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She had thought it impossible, but of course it was possible.. He was Satan incarnated and the young girl watched the massacre rise in intensity. Nausea washed over her and she was temporarily blind; black and red spots dancing in front of her eyes. It was too late though; her eyes had already been exposed to the gruesome sight of a man being torn apart by a true monster. These images and movies of Charon’s butcher would be transferred into the female's long-time memory. She would never be able to erase what had happened here today, would never be able to erase the sight that would toss her into endless nightmares for the rest of her life. Halo did not know who she was anymore.
The young hybrid’s lips parted and she screamed. She screamed. Her own fingers, graced with sharp claws, dug into her hair and she screamed, though she could not hear any sound. All she could register was her own thudding heart and for some reason the sound of the ocean, under the surface. Her eyes felt oddly dry. All of a sudden she realized that she could move again and she could not linger a moment longer here where her life already had been ended. She spun around and was up on her legs the same instant she realized that they had no strength. She fell to the ground in a pathetic heap, but paid no thought to humiliation now. She had to get out of here. Get up. Run.
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His terror rose to absolute fever pitch; he knew he was going to die. There was no question in the red eyes of the canine on top of him, touching him so gently. Charon could hardly help it, but the touch had sparked his arousal, and even as the knot of fear in his stomach expanded he felt himself grow hard in the other wolf's hand for just an instant before there was pain. Oh, god—it was unlike anything he'd ever felt before and instantly his head snapped back, unable to look at the mess Samael had created of his manhood. His body went absolutely rigid for a moment as the other canine's jaws descended, and there was more pain, but even as this new explosion registered on the wolf's mind it had begun to dim, blood spurting from his ruined appendages in great gushes thanks to the large vein running through it. It soaked the other wolf's chest and underbelly, spraying out and coating most of Charon's lower body as well, pooling between his legs in a veritable lake of red, aided by the sudden ripping of his underbelly. Charon felt his own heartbeat slow, the black edges of his vision closing in on the light as it shrank to pinhole size, evaporating into black, blank nothingness. His body spasmed and twitched several times over, the dying throes of the wolf's persistent energy evaporating as he died. The wolf's soul rose from his body, floating steadily away from the scene of the horrific crime, absolutely lacking concern with anything going on with his earthly form anymore, slowly fading into invisibility and eternity.
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He tasted delicious. The coyote went into a frenzy, ripping and tearing with flashing fangs and crimson eyes consumed by sheer bloodlust. At this point Samael was absolutely bathed in blood—his coat dripping with the sanguine liquid that once pumped and bubbled so effortlessly through his veins. He was a monster, caked with fresh and drying blood across nearly every inch of his body. He devoured the man’s heart, drinking the coppery, metallic blood like a vampire as it poured so freely from decimated veins and the wolf’s gaping, open belly. Jaws finding his throat, they tore through the fragile flesh, consuming every ounce of flowing, draining life attainable. Unable to contain himself, he mounted the lifeless body, desire creeping into his blood and burning like hot fire through his chest.
Adrenaline continued to surge through his form—death the strongest aphrodisiac the Prince of Fear ever having known. Suddenly, there was movement out of the corner of his eye. He’d nearly forgotten about Halo. Head snapping up, he turned toward the she-yote as she moved to flee the scene—instinct taking absolute hold of the demon’s mind as he crawled across the mangled corpse, springing into lightning fast motion after the woman. Jaws spreading wide, muscles tensing before sweet release he went after his next available target. Now, she was the prey, running away and kicking his mind into kill-mode. But she fell to the ground, collapsing in on herself like a crumpled doll. A turn of fate in its own right, for had she continued to flee Samael would have been unable to resist slashing her throat and draining her blood.
Instead, one clawed hand moved to grasp her anywhere he could—hair, arm, throat—and pull her back toward the murder scene. The stench of death permeated the air, soaked into the hell-beast’s coat and splattered across the ground in deep, dark crimson pools. He threw her down without any regard for comfort, angered by her apparent adoration for the canine. No longer did he care about her well being—he’d once thought her so full of potential, yet now she’d gone and shattered this ideal with petty fancies. Fangs bared and face contorted into a truly demonic expression he made to pin her to the soil, right there on the ground in the wolf’s freshly spilled blood.
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The girl would be happy to know that she had still managed to miss out on the most grotesque part. Realization struck the girl hard and she understood. The rumours of the Lykoi were not mere rumours. Halo had chosen to seek out Inferni. She had wanted to see and experience the horrors of her twisted family. This was why she had come here in the first place, for this. Nothing could ever compete with reality and the girl now understood too well how horribly wrong she had been. She now understood why it was only a hand of monsters able to do what they did. No one should ever have to witness the massacre that the girl just had seen. No one would want to see something that sickening. There was no trace of the man that the young hybrid had believed to be her uncle. There was just death and now two strong, clawed hands were dragging her back into it.
Glassy red eyes stared emptily into nothing and she knew that she would soon be as dead as Charon or worse. She could not find the strength to fight against the blood soaked devil. She found that she no longer had a voice either. He slammed her into the ground and the hard impact caused the oxygen to flee her lungs. Halo dimly noticed that the ground was soaked under her and the world spun around and devoured her whole with flesh and bones. His gaze was more terrifying than anything; breaking through her last mental defences with ease, like a knife through soft butter. Not a shiver dared to run through her body now. Would she have to die in the same disgusting way as Charon? Was that how her life was to end? Again she could not understand how she managed not to vomit up everything she had ever eaten.
She wanted to black out, but adrenaline was a treacherous thing. She caught every detail of his blood soaked face and the horrible horror that inhabited it. Panic and fear clung to her and she loathed it. Her feet trashed uselessly against the bloody ground in a pathetic attempt to push her body back into the earth and away from the horrible man. Her lips parted and it almost looked as if she was just about to ask a question. Her throat was dry and she was unable to construct a sensible sentence anyway. His madness did not belong to the de le Poer. Why did he possess such horror and why didn’t she? She was bred into insanity and she had failed at life. Her young heart was trying to burst its way out of her chest. What was the point when it was soon to be ripped out anyway?
She kept completely still, waiting for her life to pass in front of her eyes and the final death grip. She did not want to die. ”Don’t..” the girl’s muted lips whispered soundlessly. It was not exactly a plead, but not far from it either. She valued her life and could easily admit that she had made a mistake. Well anything, really. Just not death.
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Insanity ran rampant through the Prince of Fear’s blood. His mother was a sinner and a murderer, and his father was a self-proclaimed demon crawled up from the depths of hell. He’d held hope in the continuation of beauty, looking on to Halo as a perfect specimen of Lykoi blood, yet here she couldn’t even stand to see a wolf killed before her very eyes. Samael had been trained to kill wolves for as long as he could remember, since he’d learned to walk rather than stumble across the the sand outside of his mother’s secluded den, hidden away from the prying eyes of Inferni. So many Lykois were disappointments, desiring to coincide with wolves rather than exterminate them, and Samael saw that Halo was easily following that path without even realizing it. Her father had been the same—he’d betrayed Inferni and his family for the sake of a strange wolf that’d come charging into their territory stirring up trouble. They’d done nothing more than behave fully within their right, setting fangs into the trespasser to destroy him as punishment until Vitium had gotten in the way and suffered the consequences.
Fear drove through her veins like poison now, permeating the air around her body and mingling with the heavy stench of blood already soaked into his senses. He readily inhaled, tasting the air on his tongue as his jaws moved closer to her throat, admiring the steady rise and fall where her quickening heartbeat showed. She fought, thrashing against the ground before finally falling still and accepting her fate. Her voice pleaded almost silently, true horror shining in her blood-red eyes. But she was such a disappointment, she didn’t deserve to live. He would have cared for her so tenderly, protecting her as she grew into a true monster, yet here she was so weak and pathetic. He would have treated her like his very own daughter—the daughter he never had, yet would have been pleased to accept. But she’d chosen a wolf over him, and now that wolf was dead. Fangs baring, he forcefully shoved her legs apart, moving in between them as he held her down with his weight. She was still now, but fright could rise up again, invoking terror and protest against his actions.
But she wanted sex, and so he’d give it to her just as she so desired. He was a far worthier candidate than some fucking worthless wolf that had died so easily in his hands as though he’d never truly wanted to live in the first place. Already, the monster was aroused. Death did that to him, and Halo would create a far more delicious release than the mangled corpse of the grayscale canine. Hands travelling down her form, caressing her curves with a hungry, insatiable air, they moved between her thighs, jaws and nails ready to strike should she show any signs of trying to fight him off. She was still a virgin, yet untouched and yet untainted. He would be the first, breaking into her body and cracking the mental barriers placed against him. Fingers moved, gliding along the silky folds of her body as his other hand pressed against her belly, ensuring she didn’t try to move away from him. In some twisted way, he almost wanted her to enjoy it as much as he would—rape was a tool to the monster, shattering the soul and destroying the being.
In some inconceivable way he still—almost, anyway—wanted Halo to become a beautiful and hellish demoness, even if he was on the verge of murdering her. Her body was lovely, and it would be a shame to waste such perfection. Muzzle moving between her legs, pink tongue extending to take her taste into his mouth, teasing with the faintest of touches, he seemed to be giving her another chance, testing her reaction to gauge what he’d do next—whether or not he’d simply tear her soul apart so effortlessly and leave her abandon as the worthless trash she was behaving as, or take her back into his arms and adore her. Crimson eyes ever watchful, he became more forceful, pressing his tongue into her body and running it slowly across her flesh.
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The young Lykoi had killed before without hesitation, though only once. It had been quick and clean and she had felt disappointment rush in when delight had not entered her system. The girl’s head was marred with twisted dreams and beliefs that did not cover the real thing. She had expected so much more when she had severed the trespasser’s throat, but she had been standing left with nothing. The slaughter of the grayscale male had brought the taste of bile to her mouth and sent her mind into a painful self destruction. Although it had never been her intention to be so, it had now been revealed that she had been too protected. With Halo there had been too much talk and not even close to enough action. Ah, when she had met Samael Lykoi in the city for the first time she had ached for him and his dark powers. The irony was not completely lost on her.
His eyes spoke of death and despite it all Halo thought she understood. She had not been strong enough. The lovely scalpel had not been used on a living wolf’s flesh. The farthest she had gone was when she had studied one of her rats’ anatomy. She had told him to stop and she had tried to run away. Although this was what the common individual probably would have done, this meant failure in her uncle’s eyes. Both of them were disappointed, but Halo was the one that had to die. His face lingered over her and a light shiver could not be avoided when she saw his face move mostly out of her sight to linger close to her throat – she could feel his warm breath against her electrified fur. Although it was a battle to keep her body still as she waited for her execution, she probably could not have moved an inch while under the spell of that remarkably atrocious gaze of his.
The girl had not yet understood that while she was still alive the worst thing that could happen had yet to occur. Air was sucked into her lungs in an involuntary hiss when her legs were forced apart. Her whole soul and body screamed soundlessly at the move that had been made. It was wrong in every way and despite her age and teasing ways she was still untouched in every way. Her body started to tremble uncontrolled and it was a proper challenge to choke the sobs that wanted to leap out into the blood soaked air. Salty, fat tears started to dance down her face in a quickly increasing stream of silent misery. The slaughter scene from mere minutes before started its replay and she barely managed to suppress a tormented moan when she felt humid hands travelling down her body and reaching for her most private parts.
The clawed hand resting against her abdomen was a constant reminder that her body only needed to suggest an incoming move before those sharp nails would dig into her belly. She could do her best at staying alive, but she could not fully control her body’s screaming need to defend against this unwelcome touch. Halo could feel the muscles in her legs slowly tense in distress, but despite the sickening need to thrash against the ground again to get away, his deadly hand somehow managed to keep her from tossing her whole self into the wild and senseless panic that pressed on to be released. Her tongue found the sharp points of her own teeth and she bit down, drawing blood instantly. Samael’s hands had been so gentle and loving the moment before he had turned Charon into a heap of meat and entrails.
Another more distinct tremble ran through her body when finger slid into her and he now knew. Her muscles tensed even more at that unwelcome invasion of her privacy. He knew now that she was all pretend and so fake in the deceiving games she loved to play with random males. Halo had tempted many men, but only for her own entertainment. Sex and everything closely associated with it was intimidating and had not appealed to her. Every moment she expected pain to toss her into oblivion, almost wishing for him to finish her off as quickly as possible. She knew what he was though – he knew how to make his victims suffer. She had been so unlucky to witness it moments earlier. Ruby eyes stared up into nothingness, and she could not bear to close them – knowing that other senses grew more sensitive and granted stronger reports when one sense was not in use.
Something happened, but not what the female had expected. Again; something worse. What was happening was not unpleasant in that sense – there was no pain – but it was that horrible anticipation, knowing that she was mere inches from death. And he was not welcome. An abrupt inhale sounded as her body reacted with surprise. This was a moister and warmer caress in the forbidden area, causing another involuntary move – a small flinch – to jolt through the girl. She was still battling to keep her body motionless, but her body emitted a strange sensation where – oh, god – his tongue swept over the sensitive flesh. She did not understand it, but she knew it was not right. She tried to push it away and protect her mind from what was happening to her body; wanted to leave everything behind and drift away into nothingness.
Ruby eyes twitched as she attempted to go somewhere else in her mind – unsuccessfully – as the male’s tongue kept massaging that surprisingly responsive area. Her leg twitched lightly without her bidding. It was as if he was imprisoning her mind inside her body; forcing her reluctant focus to whatever it was he was doing with it. The increasing pressure and movement from the male caused a small ripple to spike through her and she was unable to recognize the sensation. She gasped unintentionally and could not believe the treacherous feeling of a strange and new delight spreading from his escalating touch, against her will.
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Depending on her reaction to his touch, Halo herself would be the one deciding her own fate without even knowingly realizing it. If she accepted him and showed contrite for her foolishness he wouldn’t kill her, but if she tried to fight him off he’d simply take what he wanted before tearing out her throat. Her body was tense, rejecting him and his actions, but she didn’t struggle—tears streaming down her face from eyes that remained wide open as she attempted to hold up a permanent mental barrier between the contact of their two bodies. Yet her involuntary gasp gave her away, briefly rising on the crisp air and contradicting her apparent misery, showing that she felt some form of pleasure even if her mind refused to accept it. This enticed him onward, roughly caressing with his tongue as he explored the silk and warmth of her body. While the thought briefly entered his head of simply sinking his fangs right in and truly devouring her flesh as he’d done with Charon, he refrained, intent on presenting the girl with one last chance at retribution.
Their blood held perfection, holding onto a line imbued with beautiful madness and the singular heritage of originating from Kaena’s womb, and he didn’t particularly savor the thought of destroying yet another link to that chain. But the weakest links must severed and destroyed before they infect the entire bloodline, splitting them down the middle and deviating from the inherit goal of wreaking havoc and death onto the lesser, inferior species of filthy wolves. Any other creature he would have long murdered already, but the crimson star branded onto the girl’s breast held him back, standing out against the cinnamon fur and granting uncharacteristic mercy onto her soul. She was tainted, truly, by a heavy amount of lupine blood, but the de le Poer that’d contributed to her existence had lived within Inferni, possessing the “soul” of a coyote within his pathetic form. He had been pardoned for his heritage by his actions, becoming lover to Kaena and fathering a brood of wolfish children. She herself had abandoned her wolf ancestor’s name, taking the title of Lykoi and rejecting the wolf within her—or so he’d first thought.
Samael could taste arousal on Halo’s flesh, for even as her mind screamed for him to stop her body would give in to his touch. He did not have to be cruel—the Prince of Fear could be kind and gentle to those worthy of his affection, and he’d once begun to believe Halo worthy of joining the miniscule fraction of canines he didn’t wish to destroy, nor would turn on until they betrayed him first. Even now, despite her asinine adoration for the deceased lupine he had yet to smear her entrails across the pavement. Fingers drove into her flesh, breaking the one last reminder of innocence and youth, knowing she would feel pain before pleasure even as he did so. Yet if any blood was shed it was lost in the crimson already staining his coat, drying into the darkened fur and lingering with a thick, coppery odor. His tongue had only briefly paused, moving back to press against her sensitive skin and continue where he left off, caressing where he knew she’d feel it the most.
Fingers pushed into the depths of her body, reveling in the warmth and wetness within as they slowly moved toward her core, retreated almost completely outside of her form before repeating once again, thrusting back in as far as they could go. He wanted her to find absolute oblivion at his hands, savoring the power he held over her body and mind as he gave her what she’d always seemed to be asking for with the males she’d teased and tested without any intention of satisfying.
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Her light cream chest rose and fell somewhat more steadily now; the small ripples of blocked sobs were slowly going extinct within her. This was yet another proof that Samael could be as kind as he could be cruel, but she could not ignore the pulsing fear that his soft caress would turn into piercing fangs. The wolf had not been given a chance to choose between life and death, so why would she be worthy of salvation? Her mixed blood was horribly tainted already from birth, and looking at it from this angle made her wonder why she was alive at all. Her mind had thirsted for the potential that Samael possessed and so easily used to create death, but the real thing had made her whole soul cringe and her eyes had bled with horror. Exchanging her distressed, shallow breaths with deeper, more filling versions, she thought it a wonder that the heavy odour of death did not choke her. Blood lingered heavy in the air and fresh, almost sensational on her tongue now.
She was not aware of it yet, but her defences were slowly crumbling to the ground as he continued to send spikes of this wonderful yet strangely unsatisfying pleasure. It was like an upset sea, sending waves of various dimensions rushing into shore. She had seen how death had aroused the demonic Lykoi, and had been cast into confusion. The mangled body of Charon witnessed it all, and as her thought vaguely touched that fact, Halo realized with yet another audible gasp that her free will and focus seemed to be dwindling away as Samael’s presence slowly absorbed everything else that once had mattered. There was blood everywhere – sticky against her back – but it was not all that interesting and mind numbing anymore. The stillness that she had forced upon her body in order to keep her life intact was slowly breaking as well, and her mind noted this with a splash of additional horror.
It felt like he was everywhere. She could feel her own claws slowly dig into the crimson, humid ground in lack of anything else to hold on to. All sense and meaning was blown away as he brought forth that new sensation that was impossible to compare to anything she had experienced before. Ruby eyes were merely two narrowed lines now, getting lost and no longer so reluctant to let go. They opened wide again the moment when the building pleasure was abruptly invaded by pain. Although her mind had foolishly attempted to ready itself for this, a surprised jolt dashed through her and her sudden cry pain had already tasted freedom before it was cut off abruptly when her jaws snapped shut, for it was not his fangs and claws ripping her apart. She instinctively knew that he had broken and shattered the innocence she had held on to for so long, but her sorrow fled as seducing currents of that same pleasurable fire from moments earlier returned with increased intensity, pulsing through her, closely followed by those involuntary shivers of delight.
Her breaths were climbing audibly as her back slightly arched despite the deadly hand resting against her fragile belly. She couldn’t really help herself. The waves were transformed into jolts of electricity now, sending bursts of the building sensation that could not be turned away. There was no room for thought anymore – she could only marvel at the heat of the moment and the male’s intoxicating movements. Greed consumed her and her mind and body screamed for more. When his fingers pushed into her she could feel her body tensing for a split moment with the most recent memory of pain. ”I..-” the girl's voice started in a strained breath before the intended sentence was sucked into a void and her voice twisted into a wordless plea soaked with bliss. Perhaps she had wanted forgiveness – redemption. A close to violent jerk went through her as the sudden, invading motion of his fingers threw her off bay and shattered her last defenses. Her hips moved with silent desperation against his fingers’ rhythmic thrusts. It felt like she was going to burst any moment.
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He was the whore and the sinner, struck by lust and every other affliction of the mortal soul thought possible. Angels were meant to be sheer perfection, with flawless white wings and no dark desires to taint their immortal essence, but the Fallen had been cast away from this impossible beauty, reveling in the primordial muck and filth of the earthly race and so much more. Samael Lykoi was the Fallen, with a soul brought into this world lacking the granted innocence of birth and stained black with sin before he’d even been able to make any of his own personal mistakes. He had been baptized in blood and excrement, possessing sordid, unholy desire for his own mother and a sick, sensual adoration for murder and chaos—at least, according to general society’s standards. He wished to see the world burn—torn down at the very seams of existence until everyone and everything mirrored his own twisted, hedonistic view of reality. He was not wrong—he was simply who he was, and nothing more. He did not conform to society’s standards, and was a heretic by the views of his own brother.
Though Halo consciously rejected him, her body was slowly breaking down its barriers, allowing him to enter into her physical flesh and soul in a manner she herself had never anticipated and did not yet understand. He would introduce her to a world she had never imagined, molding her like he would have his own child—his own flesh and blood—into a perfect version of the Lykoi resembling what his mother had once embodied. It was pain before pleasure, bleeding and writhing before the ecstasy could flood ever fiber of her being in more ways than one. His clawed hand had since retreated from where it’d rested across her belly, allowing her freedom as she seemed less and less capable of rebellion. Now, it was only her own will that kept her in place, growing intoxicated beneath his touch as her body slowly, subtly reacted in a purely natural manner—shifting and moving, arching against him in a silent plea for more.
Even if she didn’t understand what was happening, her body did, and he spoke to her flesh alone now—his tongue caressing her sensitive flesh and his fingers thrusting toward the warmth of her core, attempting to invoke carnal pleasure and desire until she screamed out in absolute, unadulterated pleasure. Oh, he wasn’t so selfless a creature to be finished if she did achieve release, trembling beneath his hands and breaking into a blinding rush of ecstasy, but he would try to please her, catering predominantly to her Lykoi heritage and that at least in some subtle, unconscious way she had proved that she wished to rid of her wolfen blood and embrace their shared family ties. He would mount her and fuck her still, gaining his own climax and relieving his body at least momentarily of heightened, uncontrollable lust, but first he would show her what he could do, and what just the right touch could invoke at the opportune moment.
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She was far from untainted, though Samael was making new way for new sins to infest her body and soul once he was done with her. Her terror was temporary muted – pushed aside as the demon’s actions caused her body to writhe with affection for his touch. Halo would never be able to gaze into the twisted reality her Lykoi uncle lived in, but his doings would slowly and determinately lead her into discovering her own inner demons living and breathing within her soul, though undiscovered still. Perhaps her wolfen mother had anticipated her daughter’s future and tried to save her already lost soul by expressing the wish for a different life by granting Halo such a deceiving name. The halo had been pulled down around her neck and tugged her to the ground. Her mind was too pure yet in order to bear to touch the degree of darkness where Samael resided. The possibilities were endless though – someone would just have to guide her along the pitch black path to make certain that she would be swallowed whole by the gloomy beauty – quiescent for now- in her genes.
There was an unexpected urge to reach out to retrieve the man’s hand as it slid away from her abdomen. Had she been able to shift her attention better she would have observed the crimson mark left on her milk coloured stomach. Wherever he had touched her there were traces of crimson, strangely beautiful like in the controversial masterpiece where darkness too could be appreciated by breathless spectators. The absence of the weight of his blood stained claws left her with a strange ache for his presence to intensify. Samael’s caress already seemed to be everywhere. Her body was filled up with endless echoes and ghosts of the touch applied to her most sensitive areas and still there was poured more fuel onto the fire. Her body was seething with conflict – unable to restrain from movement by Samael’s celestial touch, though desperate to find immobility for him to more easily do his magic. She quivered, feeling the unstable jolts of unpolluted bliss meld together into a pulsing wave, gliding closer with rejuvenated intensity.
Dangerously close now – her breathing ceased momentarily as she caught her breath abruptly and reveled at the impossible building sensation engulfing her with ecstasy. Her trembling voice found its way out as the wave flushed through her. Both desperation and satisfaction tugged at her. She wrapped around that impossible pleasure – holding on to it and prayed for it to linger. Right there and then she did not even know her own name. Blood and death were added as the dominant associations to sexual pleasure along with the beautiful sensation of her first orgasm. Realization would come with time – right now she could not care less of how her psyche would suffer.
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She was growing closer and closer, reaching that breaking point where she would be consumed by utter ecstasy. Suddenly, her muscles tensed as her breath ceased to be, withdrawing into her lungs as her body was consumed by an impossible feeling she would have never felt before in her assumed innocence. Weak, trembling voice broke free from her lips as he felt the change within her, utterly enticed by her body’s reaction to his touch. Her mind may have fought him, but her body had ultimately given in, allowing her the pleasure he’d so willingly presented, but now he desired his own. He was a lustful creature by nature, unable to walk away when he’d gotten this far—even if it would harm her psyche far further than his simple caresses had done only moments before. Rising, he quickly moved into position, forcing himself within with little regard for her own well-being. She’d already been aroused and her muscled loosened to the point of release, so unless she again tried to fight against him he would find very little resistance. Pain would again be invoked by his entry into her body—especially so quickly and for the first time ever, but this was tossed aside for selfish desire. He reveled in her warmth—her body so pure and untainted, and he desired to consume and utterly devour every single inch of it.
Ravenous, he thrust roughly against her, losing himself within the carnal feelings that surged through him and tossed his threadbare sanity aside. His hands rested on the ground beside her, sinking his nails into the earth as he barely felt the sticky blood that’d soaked into the soil beneath them. His coat was already coated with drying crimson as it flaked and fell away from him, raining down with each movement. He jaws sought her throat, just able to restrain himself from sinking his teeth deep into her jugular and withdrawing every ounce of her blood, draining her dry like a vampire’s deathly kiss. No, instead he clenched his teeth tightly together and tightened his jaw muscles almost to pain, biting down on his own fangs as he inhaled the sweet scent of her neck and hair, longing for the life that throbbed beneath the delicate skin before his lips. He was alive, and the feelings that hotly flooded his veins, driving him toward oblivion assured him infinitely of this. It was like a drug, consuming him and maddening him until nothing else existed. He wished to plummet over the edge, aroused by those that’d fallen before him and the life that he could so easily be taken with his own hands.
Death was its own fulfillment, romanticized fully within the beast’s demonic mind, and when Samael died he would die with open arms and a wicked smile on his face—hoping he at least died only moments after achieving orgasm. There was no sense of time any longer, and it could have been moments, hours, or even days before he felt what he sought after rising up through his core, creeping through his being and inching along his veins before eventually slamming against his body and mind like a tidal wave. Sharp snarl escaping his lips, he pressed tightly against her body until the feeling eventually receded, finally withdrawing, panting and pleased. Moving away, he left her there where she was lying, shifting to the still body of the carcass he’d murdered earlier and sunk his fangs into the exposed, crimson flesh. It was blood he sought, not flesh, and he tore through the muscle and tissue, draining the beast until he was fully dry. Blood-red vision shifting, his head momentarily turned, recalling the girl and searching for her before his jaws again buried themselves in the flesh that was slowly growing cool and immobile.
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Everything blurred out as the change danced through her on feet of ecstasy. She held on to it – wanted to be utterly consumed forever, but the large wave decreased in strength and only left a lingering echo of her visit into oblivion. She was still far away from reality when suddenly a dark shadow from the past reappeared and inflicted devious pain so suddenly that her mind snapped out of its contented state and straight back to the gruesome reality. There was no time for her to writhe or protest as he pushed into her brutally. A gasp was released into the air so heavily soaked of sex and blood. The feeling of Samael pushing into her did not feel entirely wrong though – this despite the apparent lack of the tenderness he had showed her so vividly moments earlier. It hurt as he thrust roughly against her, but her innocence had already been broken, and her own fluids assisted the male as he took what he wanted from her. Her mind was clearer now – wanted to reawaken the mind numbing fear that had coursed so thickly through her before he had shattered her completely with his touch. Her ruby eyes had opened again to discover what her sensitive skin already had registered: his teeth dangerously close to her creamy throat again as he pushed against her. The hybrid panted slightly, trying to lose her self in bodily desires once again as the pain from his rough intrusion slowly faded and was replaced with a less direct feeling that she could classify as pleasurable.
Her body remained still for now though, for there was no desire within the girl to awaken the rage within the beast again so soon. He went on with his rough ride, and she was left in the gloom begging silently for her own life. His breath w as hot and needy against her creamy fur, but she was growing frightened again and did not want to bask in the pleasurable sensations that she could have investigated more in-depth had her mind not been so clear. It was with a shrill dancing along her spine that Samael Lykoi reached his climax. He pressed against her and went still for a few long moments. Her heart thumbed strongly against his chest, but her breath was nonexistent as she wondered if her life was saved. Did it matter though? Hadn’t he already destroyed her? The beast stirred and came back to life, and her gaze followed him as he pulled away and moved over to the pile of flesh that had bore the name Charon. Her lip shivered slightly as her ruby gaze moved up to the heavy sky above. Slowly, the girl’s arm pushed against the ground as she got up in a sitting position. Moving hurt her and when she let her fingers gently touch at the sore area between her legs they reappeared with fresh, crimson blood. Her fur was a bloody mess already, but that was not from her blood. She was uncertain whether or not this belonged to her or not, and refrained from drawing a conclusion.
Her gaze was carefully lowered as her face turned in the direction of the Lykoi psychopath. Could she not bear to meet his gaze any longer? What had he done to her? She wanted to wrap her arms around her slender flame and weep, but knew better than to deal with emotional problems in front of monsters. She touched her face; brushed the still damp lines from her shed tears. Shame was drawing closer. She had been weak – unable to wield that beautiful Lykoi madness and unable to fight back when Samael had come for her next. What had just been done could never be undone. Her over-sized ears hang miserably from her head and she no longer felt any song from her heart. A shivering breath was all that could be heard from the female as she evaded the male’s form and let her eyes go vacant. She felt numb and filthy. Yes; filthy. How was it possible? Earlier today she had been so happy and now she wondered if she ever would be able to find that same emotion again ever. With the noise of Samael ripping through wolf flesh haunting her ears, Halo closed her eyes.
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