝  COME OUT ! I know you’re here !… I know you’re here. ❞ 

She screams louder to the nothingness, arms crossed and fingernails digging into her skin. Who would listen to her, if not him? Who would dare look at her, if not him? Eve, as she had been named when her eyes opened, had walked and walked and walked trying to find him, leaving behind the man she called husband who refused to move away from the gates of heaven. Why, she couldn’t understand – this was it. The something else, the more else, had to be out there.

Eve had no sense or measure of time or space, no awareness of the land she was the first to see. She might as well be a lost star in the universe that was this new world she had been thrown into, forbidden and banned from the only home she’d ever known. 

   ❝ Talk to me. ❞  The words left her lips as she fell to her knees, stained soft hands dragging against the burning hot surface of her skin, over the bare shoulder, down the curve of her waist and up again over the mounds of her breast – eerily aware of the weight of her body in the middle of the empty meadow. 

Could he hear the frantic beat of her heart? The rush of her blood? Could anyone feel the shaking in her bones, the wrecking unleashing within, a terror she had no name for?

In her lips remained the lingering, sweet taste of an apple. 

                                                                          ❝  Come out. Talk to me. ❞ 

        ✦ ⛧  ✦             He is content to listen to Eve for a few moments more, her desperation and growing hysteria like a chorus of angels to his ears. Her shame is sweeter than any apple, her anger just as crisp. ( She has never been more interesting, more fascinating, to the Devil than in this moment of her own self-discovery. ) Oh, Belial longs to taste the tears clinging to her cheeks! He could easily spend eternity examining the emotions flitting disjointedly through her conscience and their effects on her body. He is almost - almost - jealous of the flush of blood pooling beneath her flesh! Even now, she is leaps and bounds ahead of her stricken husband, staring mournfully and unmoving at the gates of Eden.

❝ I am always here, ❞ he reminds her in a purr, ❝ I will always be here. ❞ Even at the end of the world when there is nothing but darkness; nothing left but him. 

Belial materializes from the shadows, joints forming and shifting as he takes on a more corporeal form that her bright, wide eyes can look at without liquifying. Not a serpent, but a man - like her husband but better in his not so humble opinion. Similar to this husband and wife, he wears no covering over his nakedness. Yet, unlike the two, he feels no shame. Only transcendent and somehow a touch stifled at the same time.

❝ What shall we talk about, hm? ❞ The curiosity that tinges his lilting tone is almost taunting, like a serpentine hiss. He holds out his hand expectantly, waiting for her to take it as she had the apple. 

❝ Mm, ❞ the Devil hums his approval as he plucks her from the soil and feels - if only for a moment - her lush body brush against his chest. He is almost sorry for the way that she quickly steadies herself, tongue raking over his lips as he allows himself ample time to appraise her. 

❝ You are angry. ❞ It isn’t a question and he certainly doesn’t pose it like one. Instead, he circles around her as he had when he was a snake in the garden. His whispers are still the same warm hiss against the shell of her ear as he pushes her long brown hair away from one shoulder.  ❝ You are afraid. ❞ Again, not a question. 

                                          ❝ Will you tell me how it feels to feel something, Eve? ❞

[originalsn]

ask  any  WOMAN  &  she’ll  tell  you  why  EVE  bit  /  into  that  apple  /  why   she  chose  the  universe  instead  /  of  you .   indie selective eve . by alex

[lilithmemes]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.

feel free to change any pronouns that need to be changed.     these sentences have been taken from various books   /   movies   /   websites to   ,   so i will not take full credit of it.

  ❛   i believe in long , slow , deep , soft , wet kisses that last three days.   ❜   

  ❛   you must forgive my lips… they find pleasure in the most unusual places.   ❜  

  ❛   you’re really wearing that dress like you’re doing it a favour.   ❜  

  ❛   tell me… tell me you want me.   ❜  

  ❛   take me to bed or lose me forever.   ❜  

  ❛   i don’t bite, you know… unless it’s called for.   ❜  

  ❛   you should be kissed — and often — and by someone who knows how.   ❜  

  ❛   your pants , they bother me. take them off !   ❜  

  ❛   how would you like to have a sexual encounter so intense it could conceivably change your political views?   ❜  

  ❛   i want you. and the thought of anyone else having you is like a knife twist in my dark soul.   ❜  

  ❛   i want you , all of you. i want to feel you inside me , deep inside me. i want you to tell me when you’re going to cum , hear you moan my name and fuck me harder.   ❜  

  ❛   WE SHOULD FUCK. like right now , right here. hard , fast. pin me down , kiss me hard , look me in the eyes and fuck me like you’ve never fucked someone before.   ❜  

  ❛   your face would look better between my legs.   ❜  

  ❛   i swear to god i won’t stop until you’re shaking.   ❜  

  ❛   tease me until i’m begging for it.   ❜  

  ❛   i wanna do bad things to you.   ❜  

  ❛   go ahead. touch it.   ❜  

  ❛   i want you inside me.   ❜  

  ❛   spank me. it’s the only way i learn.   ❜  

  ❛   push me up against the wall and do dirty things to me.   ❜  

  ❛   i love the way you fuck me.   ❜  

  ❛   i want to taste me on your fingers.   ❜  

  ❛   fuck  me on this floor right now, _____.   ❜  

  ❛   tell me. in your mind , what are we doing in that bed ? are we fucking nice and slow or are you making me sweat for it ?    ❜  

  ❛   your lips are like wine and i want to get drunk.   ❜  

  ❛   excuse me for being too forward but your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like.   ❜  

  ❛   now spread your legs and try to tell me all about your day.   ❜  

  ❛   i want you to strap me down , fuck me hard and show me who’s in charge.   ❜  

  ❛   i won’t say it twice. strip down and get on your knees. right now !   ❜  

  ❛   feel my hand tighten around your throat as my cock slips inside you.   ❜  

  ❛   i want you in my bed and between my legs.   ❜  

  ❛   i’m not going to deny that i want to fuck you.   ❜  

  ❛   i’ll fuck you so good , for so long that the only thing you’ll crave is my hands on your skin , my cock deep in your pussy.   ❜  

  ❛   now will you please sit on my face already ?   ❜  

  ❛   i want you splayed out on the table like my own personal feast.   ❜  

  ❛   did you touch yourself ?   ❜  

  ❛   i never knew you were such a dirty girl / boy.   ❜  

  ❛   don’t you dare touch yourself today. i want your orgasm and i plan on getting it later.   ❜  

  ❛   i’d like to lick your pussy / cock. i’d like to hear you scream my name.   ❜  

  ❛   oh god _____ , i can feel you doing it around my cock. i can feel you – that’s it , baby. fuck yourself on me.   ❜  

[ask-ballora-the-dancer]

FIRST FIVE ASKS GET A KISS

[stuart-townsend]

Stuart Townsend as Lestat in Queen of the Damned ( 2002 )

[enmityangel]

You get the gist of it, yes? LIKE THIS AND I WILL DISCUSS THE PROSPECT OF SHIPPING OUR MUSES TOGETHER. All forms of ships are up for negotiation. ( fluff, angst, toxic, etc. - feel free to specify if you want ) PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS IS NOT A PROMISE THAT I WILL SHIP WITH YOU, BUT A MEANS OF OPENING UP THE ROOM FOR DISCUSSION ON THE MATTER.

If you are a multi-muse blog, please specify the character or characters you fancy seeing my muse with.

[enmityangel]

I feel like this is pretty much self-explanatory, but GIVE THIS A LIKE AND I’LL PERUSE YOUR WISHLIST TAGS AND WHATNOT BEFORE PLACING BOTH BELIAL AND MYSELF IN YOUR WAY FOR PLOTTING PURPOSES. I’m more likely to reply to things or make actual quality starters for things that at least have some meat behind them beforehand. DISCLAIMER: This is not a promise of shippy plots or anything of that nature. Nothing is final until agreed upon by all parties involved!

If you are a multi-muse blog and have specific characters in mind that you’d like to pit against mine, please feel free to specify. 

Send “🛀” for my muse’s reaction to yours joining them in the bath

[spctlessminds]

this ask meme is based on the blog gravesuggestion.  i’ve divided it up into two categories  ( light  &  dark )  based on the themes.  some of these can be somewhat triggering seeing that the darker ones deal with a lot of death mentions.  please be cautious before continuing on!!

L I G H T

‘  at night i dream of you.  ’ ‘  don’t give up yet.  you still have time to fix things.  ’ ‘  falling in love with someone else is not a personal attack.  ’ ‘  i am still so weak when it comes to you.  ’ ‘  i can’t believe i let myself let you down.  ’ ‘  i don’t care where we go when we die,  as long as i’m with you.  ’ ‘  i dream of saying to you all the words i held inside until it was too late.  ’ ‘  i feel so warm  &  safe when you talk to me.  maybe i could love you if you’d let me.  ’ ‘  i finally let the right people in  &  i have never felt so loved.  ’ ‘  i like the way your nails paint red stripes along my spine days after you’re gone.  ’ ‘  i lived in your permafrost for twenty years  &  then you looked at me  &  i felt the warmth of spring.  ’ ‘  i once wished you’d leave me alone,  but i take it back.  ’ ‘  i want to be able to love someone else,  but you stretch your arms  &  spread your legs inside my heart so that there is no room for anyone or anything else.  ’ ‘  i want to believe that we got it right this time.  ’ ‘  i wonder how much longer i can cling to your light before it expires completely.  ’ ‘  i would travel across the world to be by your side,  because as long as you are with me,  anywhere is a perfect place to me.  ’ ‘  it took me awhile to realize it myself,  but you are not what other people say you are.  ’ ‘  it’s not that i really need you,  but life would be pretty boring without you around.  there’s no one i would rather be with.  ’ ‘  i’d like to stay like this for awhile.  ’ ‘  life  &  death don’t have to be so boring,  let’s make both an adventure.  ’ ‘  life imitates art,  they say.  i didn’t believe it until i started to notice the way your eyelashes look so much like tiny ink stroke.  ’ ‘  live your life so that when you die,  souls will come for miles just to hear your historic tales.  ’ ‘  make your exes jealous  &  your past self proud.  ’ ‘  maybe you’re what i needed to find in order to move on.  ’ ‘  never get caught falling harder.  they’ll never let you back up.  ’ ‘  please don’t go.  ’ ‘  some days it’s easier to just stop fighting it  &  succumb.  ’ ‘  sometimes,  you’ll find it hard to keep going,  but you always will.  ’ ‘  the desire i feel for you is that same itching,  insidious hunger that an addict has for their addiction.  ’ ‘  the worst thing about you is that you weren’t all bad.  ’ ‘  there is absolutely nothing  &  no one who can stop me.  ’ ‘  there is no route of losing you that is without pain.  ’ ‘  there’s still room for adventure  &  there is no one i’d rather have by my side.  ’ ‘  things didn’t turn out the way i planned,  but i’m alright with that.  ’ ‘  we could be really incredible together,  you know?  ’ ‘  you are beautiful  &  vibrant  &  confident.  you are light  &  laughter incarnate  &  every fiber of your being screams freedom  &  joy.  when i am with you,  i am truly happy.  ’ ‘  you are starlight incarnate,  from the grand way you sway your hips to the wide mysterious way you think.  blessed are any to be loved by you.  ’ ‘  you are too afraid of the future to let go of a past that was never kind to you.  ’ ‘  you call me yours  &  i have no idea what that even means to you.  ’ ‘  you remind me of bubblegum  &  sweets;  soft  &  pink  &  warm.  you are strong in the gentlest way.  you are so stubbornly kind.  i wish i could be like that.  ’ ‘  you still visit me while i sleep sometimes.  your fingers trace my spine  &  i listen to you breathe.  please stop haunting me.  ’ ‘  ‘morbid curiosity’ is a wonderful way to describe how i feel about you.  ’

D A R K

‘  a thousand empty bottles  &  fist fights will never return to us what we lost that day.  ’ ‘  everyone else has moved on,  but i am still here.  ’ ‘  everything about you screams danger.  ’ ‘  everything is worthless to you  &  you,  in turn,  became worthless.  ’ ‘  for once in my life i want to be surrounded by people that i don’t feel like i need to impress.  ’ ‘  freedom is really hard to get used to.  ’ ‘  how could you do this to me?  how fucking could you?  ’ ‘  i am becoming everything we always dreamed of  &  i am leaving you behind.  ’ ‘  i buried you so well that you might as well have died.  ’ ‘  i can rest easy knowing that the person i love is dead  &  not the monster you became.  ’ ‘  i can’t look at you.  not now,  not ever.  ’ ‘  i don’t ask how you’ve been.  what’s the point?  you’d lie anyways.  ’ ‘  i dream of hearing the words i so desperately needed to lay your memory to rest.  ’ ‘  i haunted this house first.  there is no room for you here.  ’ ‘  i have a right to be upset.  i loved them too, you know.  ’ ‘  i just want it to end.  i want it to all go away.  i want to go away.  ’ ‘  i may be a wolf in sheep’s clothing,  but a snake hiding in the skin of a mouse is far more dangerous.  ’ ‘  i saw your face today  &  didn’t feel anything.  i am free.  ’ ‘  i tried to save you,  but you didn’t want to be saved.  you just wanted someone to suffer with you.  ’ ‘  it’s almost as if you were never here.  ’ ‘  it’s unhealthy to do these things,  you tell me.  you say it’s time to stop smoking,  time to stop gambling,  &  dammit,  i f you don’t stop drinking it’ll kill you.  i sure hope you’re right,  darling.  ’ ‘  i’m always pleasantly surprised by how easy it is to kill you in my mind  ’ ‘  i’m not really scared to die.  i’m more afraid that no one will miss me when i’m gone.  ’ ‘  i’m not the person you left behind anymore.  there’s no one here to miss.  ’ ‘  i’ve been dead far longer than i’ve been alive.  ’ ‘  i’ve eaten nothing but flower petals  &  ivy for weeks because i want to be beautiful inside like you.  ’ ‘  i’ve never been completely satisfied.  i most likely will still be unsatisfied long after my death.  ’ ‘  no motive other than pleasure,  my dear.  ’ ‘  one day i’ll go or you will.  either way,  it will be as if i’m losing a piece of myself.  ’ ‘  our dreams  &  promises decay along with you.  ’ ‘  the leaves change,  but nothing else does.  ’ ‘  the only difference between avoiding  &  leaving is that now i’m not waiting up for you.  ’ ‘  there is no such thing as a person who is required to love you.  ’ ‘  there’s only so much that can be done to repair old damage.  ’ ‘  things aren’t going as i hoped.  maybe if i die,  i can start over again?  better luck next time.  ’ ‘  this is not something to be proud of.  this is a tragedy.  ’ ‘  trying to get rid of me?  oh honey,  you’ll have to try much harder than that.  ’ ‘  trying to get under my skin?  you’re nothing more than a pesky itch.  ’ ‘  unlike you,  i can’t hide my identity when it becomes an inconvenience or a danger.  ’ ‘  weeping is for gods  &  martyrs,  we cannot afford such luxuries.  ’ ‘  would you even miss me?  ’ ‘  you are not important enough to earn an eternal place in my heart.  ’ ‘  you complain nonstop about being unloved  &  alone,  i can’t imagine what you’d be like if that were actually true.  ’ ‘  you don’t know what it’s like.  ’ ‘  you made this so fucking easy for me.  ’ ‘  you should see me as a threat.  i will tear down everything you know until there is nothing left of you.  i am a walking threat.  ’ ‘  you think i’m already gone,  but i’m still fighting.  ’ ‘  you think i’m dead,  but i’m just dying.  ’ ‘  you were never an addiction,  you were a fucking disease.  ’ ‘  you wouldn’t dare cross me.  i am god  &  you are the soil beneath my feet.  ’ ‘  your existence takes up so much more space in mine that we might as well be one entity.  ’ ‘  your fingers are so cold  &  bruised,  but you’re still slamming your fists again the barricade as if it makes a difference.  ’ ‘  your hair is tied in a noose  &  your fingernails are razor blades,  your lips are poison  &  i will gratefully kiss them.  ’ ‘  your hatred has a body count  &  we will not forget.  ’ ‘  your loss,  not mine.  ’ ‘  you’re a sick fuck.  you know that?  ’ ‘  you’re not gentle with me  &  i would never ask you to be.  ’ ‘  you’ve trapped yourself so thoroughly in your own mind that it’s not even a rut anymore,  it’s a pit.   ’

[enmityangel]

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               TANTALIZING .  head  tilted  back  as  she  felt  his  breath  against  her  jawline .  oh  who  was  she  fooling .  she  was  nothing  but  completely  drawn  to  him .  each  moment  she  spent  around  him ,  the  DESIRE  to  have  him ,  fall  at  his  knees  grew  .  the  archangel  gazed  at  him  .  each  word  could  now  be  read  with  one  simple  glimpse  from  her .  “  very  tempting . “  she  whispered .   his  grin  wasn’t  helping .  he  had her  right  where  he  wanted  her  .  

                   he  taunted  her   as  his  hands  moved  to  cradle  her  face .  eyes  closed  as  his  thumbs  brushed  over  her  cheeks .  she  was  fragile –  NAIVE  even  .  she  had  a  knack  of  having  such  a  desire  for  the  shadows .  maybe  that’s  why  she  was  easily  influenced  .  is  this  what  her  father  wanted  for  her ?  hell ,  she  didn’t  care .  she  was  now  entangled  within  his  wed  of  darkness .  his  lips  now  against  her  own  before  she  could  even  speak ,  tongue   slipping  past  her  own  plump  ruby  stained  lips .  her  hands  moved  to  his  waist  as  his  own  tangled  within  her  dark  hair  and  the  other  against  her  back .  bodies  pressed  against  one  another  and  her  own  desire  for  him  grew .  she  followed  his  lead ,   tongue  sliding  against  his  own  and  a  soft  groan  vibrating  her  throat .   she  wanted  more .  

           hearing  his  whisper ,  she  opened  her  eyes .  lips  brushing  against  her  own  in  a  shorter  way .  “ belial . . “  the  archangel  whispered . he  wanted  to  know  what  she  wanted  from  him .  what  she  desired .  surely  he  knew  and  just  wanted  to  hear  it  spill  from  those  lips  of  hers .  and   that’s  what  she  would  do .  “  you - - “  azrael  whispered .  “  your  throne –  show  me  what  it  feels  to  experience  something  so  good . “  she  kissed  him  again .  “  i  want  to  moan  your  name  .  to  feel  you  in  every way  you  can  show  me .   “  another  whispered  came  from  her . eyes  looked  up  at  him .  “  i  want  you  to  give  me  what   i  desire –  and  that’s  you . “

         ✦ ⛧  ✦             The Devil doesn’t need to be told twice. He kisses her again, his own guttural groan slipping into their embrace as he begins walking her backward towards his throne. Belial is deft about his work, slipping the black material of her gown from her shoulders until it falls to a heap upon the floor. As she steps out of it, he gracelessly kicks it further away. ( After all, Azrael won’t be needing it anytime soon. ) His hands greedily explore the new flesh exposed to him and her bra quickly meets the same fate as the dress. It is only when her legs touch the front of his unholy seat that he pauses, tearing away to catch unnecessary breaths of air. His eyes flash dangerously, gaze raking over her delectable form.

❝ Azrael, ❞ he whispers her name again, mouth trailing a searing path along her jaw to the fine column of her throat. He alternates between soft kisses and nipping at the skin with his teeth. His palms smooth over her svelte shoulders and his fingers play piano upon her ribcage. He grasps at the softness of her and relishes in the way she molds and conforms beneath his hands. Oh, the things he wants to do to her! The things that he will do to her! Once she’s been properly primed and whetted, that is...

❝ Sit, ❞ is his breathless command as he gently pushes her into the seat of his throne. Shamelessly, Belial falls to his knees before her. Does she like this vantage point, he wonders? Does she enjoy the power that must come from sitting where he does? He hums his own approval, staring up at her with desire-laden eyes and a heavy, wanting tongue. Azrael is beautiful, breathtaking. The demon grins, lifting one of her legs to kiss the fragile skin of her ankle. Diligent is the only way to describe his ascent, lips fluttering over a dainty calf to the inside of her knee. His tongue lavishes the interior of milky thighs before his teeth drag over the velveteen flesh. The scent of her arousal is driving him mad.

❝ Don’t be shy, ❞ he whispers against her skin, glancing up at her through the thick of his lashes as his fingers curl around the lace edges of her panties.  ❝ I’m going to give you everything that you want. ❞ He tugs at them slowly, encouraging her to lift her hips from the seat long enough to be rid of the damned things. There will be time enough later for harshness, he promises himself. Time enough to leave all her underthings mere scraps and tatters of cloth. Time for the pleasure that a little roughness can bring...but she is unknowing and he has nothing but time to play.

❝ You’ll be speaking in tongues, ❞ he laughs as he uses a firm grip on both her knees to push her thighs apart. Again he kisses along the length of them, stopping at the apex of her being. Belial nuzzles her with the tip of his nose, brushing against that elusive bundle of nerves before tilting his head back so that he can taste her with his own tongue.

[prideandprejudice]

The Art of Seduction by Cesare Borgia, Duke of Valentinois (Niccolò Machiavelli approves) ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

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            his  domain  reeked  of  temptation .  a  simple  soul  exchanging  on  her  part  had  led  her  to  him .  each  time  she  entered  his  throne  room ,  a  little   piece  of  her  wanted  that  same  taste  of  what  darkness  was  like .  especially  with  him .  of  all  those  who  remained  in  hell ,  he  was  the  most  enticing  to  her .  she  was  suppose  to  despise  him  and  the  others  yet – she  couldn’t .  dark  colored  hues  remained  on  him  as  he  seemed  quite  relaxed  upon  his  throne .  she  wore  a  gown .  black  in  color  and  very  well   worn  down  as  it  aged  from  the  battles  and  things  the  archangel  had  been   through .  dark  locks ,  loosely  curled  and  down .  “  you  should . “  was  all  she  managed  to  get  out .  if  heaven  knew  where  she  was  and  that  she  wasn’t  doing  her  duties  right  then ,  there  would  be  consequences  .  then  again ,  things  in  heaven  weren’t  as  they  seemed  at  this  moment .  she  watched  as  he  launched  from  his  throne ,  eyes  soon  quickly  wondered  around  until  she   felt  him  behind  her . 

         his  touch  sent  a  shiver  down  her  spine .  she  couldn’t  resist  him .  not  much  longer  at  least .  feeling  his  fingertips  trail  over  her  shoulders and  along  her  back ,  she  closed  her  eyes ,  taking  in  every  single  touch  he  was  providing  her .  even  she  found  him  to  be  intoxicating .  hair  now  brushed  to  one  side ,  she  tilted  her  head ,  waiting  for  his  next  move .  words  dripping  with even  more  temptation  towards her . his  offer –  she  was  wanting  to  fall .  wanting  to  know  what  it  would  be  like  to  be  defiled  by  such   a  being .  

                lips  now  hovering  over  her  ear ,  she  let  out  a  soft  groan . fuck  it .  just  once  or  so  couldn’t  hurt  .  the  archangel  pursed  her  lips  ,  eyes  still  remaining  closed .  “ you  tempt  me … “  azrael  whispered  .  “  i  should  decline  but - - - “  she  slowly  turned  around ,  eyes  opening  to  meet   his  own . “  but  i don’t  think i  can  this  time .  show me … show  me  what  it’s  like . “ 

          ✦ ⛧  ✦             ❝ I AM TEMPTING. ❞       He agrees, chuckling against the soft skin of her jawline. Belial can feel her indecision and desire emanating off of her like some unholy incense; he breathes deeply and relishes it. It only makes sense that Death should be drawn to Darkness, the lure of the abyss far more effective than the shepherd's hook. When she turns and glances up at him with those heavy-lidded dark eyes of hers, he knows what she will say before the last of her words leave her lips and a devilish grin waits upon his own.

❝ You will need to be more specific, ❞ he taunts. Yet his hands cradle her delicate face between them, thumbs brushing hotly over the high crests of her cheeks. This form of hers is such a slight thing that he could easily break it if he isn’t too careful, but he supposes that it is part of the appeal, isn’t it? If they were still in Roman times she might have passed for one of the vestal virgins with her wide eyes and full, pouting mouth. Pure. Untouched. Begging for the touch of something as wild and divine as the sacred fire.

He kisses her, tongue slipping past the gate of her lips to taste the dark edges of heaven. His hands move of their own accord, the fingers of one tangling in her dark curls while the other molds itself to the soft curve of her back to draw her in closer. Chest to chest. Hip to hip. Belial takes his time indulging in the sensation of her and allowing her to understand the decision she’s about to make.

❝ Azrael, ❞ he whispers her own name against her lips, elongating each syllable with a serpentine hiss. Another kiss, shorter but demanding. ❝ Tell me what you want and I will give you everything. Tell me what you want and that you want it from me. ❞

[journeytomusics]

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