swinery | 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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[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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