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Post by Behax on Apr 22, 2020 19:59:46 GMT
The stretch of Brahm’s girth pushing slowly into him stung. Oath’s breaths came out as shuddered gasps, as his body was slowly forced to take Brahm in his entirety. Shuddered as the man pulled back. The deep long thrust back into Oath’s body tore a wrapsed cry, a sound mixed in pain and pleasure from the half-angel’s throat.
As Envy’s charms grew a little thinner, the first thing Oath became cognisant of was the dull pain of being stretched around Brahm’s cock, the pain of the hard and heavy thrusts tearing into his body. He could still feel the pleasure of course, though the arousal was no longer all consuming. His head rather than only drowning in pleasure, was becoming a dizzying mix of ecstasy and pain. His moans were no longer just filled with pleasure, but hurt. For now Oath still wasn’t aware enough to start realising just what was happening to him.
He let out a choked, cut off cry when Brahm bucked into him hard. The sounds Oath made while undoubtedly were moans and cries. Were choked or cut short. His throat often giving out before it could produce the full sound. His vocal cords too scared to produce the full sound. The harder and deeper Brahm thrust the more painful it became for Oath. He whimpered as he was nearly folded in half to accommodate Brahm’s lust for more.
The wrongness of the situation was beginning to ring in Oath’s mind, almost as loudly as that intoxicating arousal he was being forced to feel. His eyes only partially open and beginning to brim with tears. His breath trembled, as did the rest of his body held tightly in the Angel's embrace.
Envy’s distraction was good fortune for his intruder. Though what was one presence soon became two. One darting unseen into the labyrinth that made up Envy’s lair. The other remained behind observing, but also acting as an anchor for the other to find their way back once they had what they were looking for.
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Post by Grimm on Apr 23, 2020 12:38:00 GMT
“Take. Take his everything.” Envy relished in the moment, influencing his angel to do more than ravish his new bride. Oath was just another pawn in his game; a piece to get his rook to move along the board. Ghostly pale blue eyes gazed into the tear filled crevices, lips tentatively touching with a nibble before cradling the entirety of virgin lips. Hidden in its tender embrace was danger as Brahm began to instinctively eat away at the edges of his victim’s essence, the deeper he kissed him the more he took. Flooding across his palate was flavor unlike anything he had ever experienced, Oath’s existence itself.
Brahm pulled away his lips, the silver had returned to his eyes along with the terrified shock of what he had just done. His hips unmoving, his cock buried deep on the teetering on the edge of climax.
“No.” Weather it was in defiance or in denial, the angel barely had time to say it before Envy was pulling Brahm up right. The demon’s arms wrapped around his chest, digging his golden claws into the angel’s soft flesh and dragging them across his chiseled chest. Brahm moaned in erotic pain, finding pleasure in the suffering of his flesh and it was enough to push him over the edge. Grabbing on to Oath’s hips, the angel held him in place, his cock pulsing as he filled his bride with his seed.
Envy seized the moment, bringing his fangs down onto the side of Brahm’s neck to feed on the primed blood. While a mouthful was enough to make your average vampire drugged for hours, Envy was a demon nearly as old as humanity itself. He gulped and gulped making a glutton of himself. Every cumfilled throb of Brahm’s cock echoed in his blood. Envy bit him again and again, marring every inch of his shoulders and neck, scratching at his back and chest; making a bloody mess as he drained the bottle dry.
And Envy discarded him like one, simply letting go. Brahm slumped forward, his deflating cock slowly slipping from his partners abused hole. His chest labored for breath, his eyes turned away from Oath’s face. He didn’t want to see the pain he caused, didn’t want to acknowledge what had just happened.
While a mouthful wouldn’t had bothered Envy, the pig he had made of himself certainly did. He danced and paraded congratulating himself on having the patience to see it through. The living puppets in the audience cheered and acted a bit drunk in their own although still dead in the eyes. While he waltzed by himself in his drug fueled enjoyment, Brahm removed himself chair with the last of his energy and sunk to the floor. With his back against the edge of the chair, he let his head lean back closing his eyes to the applause.
But soon the cheers faded as Envy happily skipped out of the Red Room, his hair an ever changing hue of colors. The dolls going back to their quiet selves, sitting in the dim room watching with dead eyes.
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Post by Behax on May 12, 2020 0:33:51 GMT
When Brahm kissed him, it felt wrong. Oath could feel something being taken from him. He tried to pull away, but he was trapped. When Brahm pulled away, shocked at what he’d just done, Oath lay under him breathing hard and scared.
He closed his eyes, covering his face with his arms, so he wouldn’t have to watch the rest of the scene being played out over him. He didn’t want to watch as Envy made a meal out of Brahm. Oath’s own moans were half cries as the Angel climaxed and filled him.
He was relieved when it was over, though it left him feeling used and disgusting. Maybe his mother had been right, he was a creature of misfortune and bad luck. He’d run away in hopes of finding something better, but this was worse. Much worse.
With Brahm no longer keeping him in place, Oath rolled onto his side, and curled as small as he could make himself, wrapping his arms around himself as he sobbed and shivered. The room around them was almost eerily quiet, even with the sound of oth’s butchered sobs.
Then there was the faint jingle of a bell, and soon after the soft clack of wooden sandals on hard marbled floor. Out of the dim came one of a pair of twins, who acted as messengers and attendants to an Oracle they called ‘brother’.
He wore a fox mask pulled to the side of his head, had a pair of fox ears, and a single fox tail. For the moment he ignored Brahm, and instead looked down at the mess the Angel had made of Oath.
“This one suffers over much.” The voice was soft, but otherwise didn’t hold too much emotion.
Oath turned to look at the source of the voice, but the half-kitsune just gently shushed him and gently waved a hand over Oath’s face.
“Shhhh, rest now.”
It was a simple spell, and was strong enough to send Oath into a deep sleep.
Blue eyes with gold circles around them, would clue Brahm in that this twin was Relia, the often meeker of the two.
Relia slid his arms under Oath and carefully picked him up into a bridal carry. It was as he walked off that he was joined by his older twin, Shasta. Shasta’s eyes were gold circled in blue, the inverse of Relia’s. He nodded to his brother and a path opened up ahead of them. It felt like autumn, and had the scent of an autumn night about it.
“Brother waits for you.”
The both went on ahead, and expected Brahm to follow.
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When Brahm did follow, the portal snapped shut behind him. He was standing in the lounging room Frowley usually met his guests in. But the man was not there. A soft humming would lead Brahm through halls, until he reached a heavily incensed and dim candle lit bathroom. Everything about it screamed with Frowley’s usual aesthetic of purples, reds, oranges and golds. He took the role of a ‘Mystic’ quite seriously.
He was laying back in a hot bath that was filled with purple glittering water, and had cherry blossom petals floating in it. A couple of his tails hung over the bath edges, and resting against this chest was Oath.
Frowley’s mismatched eyes cracked open ever so slightly when he knew Brahm had entered the room.
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Post by Grimm on Jun 1, 2020 18:45:39 GMT
Brahm leaned up against the chair, trying to ignore the hoarse cries of Oath and trying to ignore the sick feeling of guilt turning in his stomach. It wasn’t as if he hasn’t done terrible rotten things in the past but those moments usually rolled off his back like water on a duck, but this feeling soaked him to the bone. There was one moment he was having trouble ignoring in particular, the kiss between him and Oath replayed on constant repeat. The taste of Oath’s painful existence was still ripe in his mouth, the sweetness of innocences and the rolling bitter after taste of suffering.
Between the broken sobs, the faint jingles of a bell caught his attention, alerting him to their presence and the unmistakable clack of wooden sandals revealed the visitor’s identity. Or should he say visitors. Reluctantly he opened his eyes, spying Relia picking up his newly wedded bride. It shouldn’t surprise him that Frowley’s siblings were here, but their timing left him feeling rather perturbed. He watched them from his exposed mess on the floor disappear down the path.
It felt like quite awhile that the angel sat contemplating if he should actually follow. But of course he would eventually get up and make his way; but for now lacked the strength. When he stood again he took the time to clean himself just a bit and tuck himself back into his trousers. Indeed, he would always come when Frowley called for him. Frowley wasn’t just Brahm’s trump card when it came to playing Envy’s long game, but he was a face that Brahm had known longer than his current master.
Brahm took his time as he passed through the lounging room, its familiarity washing over him like a safe memory. Although things had changed through out the ages, Frowley’s sense of aesthetic always remained. When he had first met Frowley, Brahm had been on the edge of becoming something he cared not think about. And with the help of his guidance, he had been able to meet the man he loved again…even as brief as it was.
He followed the sound of humming to the bathroom. “Do I get a turn?” Brahm remarked in regards to Oath against Frowley’s chest, feeling a slight bit jealous. The angel was barefooted, his trousers hung loose on his chiseled hips. The wounds Envy had dealt him had started to heal amidst the spilled blood that was starting to dry and flake off.
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Post by Behax on Jun 8, 2020 20:43:01 GMT
The half-breed closed his eyes again as a grin cracked across his features. After a moment he shifted sitting up.
“The bath is big enough for three,” he said, gesturing with one of his hands at the size of the bath. “You are more than welcome to join.”
He waited for a moment, waiting to see if Brahm actually would or not.
“Things wouldn't have been any better,” Frowly said, answering a question Brahm hadn’t asked. He ran his fingers through Oath’s hair carefully, leaving little doubt as to what he was talking about. “Well…. For you they might have been,” he added with a coy smile.
Nothing accentuated Frowly’s heritage more than when he smiled. Positively fox like and predatory.
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Post by Grimm on Jun 9, 2020 14:43:20 GMT
Brahm moved toward the tub as if he was going to get in it, but instead he sat down at the tubs edge, resting his chin against the edge almost like a child. As much as he wanted to slip into the bath, he didn’t want to disturb Oath…he had after all caused him quiet a bit of harm. And the half-angel looked peaceful to say the least.
“I don’t know what Envy expects me to do with this,” he waved his marked hand a little exasperated. “I can’t tell if it’s one of his twisted little games, or if he has a bigger plans.” Brahm couldn’t image how his marriage to Oath could possibly cause him to lose his bet with his Master…but Brahm had little imagination when it came to the bigger picture.
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Post by Behax on Jun 9, 2020 16:11:59 GMT
Frowly shrugged when Brahm didn’t get into the bath. Suit himself. He hummed at the mark on Brahm’s arm, and lifted Oath’s arm which held the shared mark. He inspected it a little.
“That is a particularly insidious bit of spell work I will admit. Neither of you will be able to feel anything without the other knowing about it. If Oath is scared you will also feel scared, if you feel shame Oath will also feel shame. Likewise if one is happy the other will feel happy, if one is aroused the other is likewise, but I’m sure you already experienced that last one,” Frowly explained, teasing at the end.
“In all likeliness it's a bit of both. This boy knows such suffering that I’m surprised Envy let you have him at all, he’s positively drowning in it. But I think there is where he saw an opportunity, for a little fun, but also towards his own ends.”
Frowly reached for a bottle, poured the contents into his hand before rubbing both hands together, lathering them up before running them through Oath’s locks and beginning to massage shampoo into his hair.
“You always assume that Envy’s side of your bet ends at you falling, but there is always one step beyond simply falling, and I thought you would have learned that by now. He wants to turn you into something like himself, he likely sees binding you to this poor child as a means to accomplish that.”
Frowly lets Brahm digest that for a moment before adding. “And what happened tonight has already tipped the scales in his favour…”
He reached for a jug and began to carefully pour water through Oath’s hair.
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Post by Grimm on Jun 9, 2020 21:24:37 GMT
Brahm dragged his fingers through the water as he listened to Frowly, watching a flower petal twist in the current he made. “I don’t want to be like him.” Brahm said somberly, trying to reason that the kiss had only been just a kiss. But there was no way around it, he had feed on Oath and it only made his despair the future.
“As much as I like to think you enjoy my company, why have you called on me? Surely it’s not to congratulate me on my wedding…” Brahm was being flippant. He liked being in Frowly’s presence, it allowed him to see some sort of order to the long train wreck of his life. Brahm also enjoyed that he wasn’t treated like an object, but like a person. And that was something he had a hard time finding anywhere in existence.
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Post by Behax on Jun 9, 2020 22:05:47 GMT
“As if I would be so crass as to congratulate you on something that you wanted no part in,” Frowly said.
“I summoned you here mostly out of concern, you took the first few steps on a path you want no part in, though much of what happened was beyond your ken. But also as thanks. Your little show distracted Envy enough that I was able to steal something quite valuable from him. Besides you both deserve a little reprieve away from his corrupting influence,” he spoke softly, now massaging conditioned into Oath’s hair. He said nothing for how his own influence could be corrupting all on it’s own.
“Besides, don't you want to know which particular arch-angel has been a naughty boy? He is technically your father in law now after all,” Frowly teased with a smirk.
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Post by Grimm on Jun 10, 2020 17:09:36 GMT
“Glad to be of use.” Brahm retorted to the confession that Frowly had stolen something from Envy. Not that he cared for his Master’s property, or cared that Frowly now had it. He didn’t like to play in the grander scheme of things, his part was already hard enough and he had turned down a chance to follow Lance, not that he regretted it.
“I don’t think I’ll like the answer, but who is the lucky bride’s father?” Brahm asked, his entire hand now emerged in the warm waters, but his silver eyes were looking at Oath trying to contemplate what his Master had in store for the pair. And Brahm certainly wanted no ring side seat.
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Post by Behax on Jun 30, 2020 17:52:44 GMT
“You might be a little surprised by the answer,” Frowley said with a cheshire cat grin. He slipped his hand under Oath’s fringe and gently lifted the wet hair away from his face, there glowing softly on his forehead was the sigil of the arch-angel Gabriel.
“Not that I expect you to be surprised to learn that the upper echelons of Heaven are just as corrupt as those that reside below. Gabriel has more than a few bastard children, those not discarded and forgotten like our little lamb here are often used as tools until they are no use anymore.
Frowley’s eyes opened to narrow slits, hard and serious as he delivered a warning from his lips. “Be careful not to drink too deeply from this one. The half-breed children of Arch-Angels are closer to the Divine than those of lower ranking parentage. The more you take, the less human he will be. He’ll never be a full blooded Angel of course, but you could end up turning him into something else.”
While Oath too could be turned into a demon given the right environment and circumstances, Frowley’s tone did not suggest that that was what he meant.
“Lest you forget Gabriel is the warden of the West, patron of messengers and among other things….The angel of resurrection, and resurrections usually come at a price.” He indicated to Oath's deeply scared neck.
Frowley then shifted in his bath, enough to hook one arm under Oath’s legs, and the other to support his back as he lifted him out of the water and stepped out of the bath.
“I’ll have Relia and Shasta run you a fresh bath, then you can come and join me in the parlor,” he said before walking out of the room, much of his form hidden from view behind his many tails.
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Post by Grimm on Jul 2, 2020 21:10:42 GMT
It didn’t surprise him that Gabriel had fathered a bastard child, it would have been the least of the Arch-Angel’s sins. Still just the same, he pulled his lips into a soft distaste. “Well, it is human tradition to hate your in-laws…” He said in soft jest, trying not to hate this twist of fate. Hate of Gabriel was a bit of an understatement, he loathed the Arch-Angel; nearly as much as he hated Envy. It had been several life times since he had last encountered Gabriel, which had just been in passing but another look at Oath made him realize some of the similarities. As much as he wanted to dislike Oath for his father’s sins…the bastard child was blameless and just another victim to the corrupt lie in which they were all trapped.
Frowley had been like his lighthouse through the storms and this new warning unsettled him. His hand stopped swaying in the water, soaking in what the Oracle had to say. The angel didn’t intended to drink from Oath ever again, but it was there; hidden like a bad itch he couldn’t scratch.
When it came time for him to clean up, Brahm did so without lingering long. He didn’t like to be alone with his thoughts, they always seemed to drift places he didn’t want to go. Clean, half-dressed and barefooted Brahm made his way to the parlor, a cigarette hanging from his lips. Brahm held his tension in his shoulders and neck; and it was evident in the strong muscles that surrounded his chiseled collarbone.
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Post by Behax on Jul 10, 2020 12:32:06 GMT
When Brahm returned to Frowley’s parlour the half-kitsune was smoking a pipe. He was only partially dressed. Loose fitting trousers and an open cropped shirt, leaving most of his abdomen exposed. For someone who seemingly lazed about all day, there was the slightest hint of muscle to his otherwise slim frame.
From the way Frowley told it, he couldn't actually leave his domain. Though in truth it was more of a choice than an actual rule. He just didn't like where he could be ‘seen’ by others, but was more than happy to use his power to spy on the world he hid from. He was easier to find when not residing in his little pocket dimension. It was his way of untethering himself from the world.
Oath was dressed in soft loose fitting clothes, some kind of sleepwear by the looks of the material. Frowley had even gone so far as to have his scars re-bandaged. Though Oath had no open wounds he understood it was more to hide them than anything. The boy was asleep on a push pile of pillows and cushions, curled up with Frowley’s twin half brothers.
He blew a plume of smoke into the air.
“I suppose my next question is….What do you intend to do?” Frowley asked, his eyes narrow slits. Almost like a predator, except in this instance he was hungry for information. Not that he wouldn’t give Brham something in return. Usually some advice, occasionally his body. He served many ports in the storm for Brahm…..and Many others.
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Post by Grimm on Jul 16, 2020 19:05:00 GMT
Brahm wrinkled his nose. He didn’t like being asked what his intention’s were, even after a millennium he was more comfortable being told what was expected of him…it had been hardwired into him. And when Brahm was on his own, he drifted silently in the doldrums waiting for the wind to push him in a direction.
“I don’t…” Brahm stopped as if something caught his attention, he rolled his shoulders and refocused himself. “I don’t intended to do anything. I want -“ He stopped again closing his eyes, his body shuttering. Someone was touching his detached wings that Envy kept on display in his master bedroom, wings Brahm had grown so overly sensitive to, that Envy took them for safe keeping. They were still very much a part of his body even though they were separated by stone.
“I want nothing to do with Envy’s plan.” Brahm powered thru sensation. “I want nothing to do with this bond.” Anger flared in him giving him a bit of an edge over the molestation of his estranged wings.
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Post by Behax on Jul 17, 2020 0:28:46 GMT
Frowley frowned, and sighed a long suffering sigh.
“You realise that's the problem right? You want nothing to do with what he intends for you, and yet you do nothing to actually affect anything. I can give you all the advice and fore warnings in the world, but it won’t help you an inch because you are trying to maintain a status quo that hasn’t existed for well over a century.”
Frowley paused to take a long drag on his pipe, before exhaling the smoke out the sides of his mouth.
“You are already falling Brahm. The only question now is how far and how deeply.”
He paused to tap the ash in his pipe out into an ashtray.
“This bond is old, complicated magic. And I’m afraid the only possible way to remove it is to get rid of its source, however that still won't guarantee it will break. I’m not even sure Envy could remove it willingly himself.”
He gave one more sigh.
“You passed the point of no return a long time ago, Brahm.”
Honestly, Frowley was pretty sure that point had been making the deal with Envy in the first place.
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