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- Samael Lykoi - 06-16-2008 [html] mature content warning. told you he'd do it one day. :| damn tree-rapists.. Hands explored the length of her body, pressing against silver fur as muzzle buried itself in her dark hair. "Oh, Mother," he whispered into her ear, pushing himself inside. Claws sunk into her flesh, bringing forth crimson and the sweet, metallic scents of blood and sex. Body moved in rhythm, release growing closer with each second, but the scene changed. Kaena vanished and he fell in a pile to the cold, wet earth. Raindrops were falling all around him and his hair was wet and cold. He was lying in a pool of mud, alone and cold as the pleasing images that'd only moments ago filled his skull faded, replaced by harsh reality. Pushing back his hair, Samael could smell blood on his hands beneath the caked dirt. Fresh cuts ached on his body and further examination revealed deep gashes in the bark of the tree whose roots he found himself lying at. Quiet laugh escaped his lips, pushing himself up from the mud. What had he done now? He'd begun to even stop wondering anymore. The Angel had stolen his memory, and Samael was used to never knowing anymore. As long as His radiant light continued to guide his way, the Prince was content. Zombie-like, he moved, heading back toward the heart of Inferni. There was no destination or purpose in mind as of yet, but as always something would appear and show itself to him. Something indeed. - Hybrid Holocaust - 06-16-2008 [html]
I'm not for you, you're not for me; I'll kill you first, you wait and see [/html] - Samael Lykoi - 06-16-2008 [html] ew omg some pp. tell me if you don't want it. D: It was deja vu. A sense of familiarity and a repeat of a situation he'd found himself in once before. Head rose, eyes seeming mad and drugged peering out from beneath a curtain of dark hair, Samael turned his attention on the other coyote. Hybrid. "Of course," he hissed in a raspy tone, as though his voice was catching in his throat before tearing free. There was a spark of anger that again his creature had found him in a similar situation and state. Anger that he could be laughing while Samael felt only a horrible longing and misery that tore at his insides. Wild grin crossed his lips beneath the hanging hair, looking for all appearances like a broken madman—which perhaps, he was. Without a second thought he lunged toward the other, reaching out to grab at his hair and pull, pressing his own body close. "But so are you," he breathed, unbound, unabridged lust and insanity permeating from the prince. He still bore scars from their last, similar encounter. - Hybrid Holocaust - 06-21-2008 [html]
I'm not for you, you're not for me; I'll kill you first, you wait and see [/html] - Samael Lykoi - 06-22-2008 [html] OR IS HE? o: He was the prince turned whore. Creature once so high and mighty turned into a simple prostitute for pain and misery, allowing anyone and everyone to touch him. To claw at his flesh and mark his body. A broken boy losing himself in sadomasochistic, hedonistic desires to wash away the betrayal he felt. But he enjoyed it. He reveled in the blood and the pain and the sight of the life fading from someone's eyes from beneath his hands. Fingers worked their way into Hybrid's scalp, grinning that mad, Lykoi grin as he pressed his face close to the other's. "Oh, I know that," he breathed, allowing his tongue to trace a line across the side of Hybrid's muzzle. Crimson eyes took in the coyote's face, envisioning what he'd like to do to the creature. The pain he'd like to inflict and the scars he'd like to carve into his flesh. "The Prince of Fear is yet unworthy of the attentions of one such as Mother. But," and here he pulled again at his hair, fangs bared to their pink roots. "One day she will be able to look at him." Hand cupped Hybrid's chin, moving his face closer to his own. "Would Hybrid like his head to be the one rest atop the Prince's throne?" the prince inquired lightly, with a beautiful smile worthy of the angels above. But there was only madness apparent in the depths of his eyes, revealing the truth of the shattered, dark soul within.[/html] - Hybrid Holocaust - 06-22-2008 [html]
I'm not for you, you're not for me; I'll kill you first, you wait and see [/html] - Samael Lykoi - 06-25-2008 [html] guess that answers that. ;P Hybrid went into action, digging claws into his arm and causing the prince to release his hold, while his other hand thrust toward his throat. Breath choked away as his windpipe was crushed beneath the blow, Samael went to the ground beneath the other coyote. Back slamming into the earth, it was a moment before he could catch his breath, anger and a wild excitement growing on his features. "How impolite," he hissed, voice still a cracked, rough version of itself—practically a whisper, yet it carried across to the male. Samael lay where he had fallen, making no attempt to free himself from beneath Hybrid. Pain shot through his body, from where he had fallen, where his fist had connected with his neck, and where the earth had connected with his body. But none of this bothered him.[/html] - Hybrid Holocaust - 07-10-2008 [html]
I'm not for you, you're not for me; I'll kill you first, you wait and see [/html] - Samael Lykoi - 07-29-2008 [html] "Perhaps," concurred the prince, allowing Hybrid's hand to move across his body, down his chest and towards his groin. "But whatever will Hybrid do, to make it up to the Prince of Fear?" he asked, reaching a hand to cup the other's face in his hand. He smiled a wickedly lovely expression, lightly baring his fangs between blackened lips. He wished to see what he'd do, already aroused by the thought of fucking this creature. They were each as sick and twisted as the other, if not Samael a little more, enjoying the feeling of his own flesh tearing rather than just inflicting it on others.[/html]
- Hybrid Holocaust - 08-16-2008 [html]
I'm not for you, you're not for me; I'll kill you first, you wait and see [/html] - Samael Lykoi - 08-16-2008 [html] Hybrid hummed a little song to himself as he moved lower. Samael laid back, watching intently, eyes half lidded as the other went, licking and touching his body. A soft sound rose in his throat, lost before it could escape as claws dragged across his body. He wanted Hybrid, and he wanted him now. He wanted to bite his flesh, drink his blood, and fuck him until they were both sore. It had been too long since Samael's last fuck, and even longer since he'd last fucked the creature before him, on him. Eyes closed as Hybrid finally took him into his mouth, one hand reaching out to stroke his hair, fingers gently grasping at the loose strands. - Hybrid Holocaust - 08-16-2008 [html] I'm not for you, you're not for me; I'll kill you first, you wait and see [/html] - Samael Lykoi - 08-16-2008 [html] Hybrid didn't want to be distracted. He showed his distaste with a growl and a prick of nails on his arm. His hand retracted, content for now with laying back and taking what the coyote would give. His pace changed, position moving to better work and a quiet moan slipped past Samael's lips. Oh, he did enjoy his little whore and his repayment method. - Hybrid Holocaust - 08-16-2008 [html] I'm not for you, you're not for me; I'll kill you first, you wait and see [/html] - Samael Lykoi - 09-09-2008 [html] He could feel the climax rising as Hybrid did his work, twitching faintly as he growled softly in his throat. He wanted to tear his eyes out. He wanted to claw his face apart and burst into an explosion of ecstasy, but the coyote currently had his dick between his teeth, and thus was in command of the situation. Samael could only lay back and close his eyes, sinking his claws into the earth at his sides. "Oh, really?" he purred, faint grin crossing his muzzle. He hoped Hybrid swallowed.[/html] |