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The demon and the lady

[Once upon a time there was a man named Grant Ward. Broad shouldered and tall he made some bad calls. Some very bad calls. Then he made some more calls when he got unlucky. He got even more unlucky trying to reverse those changes. The god crawled in. The god saw a vessel, a plop of clay, and made it in his image.

Corruption filled him.

It's been awhile since she's seen him really, he can't go into town anymore without causing a stir and the few followers he has garnered (although more come every day) worship him like a god. That's all he really wants.

It's them who have brought her to him, his fellow monster, even as he lounges. The more demonic, the more the seven deadly sins fill him. Their hands tighten their grip on her shoulders entering his presence.

The first thing she'll notice is his size. He was tall, 6'6, now he stands at 8 feet tall. He is broad, 8 feet tall and five - maybe six foot wide. His body coiled with thick muscle while his wings - nine feet? ten feet tall? arch over the back of his flat throne. His wings flex.

What's more noticable is his mouth. Oh there's still his human mouth, he's licking his fingers but his bigger size supports a long mouth running from his neck to his groin. It smiles, teeth sharp and glinting and stained. There's a carcass at his feet and occasionally he reaches down to feed it bits. His neck is thick with muscle, spines running down his back while a few, those same black spines on his arms run along the side of his face. His horns are huge. There are four of them, two curled over his ears and two more shorter, thicker. There are eyes just below them. A second pair.

He thinks he's magnificent.

Really though the god is quietly laughing. The mouth across his body burps and he laughs. He's abandoned shirts, clad only in a loincloth with a goat's head on the belt buckle. When he takes notice of them they kneel.]

...Rise.

[His voice is thick with damnation.]

what have you brought me?

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[Forgotten? No never. (Or had he?) His mind is consumed with greater things, with prayers and supplication, with his own magnificence and making himself greater. Each growth, each change, each curve, each new spike drove home that he was being created, special, beloved. Shifting his bulk when she pulls at his loin cloth he is about to say something else, something surprising, but he rumbles in pleasure instead. The followers are still there.]

Leave us!

[It is a word, a command and they scatter even as he pulls himself up, stroking her hair with as much gentleness as he can muster. Ah. lust.

He missed it. Most were too afraid to approach him.

He snakes his tail along the throne to wrap around her ankle, laughing quietly. He'd be ready and then done completely like this. Not out of a lack of desire and skill. The mouth in his abdomen rumbles in pleasure.]

I want you to ride me. To look upon my body. I'm glorious. So much better then being human don't you agree?

[The length of his cock hits the back of her throat as she moves back and forth, scraping the skin with her teeth and laving her tongue over the heat of his arousal. This is an act of surrender made on the presumption that lust might clear the path toward what's left of his heart. He rumbles with pleasure and the mouth on his belly gapes as words pass his once-human lips. She'd almost forgotten there were people watching. At least he still has the decency not to take her before a crowd.

His tail creeps to wrap around her ankle and she sighs with him still inside her mouth. Lifting her dress, she begins to touch herself to accommodate his request, making herself wet with the anticipation of taking him inside her. She begins to moan, her own voice vibrating against him as she sucks him off. When she finally pulls away, she does so with the pop of a champagne cork before panting to catch her breath.]

Lie back for me then.

[Though she doesn't agree with him, there's no hesitation. She stands to pull her underwear down her legs, casting it aside to show her commitment.]

Edited 2015-02-17 18:06 (UTC)

[She was never this aroused. She was always shy. He can only attribute this to his magnificence. Something twisted in his chest and he raised a warm hand to her cheek. He really is ugly, his face widened to accomedate the spikes growing from cheeks and jawline.

He leans back and, heedless, raises his claws to her shoulder. His marks leave her bleeding.]

I've missed you.

[He makes a noise halfway between a purr and a rumble of pleasure.] time is so fleeting for beings like me.

[Summoning all her strength, she endures the pain of his claws digging into her bare shoulder. It was a warm summer morning when his followers seized her. She'd been hanging laundry out to dry, barefoot and clad only in a simple white sundress, never suspecting what might have been lurking in the bushes. After all, most monsters can't stand daylight. Grant is cunning enough to use humans as pawns, sending them out into the sun to seize whatever might please him, dragging his prizes down into the dark depths of a cavern in the mountain.

He leans back to perch on his throne and she moves to straddle him, teasing the tip of his erection with the warmth between her legs. Slowly, she slides him into her, biting her lip and holding back a moan. She wraps her arms around the rough sinew of his neck, leaning in to kiss his leathery cheek before nipping at his ear with her teeth.]

Come back to me, Grant. We can still be happy. It's not too late.

[Back and forth, she rocks her hips over him, whispering sweet words in his ear.]

I've missed you, too. Being without you has brought me nothing but sorrow. So please...

[Where is the man she surrendered her innocence to? The man she trusted above all others? Even now, she remembers the first time they made love. It was late afternoon and he kissed her as they wandered through the manor's gardens. It just felt... right. Soon, his hand was up her dress and she was writhing beneath him, lying on the grass. He was as gentle as could be, making certain not to hurt her. There was a frenetic madness to it; one minute they were taking a stroll and the next they were taking a tumble. His kisses made her head spin, banishing all her worries. Once it was done and he'd left his stickiness on her thighs, she'd wept with both happiness and guilt.

What have we done?

Like a coward, she ran from him, locking herself in her bedroom as the sun began to set. It took the better part of a month before they were on speaking terms again.

I shouldn't have let you... What will we do the next time we need a virgin sacrifice?

And just then, he said the words that stole her heart away.

You're not a sacrifice I'm willing to make. Not again.]

Edited (GENDER PRONOUNS IS2G) 2015-02-18 06:13 (UTC)

[Does he remember loving her?

He reaches his tendrils into her mind almost without thinking and for one moment he sees it there, sees her there and sees a tall man with a devil may care smile and a grim cast to his soul. He looks familiar, a bit. Smaller, less damned, still human but he...

He cared too much.

Is that how it started? She is atop him, loving him and he has himself in her mind feeling her pleasure, rubbing parts of his power across her subconscious. He remembers -

(Pain. Tossing coins into the fire, the sheer horror of his mouth splitting across his body, his muscles bulging, rippling, swelling...)

His teeth bare and he's tempted to tear her throat out. Instead he wraps a paw over the side of her head. A tongue slithers from the mouth across his chest and licks across her torso.]

You could stay with me.

[He traced a hand over her forehead, letting his pleasure build slowly. The tongue retreated into his body.]

Be my queen. Leave the man I see in your memories.

[he pulls himself back to kiss her lips and lie back, head lolling. His wings give a lazy flap that stirs tables and knocks over chairs in the hall.]

[The bargain he offers brings a sheen to her eyes as he kisses her. Tears begin to roll down her cheeks but she does nothing to push him away, letting her own tongue dance with his as he moves inside her mouth. She carries on rocking against his cock, settling into a rhythm in sync with the thundering of her heart.

As he reaches into her mind, she relives each moment. He used to smile at her whenever he thought she wasn't looking. Bright and cheerful despite the pointed teeth the gods had inflicted upon him. Now and again, he would run his fingers through her hair, making her cheeks flush under the weight of his attention.

When he kissed her hand upon seeing her again, she had dared to hope that the man she loved somehow still lived within the demon he's now become. Grant had always loved holding hands with her as they walked, feeling the way his gnarled fingers fit in the spaces between her own soft ones. In bed, he'd often kiss the back of her hand after they made love, a gentlemanly apology for sometimes being rough with her.]

I would have become anything that man needed me to be and I suspect he would have done the same for me. Would you even understand what that means? I was already yours, Grant. You chose to let me go.

[No. No! the demon contorts with her atop him. The mouth opens and he wraps a hand around her neck.

He bares his teeth and drops his hand. His pleasure comes on him like a storm but he's out in the cold and the rain and she's still looking at him...

The mouth on his body makes a growling noise. He shoves her away from him and staggers to his feet. He sets a leg down and there's a slight tremor in the ground. His head is held in his hands.]

...This is your choice.

[He drags a hand over his mouth.] ...Become my consort and let me have you, or become my dinner.

[Anger emanates from him as a tangible heat. He chokes her for a moment then sends her spilling from his lap, throwing her to the floor in a heap. She looks up at him as he gives his ultimatum while she mourns the loss of him inside her. The floor seems to shake with his rage.

Neither choice holds much appeal but only one will offer her even the slightest hope of getting him back. Wiping away her tears, she stands on her shaky legs. Resigned, she pulls her sundress up over her head, stripping naked before him.

All the marks on her body are now on display. There's a small bullet scar right above the cleft between her breasts but that pales in comparison to the mark just beneath it: a huge slash from the time he had to sacrifice her and dig her heart of her chest. Even the gods couldn't heal such a wound entirely. Those two marks are joined by the scratches he's just left on her shoulder and the bruises now blooming on her neck.]

Do what you wish with me.

Edited (sorry forgot to add in a few things OTL) 2015-02-18 23:00 (UTC)

[It's only her imagination that the ground shakes when he walks. Probably.

He reaches for her, staring at the wound. His claws can't help but cut whereever he touches.]

I want you to want it.

[With reluctance, she takes his hand. There's the slightest hint of defiance in her eyes before she crushes her mouth against his, taking the time to nip at his lower lip. Breathless, she whispers her challenge.]

Make me.

[It's on him then, him to raise his magic, to move through her as he is suddenly beside her. His muscles melt, his body shifts and it's...the man who he was. No mouth, no nothing. Glamor - there's even a rotted smell about him as he pulls her close, stepping naked out of his loin cloth.

He hates this form. It's not him anymore but he slides forward, sliding a possessive hand between her legs before leaning in to kiss her once, soft, then a second time.]

Say I want it.

[Beneath all his ego, he still seeks her approval. That much is clear when he dons the guise of the man he once was, the man she surrendered her heart to on more than one occasion. Though the smell makes her want to gag, she holds it in. When his fingers slip inside her, she gives a startled gasp soon swallowed by his mouth as he kisses her.

He makes his demand and she squirms in his arms, taking his fingers deeper inside her.]

I want this. I want you just like this. Just like we used to be.

[Just like this.

He'd do it anyway at that. He was happier then he ever had been. He reached for her and spread his mind amid her, pouring himself into her soul]

We'll be better.

[They melt together, body and soul. She softens in his embrace as his warmth fills her. All the happy moments they'd shared in months past now flash through her mind. It's like falling in love with him all over again: dying in his arms, kissing him, making love to him, telling him her darkest secrets.]

You've always been an overachiever, haven't you?

[She reaches to press a hand to the nape of his neck, pushing his head forward to kiss him and slip her tongue in his mouth. Make this last.]

[Outside lightning cracks and his followers cavort under the moon and the night sky. He tangles a hand in her hair and it darkens, swelling in size before retreating. Make it last?

He pulls on her mind, shifting things, moving them around. A demonic bride. Yes. That would please him.

Another hand slides to her breast and he bucks against her before he lifts her in his arms. He's gotten strong

Strong in some ways, weaker in others. Plain lazy but he is pouring his magic into remaking her physically. No more bear, no more furry little problem. He is doing something.

Good or bad it remains to be seen.]

You're so beautiful.

[And you'll be even more gorgeous when I'm done. The moment they sit he sucks at her breast, pulling her atop him.]

I did miss you.

[Her head spins, drunk on his very presence, pliable in his arms. It's a delicate dance and he takes the lead with much aplomb, carrying her and suckling on her breasts. In turn, she clings tight to him, hoping her love will see her through. All the while, he pours his darkness inside her, trying to extinguish what little life she has left within.

Straddling his lap, she teases his length with her folds, not quite taking him in just yet. She rests her forehead against his, looking into the brown eyes she's missed all these months. There's something... off. A certain lack of warmth. Despite that, she leans into to kiss him once more, trying to shun all doubt.

With every touch from him, her skin begins to grey.]

[He does love her.

He's always destroyed the things he loves. His kiss is long, his tongue filling her mouth, unnaturally long before he teases her lip with his teeth. Graying skin, longer fingers, claws, taller...

It occurs to him that if he times it right she could turn completely while he was inside her.

He strays, stroking her cheek.]

There's no coming back from this you know that.

[Lost in his sweet words and drowning in his influence, it's all she can do to nod even as her head begins to pound. Her fingers rake over his back as her claws come in, marking him as her territory. The discs of her spine begins to shift under her skin, protruding and making her whimper in pain. Already, two bumps have begun to form on her forehead, crowning her as his queen.]

If this is what it takes to stay by your side...

[She leans the curve of her cheek against his hand, accepting whatever fate he may have in store for her.]

I just hope you don't regret this.

[He arches and there's a rumble in his chest. He can't maintain the facade much longer.

The warmth is there then. It hits him hard.]

I love you.

I want you with me.

[There's a whimper in his voice even as his body contorts, arms and chest swelling in size for a moment.]

...As me. The me I am now.

[Slamming her hips down onto him, she rides him at a frenetic pace, rocking fast and hard like a boat caught in tempestuous waters. He starts to change just as her own horns come in, breaking the skin of her forehead and making her bleed. There's a curve to her horns and they curl on either side of her head, as dark and hard as any ram's. As they kiss, her teeth sharpen to points and she growls at him while their tongues tangle.]

You want me to love you as you are yet you couldn't do the same for me.

[It's a tearful admission as she chokes back a sob, accepting the new form he's cursed her with. What else is there to do? All her life, she's allowed men to fashion her to suit their ideals. Now, it's finally at an end. She will be all he wants her to be and nothing more.]

Edited (+ apostrophe) 2015-03-02 04:03 (UTC)

[Yes. No.

He doesn't know. What he does do is raise a hand and hold her against him even as he's shifting.]

I didn't have a choice.

[The words are snarled.]

I didn't have a choice!

[And so he lies to himself. All she can do is swallow that lie, kissing her way down his neck to the base of his throat where his pulse thrums. Is there anything human about him left?

He thrusts up into her with force, drawing her tighter around his cock. On her back, sharp points burst through her skin, making her scream as they grow and unfurl into crumpled leathery wings. Blood courses down her face from the horns and spills down her back.]

It's happening too fast...

[Her skin is going from gray to milky white, lips taking on a bluish hue.]

[Ward snarls, his tail sliding around her ankle before he pulls her forward and plunging his tongue, his unnaturally long tongue into her mouth.]

...You'll be mine though. Mine forever. That's what you wanted isn't it?

Touch me, love me, feel my power.

I can't...

[Tears stream down her face, warm saltwater blending with thick red rivulets as they trail down her cheeks. All the while, he keeps driving into her, murmuring demands as he steals her breath away with rough kisses.]

You said you wouldn't hurt me.

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