The demon's steps left smoking prints across the greenry as she stalked through the Garden. The animals - innocent of evil but no longer free of fear - scattered at her approach and she told herself that she was glad of it. The sword in her hand was hellfire in solid form and she carried the scars of an eternity in the service of the Morningstar with all the pride she had.
The Infernal Host was fewer now, rumours spreading like wildfire of a new Weapon, a new type of Angel sent to end the War forever. The Morningstar was gone from His throne, leaving His generals to squabble over the scraps of power left and His Most Loyal to search this new earth for him.
She stepped out of the trees to find herself on ...a beach? The sea hissed across perfect white sand and the air was clear and almost...sweet. Anissina wrinkles her nose at this and her hand hesitates on the verge of touching the water.
She can feel someone watching her and spins, sword ready, to find herself being watched from the sea. An angel sits on what might once have been part of a temple, watching with wide curious eyes. Her wings are a rich, living emerald that matched her hair and eyes and Anissina hesitates once more as the angel looks at her.
There is no recognition, no anger in those wide eyes, just curiousity that blends into appreciation and thence to shades of what Anissina slowly realizes is desire. She flexes her own wings, the membranes stretching out to the point of pain. The angel stares at her wings, her armour and the black-burning sword and Anissina waits for horror to replace lust. And waits. And waits until she begins to feel foolish.
The angel looks at her and Anissina can feel her wings open slightly, just enough to arch her spine to a proud curve. She's displaying herself, as if this angel would ever understand or appreciate it. But even demons want and crave.
She tilts her chin up, feeling the shiver as her hair shifts across the sensitive surfaces. She can feel heat, pulsing under her skin as the angel stares at her and it would take the Divine and Morningstar to keep the smile from her lips as green wings open to reveal soft curves and pure pale skin. She imagines that skin reddened and dark with bruises and she does shiver at the surge of heat/lust/want.
The angel glides through the air, shy but willing. She lands, just close enough that Anissina can feel her heat like a ghostly caress against her skin and she leans down to press their lips together. It's almost like Falling again, the same dizzying disorientation as all that is stable and sure slips from beneath her feet.
But this time, there is trust and purity, sweet and slick across her tongue and a soft moan and gasp to guide her and the taste of the angel's throaty pleading as it turns to exultant screams under Anissina's wicked tongue. And there are green-living-warm wings to wrap her round and keep her safe when she can fight no more.
The Infernal Host was fewer now, rumours spreading like wildfire of a new Weapon, a new type of Angel sent to end the War forever. The Morningstar was gone from His throne, leaving His generals to squabble over the scraps of power left and His Most Loyal to search this new earth for him.
She stepped out of the trees to find herself on ...a beach? The sea hissed across perfect white sand and the air was clear and almost...sweet. Anissina wrinkles her nose at this and her hand hesitates on the verge of touching the water.
She can feel someone watching her and spins, sword ready, to find herself being watched from the sea. An angel sits on what might once have been part of a temple, watching with wide curious eyes. Her wings are a rich, living emerald that matched her hair and eyes and Anissina hesitates once more as the angel looks at her.
There is no recognition, no anger in those wide eyes, just curiousity that blends into appreciation and thence to shades of what Anissina slowly realizes is desire. She flexes her own wings, the membranes stretching out to the point of pain. The angel stares at her wings, her armour and the black-burning sword and Anissina waits for horror to replace lust. And waits. And waits until she begins to feel foolish.
The angel looks at her and Anissina can feel her wings open slightly, just enough to arch her spine to a proud curve. She's displaying herself, as if this angel would ever understand or appreciate it. But even demons want and crave.
She tilts her chin up, feeling the shiver as her hair shifts across the sensitive surfaces. She can feel heat, pulsing under her skin as the angel stares at her and it would take the Divine and Morningstar to keep the smile from her lips as green wings open to reveal soft curves and pure pale skin. She imagines that skin reddened and dark with bruises and she does shiver at the surge of heat/lust/want.
The angel glides through the air, shy but willing. She lands, just close enough that Anissina can feel her heat like a ghostly caress against her skin and she leans down to press their lips together. It's almost like Falling again, the same dizzying disorientation as all that is stable and sure slips from beneath her feet.
But this time, there is trust and purity, sweet and slick across her tongue and a soft moan and gasp to guide her and the taste of the angel's throaty pleading as it turns to exultant screams under Anissina's wicked tongue. And there are green-living-warm wings to wrap her round and keep her safe when she can fight no more.
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And Double has a most perfect icon for this. Do you know, I think I've written more porn for this pairing than most of my 'normal' pairings?
Ani/Gis, the new smut muses?
But YAY for Double-approval! *Swanks*
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