#deamonette

Pics of a little stress relief diorama it made and painted today :)

“But why us, ‘Mata? What’d we do?  I know last skirmish didn’t go that great, but-”

Fermata rolled her eyes.  “We aren’t being punished, and you know that.  Our Lady wants us out here because we’re the right tools for the job.”

“But ‘gathering souls’ is so vague!  Anyway, it’s not like mortals really need the help...”

Adaigo emerged from beneath a ship’s control panel.  Fowl-smelling grease streaked her skin- though she wore the stains as easily as any dancer’s costume. “Truthfully, I think we may have angered Her; though I don’t know what could be the cause.  Nonetheless, perhaps out devotion may yet prove our loyalty.”  She turned to the panel and gate it an affectionate pat.  “Let us learn from these machines the mortals use, and come to better understand our role.”

Fermata nodded.  “Well said.  Is the link-up ready?”

“It certainly is.  Allow me to prepare myself.”

“Oooh!”  Trill brightened up.  “I’ll get my new axe.”

Fermata looked over at the corner of the deck where Elegy was sitting.  “Are you read, couplet?”

The younger deamonette’s eyes fluttered open.  She blinked for a moment, like a mortal waking from a deep sleep.  “I don’t think She’s mad at us.”

“I don’t either,” she looked out the viewscreen.  The mortal stars shown beyond, frail and strange.  “But I think it’s going to be hard.  Harder than any of us know right now.”

Elegy nodded.  “In the tales, leaving home always is.”

Fermata nodded, slowly.  After a moment, she turned to face the main corridor running down the length of the ship.  “Band!” she called.  “To me!”

Approximately twenty minuets or so later, a vid message was broad cast on all frequencies.

The message, delivered by four strange and blasphemous beings went:

“Greetings mortals!  To the followers of Our Lady, we bring news.  To the dogs of the corpse god, we bring a challenge.  We come to this plane as messengers, and we are on the move.  Expect our appearance.”

[Image description: an androgynous, muscular figure leaping towards the right side of the page.  She is holding two simple sickles in boneless, tentacle like hands.  She is grinning with a mouth full of pointed teeth.  On her head, a knot of tendrils is pulled back by a silver clasp.  Her body is marked with branching purple marks, forming almost geometric designs where they cluster together.  Her feet end in two crescent shaped blades.]

My brother got me new pens for my birthday, so I finally finished the deamonette I’ve been working on!

Made and painted up a little diorama kitabsh as stress relief today :)

Blood/Gore/Torture | Emperor's Children| BDSM

Someone screamed. Not that unusual, all things considered. Sabian shrugged and went back to what he was doing - trying to get used to the deamonette using his behind as their own personal cocksleeve. They were very skilled at not hitting the good spots, he thought sorely, his hand fisting his cock as the deamonette fucked him harder, clearly chasing their own pleasure over his own.

Their nails dug into his pale back, drawing blood as they moaned and groaned in their own pleasure. Sabian shifted his hips - just a bit further up - The deamonette, lost in their own pleasure, acquiesced, shoving their own cock into them at the point where he needed it to be. Sabian groaned, his hand jerking his cock as the deamonette fucked his seed into him, claws drawing blood that was greedily lapped up by them. His own balls tightened up, his cock spluttering seed beneath him. Sabian sighed, content.

Deamonette.

Model, MUA&special effects by Elena Samko