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Always longing and remorseful for what he could never have. Always decrepit and pitiful, like a creature that no longer desired to live, moving along like a walking corpse without purpose or intent. And yet within him lay the true demon, wishing to escape and let his true purpose be known. His mind had already begun to fracture long ago, but now it had begun to split in two, revealing two individual parts of the greater whole. There was the wasted whore, seeking only to sate his lust and drown in blood and sin. And then there was the methodical madman, seeking knowledge and power, destroying without reason, but with a purpose set in mind. The true harbinger of chaos and fear, the real Prince of Fear that refused to be held back and held down by the prince's mortal afflictions. But for now, the former showed itself in the form of Samael creeping along through Inferni's caves, bloodsoaked from a recent kill with vision vacant and empty. Dried blood was caked into his fur and around his lips, peeling away with each movement and shaking from his body like a mini snowfall. Fangs were bared in quiet aggression, silent snarl dying in his throat before even escaping past his lips.[/html]
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[/html]Lorri didn't mean to follow the terrible (terribly pretty! she thought) bloodcaked boy into the caves but they were headed in the same direction anyway, and she had time to kill. She admired his ability to slither along the shadowed tunnels as if he were a snake and they were his home. She hardly managed to whisker her way along the stale blackness, but the reverberations of the he-yote's gate helped her hone in. Aside from this little nuisance Lorri's mind was incapable of worrying about the dangers of following an unknown stranger into an unknown place. Besiiides... he seemed like an interesting fellow with his unique rotten odor, unearthly movements along the cavern walls, and the fact that his body nourished a phallus upon its loins. No longer could she wait to get to know him, Lorri stopped walking and uttered a demanding "Hey."
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There was a presence that lurked in the shadows behind him, either following along in his tracks, or just happening to be traveling in the same direction he was. Samael ignored the ghost, thoughts distracted and dwelling on far greater things that lived within his mind that outweighed a simple stalker. He was sick, his mind diseased and his soul rotting from the inside out. It showed in the ragged nature of his coat and the way his skin was stretched so tautly across his bones. Suddenly, a voice broke through his thoughts and the coyote prince stopped. His head turned back, crimson eyes laying on the dark she-yote that blended in so well with the darkness. Her eyes seemed to burn like embers against her black pelt, reflecting what little light was available in the caves. "Yes?" he asked lightly, watching the she-creature with a remote interest.[/html]
[html] [/html]He turned. He faced her. Lorri took the opportunity to fully digest the thick scent effusing from him, where as before she could only get whiffs of traces. She knew this was a sick coyote, not just another wannabe. She could see mental malignity in his faintly lit eyes, feel it pouring out of every pore and washing over her like a drunken stupor. How fucking irresistible. After his mild reply the next move was hers, but it was anything but mild. Like verbal foreplay before an eager ear fuck she caressed him with vulgar tongue, "You're a sick psycho ...I bet. That turns me on." Lorri hid an entertained smile and shot the stranger a deathsex glare.
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She moved in close, her tongue caressing his ear in a most inappropriate manner. Crimson eyes flashed, a grin stretching across his muzzle. A horrible, amused and sadistic expression that twisted his features into a maddened appearance. "Would you like to see," the coyote prince hissed, own muzzle finding it's way into the fur at her throat, "just how psycho I can be?" Fangs sought to grab flesh, biting down as his body began to twist and mold, shifting from the four-legged creature he'd been born as, into the mutant thing he could become.[/html]
[html] [/html]With words so unethical fizzing in her head she urged for more with a croak ...Shortly interrupted by the eager pull of fangs against neck, which she revealed more of by lifting her head in order to suffer his madness more fully. Lorri felt his skin and bones shifting and creaking, but she preferred to stay in coyote form, so as not to aggravate the lethal tools pressing into her skin. Instead she said yes, more of a tortured moan than anything.
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Her head lifted, revealing more of her lovely throat and a burst of arousal shot through him. Clawed hands, paws just moments before, rested against her neck, feeling the faint beat of her heart from the vein there. He wanted to tear her apart. To fuck her and make her bleed. To taste her and feel her from the inside. Nails dragged through the flesh of her back and shoulders, biting harder at her throat, aiming to make her bleed.[/html]
[html] [/html]Her aorta throbbed against his fingertips as ragged gasps forced there way through a constricted airway. The coyote leaned in towards his putrid, transformed presence as she lost control of the body that now belonged to a demon. Lips tightened and jaws revealed a fervent sneer of 42 white spindles as her body trickled gleaming red rivulets in several places.
Lorri struggled against the wonderful hardness between his thighs. It was a genuine fight now as paws straggled against the hard earth, but she reveled in the intense fury sparking between them. A jagged screech left her lips as she tried to pique the monster to a point of no return. Maybe they were already there... It was hard to tell in darkness.
[html] mall-caps;color:#660000;">there's no one here to tuck me in, so the shotgun will instead
He was half-way shifted, staying somewhere between wolf and mutant devil. Her ragged gasps and futile struggling caused excitement to rush through his veins, pounding through his blood as her heartbeat pounded against his fingertips. Her blood glistened against her dark coat, permeating the air with a metallic scent. Hand trailed down her body, moving across her belly toward warmth and wetness. Fingers moved against her, thrusting into her as he tasted her blood on his tongue, hissing softly in a pleased manner.
and fade to black. they fuck hardcore or something and it's amazing and so hot you all like eight pop boners. the end.[/html]
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