#euphemoria

the brunette slowly crossed the room, planting herself right on his lap," i was told how lucky i was to have such a kind man willing to take care of me and my unborn child." her nose crinkled in amusement," though i think they wanted to say bastard." her hand reached to pull her hair from the twist she had thrown it up in," i can't believe it's just us now."

Still, even she couldn't entirely believe that she'd caught the attention of Belial himself, that the prince was here and wanting to be the one to taste her. While she'd never been above consorting with the infernal physically either, she'd never touched one on his level. His power made him something worth respecting, something worth her time. It was thrilling. Her life was so often lacking that thrill when she could decimate nearly anything in her path, so she was going to chase this one. She was going to drain every ounce of it as she could from her time with him, so she grinned at his words. "And what exactly..." the witch began as she stepped closer and arched into him. A hand that she could never truly wash the blood from lifted, her thumb pressing into the demon's bottom lip and dragging it down for a quick glimpse of the teeth he wanted to put to her flesh. Fear and Mona had never been known to each other. "Do you plan on giving me if I let you?"

Although, it rebelled less with him speaking to her like that. More than the fact that she understood his words, understood the feral want in them, she was afraid of just how badly she wanted them to be true. For once, she wanted someone to want her for real. She wanted the desire that she inspired to be honest, not just a response to the infernal half of her. When she looked up at him, it almost felt real. He looked like he meant it. Maybe he did now, and she couldn't help but consider indulging both of their hunger for a fleeting moment. Once she was gone though, his starvation would be, too. He would escape this. Escape her. "Don't worry, it'll pass." Essie said softly, regretfully, curling her hands into tight fists to resist reaching for him. "I promise."

"fuck yeah. give it to me, father." dmitri moaned the words, pushing his hips back to fuck himself on solomon's cock. his own cock bobbing between his thighs with the movement. the cross thumping lightly against his chest was an ironic symbol given the moment. dimi thought nothing of it, too distracted by the sensation of his hole being stretched by thick cock. he'd thought the roleplay a little silly at first, but now he could feel himself slowly getting into it. "fill me up with your holiness. i need to be blessed, father."

Jae could only smirk. He wasn't easily deterred, never had been. "I can never stop this crush on you." The demon reached out. He tucked his fingers under their chin. "Someday, you will want me, too." And he didn't think it would be long. He had a knack for getting his way, especially when it came to people. Hell, he'd gotten enough of them to follow him that the word cult was getting thrown around. That amused him almost as much as chasing a soul he wanted down. He could stop laughing though. He couldn't bring himself to stop chasing.

"I took the steps you wouldn't take. I made the moves you wouldn't make." The words were accusatory, but her voice was flat. Sunday didn't know how else she was supposed to deal with the ache in her chest rather than to just shut it out. She was a master of thinking through her feelings. Logic cut through the sting of everything until the sting wasn't even there at all. She never flinched. Now, she couldn't even look at them. This was why she never let anyone in. It was too dangerous. Case and point. "I wish someone would drive a stake into my godforsaken heart."