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Post by Grimm on Mar 30, 2020 19:29:43 GMT
Upon hearing the half-angels name Envy began to laugh. “How amusing.” He stated, his laugh echoing down the hall wall as Brahm escorted Oath to the baths. When herding him this time, the pace was a little slower. The mansion was built like a maze but Brahm seem to know his way around. He should after the staggering long time he has spent roaming them.
“I’m not quiet sure which fate would have been better for you. Something got him excited...” Brahm contemplated to Oath. “Maybe it would have been better leaving you with Vampires in the alley way, but then after they had had their fun, if you were still alive they probably would have sold you to at auction.” Brahm turned a corner and entered what appeared to be a large plaza filled with bathing pools. Some of them were occupied by creatures who were clearly having sex. He lead Oath off to the left, past a guard and into a private secluded area above the rest of the warm spring pools.
“Take off your clothing. The bandages too. Clean items will be provided.” Brahm began to strip, again not shy about his body. However he kept his gaze away from Oath, giving the young man some manner of privacy while they co-bathed. The angel slipped into the springwater pool, again mind his own, but also keep a tab on Oath.
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Post by Behax on Apr 1, 2020 19:36:57 GMT
While he was worried about what the future had in store for him, he was glad to be out of the demon’s presence (even if just temporarily.) He let Brahm lead him through the maze that was Envy’s home. Brahm’s admission that he didn’t know which fate would have been worse for the half-angel did not put Oath at ease. He was learning that leaving his home may have been akin to leaving the frying pan, only to leap into the fire.
Oath was admittedly in awe at the size of the baths, though his wide eyed stare was put to an abrupt end when he realised what a number of the people already in there were doing. He didn’t have much sexual experience or knowledge, but he was able to work it out. He looked at his feet as he followed Brahm from there into the private bath area.
He hesitated when told to take off his clothes but he did as he was bid. He was slow to remove his bandages, clearly uncomfortable even with his back turned to Brahm. He had to take a few steadying breaths.
When he was done, he slipped as deep into the water as he could go, to hide as much of his body as he could. Though Brahm might have noticed the way Oath’s lower legs and arms were covered in scars either from a knife or some kind of whip. He also had wounds that looked like someone had carved stigmartyr into his feet and wrists.
If he didn’t notice those however, he would have noticed a horrible scar that looked like someone at some point had tried to slit Oath’s throat. It was horrible and jagged, and was a likely explanation for why he spoke so little.
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Post by Grimm on Apr 3, 2020 14:36:57 GMT
Although he had kept the majority of his gaze away while Oath disrobed, Brahm did watch the young man get into the water. He noticed the scars on his legs and arms as they slipped below the waterline although he didn’t say anything about it. He had to wonder what his Master would do with him, while Envy didn’t care about scars or blemishes some clients did.
The scar across Oath’s neck caused Brahm to stare, putting two and two together realizing that’s why the boy had been so quiet. And why he was so easy to manage. It was clear he had been abused.
“Looks like you’ve had one hell of life so far.” Brahm commented while he washed the surface of his skin. The angel’s skin was a flawless pale expect for the two grey looking scars on his back where wings would normally be attached. Also a very delicate and stylish ‘S’ had been carved on the lower right of his back just below the dimples of his hips. He took his time cleaning, not as if he cared about keeping his Master waiting. Brahm once he was done moved to a side of the pool that had a selection of various smoking devices. Selecting a slender cigarette, Brahm brought it up to his lips and lit it with the tip of his finger, enjoying a long inhale from it before finally speaking to Oath again.
“I probably won’t be seeing you after the red room. So I’ll give you a few pointers on surviving here.” The smoke escaped when he talked. “It’s good of you to do as your told, Master could always sell you to Antonio’s Circus, he has before with other half-breeds like you over the millennia.” Another drag off the cigarette while he thought.
“Make no mistake, you belong to him now. Don’t call Master by his name. He hates that. Only his friends get to call him Envy. And yes he is THE Envy, as in deadly sins.” Brahm looked the boy over with a frown as a servants brought in fresh clothing to dress the pair in. “Looks like time’s up.” Brahm got out of the warm springs, a servant handing him a towel.
“Dry off and let them dress you. Master enjoys his costumes and sometimes they are the devil to put on.” He was drying off his naked skin for all to see. Once he was done the servants began to dress him in a black wrapped tailored suit, that showed off his muscular mid drift. The clothing prepared for Oath was of white cloth with beaded pearls. The servants that tended to them had an odd aurora to them, the gleam of life was gone from their eyes as if they were soulless dolls dressed up like simple servants.
And when they were done Brahm led Oath through the maze to the red room.
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Post by Behax on Apr 5, 2020 15:29:43 GMT
Oath started when Brahm made his comment, and then looked down at his hands under the water. At the scars, all inflicted by the person who was supposed to love him the most. And sometimes she did, sometimes she loved him too much, while other times she hated him in equal measure.
“Mother…...was…..not well…” was all he said about the matter before starting to wash himself clean.
When he was done, he just let himself float in the water. It was in a strange way calming. Water was calming. Even if something told him he was only in the eye of the storm, and everything was about to get a lot worse. He didn’t know how much worse, and he didn’t know what to expect.
Henturne dhis head when Brahm began speaking again. So he really had just escaped one cage, and ran straight into another, likely even worse one. He didn’t know what Antonio’s Circus was, but by the warning he assumed that meant that despite how bad things were probably about to get for him, there were even worse places to end up.
Oath nodded his head, before going back to staring at the ceiling. Maybe he was getting what he deserved. He’d been a burden to his mother his whole life, and in the end hadn’t been able to save her. He told himself that letting her die was a mercy, but was that really true? Renewed guilt began to build in him.
When it was time to get out, did as he was told. Though he was hesitant. He felt exposed without his bandages. His mother had never liked being able to see his scars. He supposed because they reminded her of her own guilt.
He was dressed in a white lace leotard, with a semi transparent shirt hanging off his shoulders with was decorated with a feather motifs, and both items further decorated with pearls. Cuffs with metal hops on them were also fastened around his wrists and ankles, while a collar of similar design was placed around his neck. These fortunately lined up to hide the more severe scars Oath had.
The sheerness of the fabrics he was dressed in left Oath feeling uncomfortably exposed as he followed Brahm back through the maze.
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Post by Grimm on Apr 7, 2020 21:51:57 GMT
The walk to the Red Room was quiet as Brahm led the way, his hands shoved deep in his trouser pockets. The more time he spent with the boy he lured here, the more he felt guilty about it. But at the same time, the young man would have possibly suffered an even worse fate if he would had left him. Well, Brahm thought to himself as he opened the doors to the Red Room, at least this would be the last he would see of Oath.
The Red Room was indeed red. Deep velveted red drapes hung from the darkness of the ceiling, extending outward like giant tent arms. The corners and edges of the room disappeared in to blackness and in the middle there was a sunken stage covered in black marble and seating like an amphitheater. The seats were filled with Envy’s soulless servants in silence amidst a soft string quartet and in the middle of the stage stood Envy, his hair still a neon pink and dressed like an out lavished priest who had a love of gold.
Brahm led Oath down the stairs toward Envy, unaware of his Master’s plans, unaware how Oath was about to change his day to day life.
“Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to join these two poor unfortunate souls together in the everlasting bond of marriage.” Envy began before Brahm even had a chance to come to a stop before him.
“What?” The angel’s unamused confusion was there for all to see.
“I decided to give Oath to you as a partner.” Envy had a delighted smile on his face.
“I don’t want him.” Brahm let the words drop, not wanting to be chained to the growing guilt he was feeling.
“You don’t get to decide.” Envy was clearly amused by turmoil he was feeling in his pet angel.
“I don’t want a partner.” Brahm rephrased his words, perhaps intentional as he looked at Oath only now realizing they were dressed like an erotic bride and groom.
“Oh come now, everyone needs a partner and I think he is the perfect one for you.” Envy patronized Brahm taking Oath’s and Brahms’s hands and joining them together with a binding ribbon. “And like I said, you don’t get a choice. Besides, I’ve always loved weddings.” The demon flashed a smile.
“Do you, Brahm take Oath to be your partner, to protect and serve, to share in an existence for better or for worse, until death do you part?” Envy was staring at Brahm, who’s silver eyes were defiant until something gave up in the angel.
“Yes.” He said with a heavy sigh.
“You have to say, I do.” Envy goaded him.
“I do.” Brahm said exasperatedly looking away.
“Excellent!” Envy said in delight turning to Oath, “Now it’s your turn! Do you, Oath take Brahm to be your partner, to serve and protect, to share in an existence for better or for worse, until death do you part?”
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Post by Behax on Apr 8, 2020 11:54:19 GMT
Oath couldn’t help but look around as he was led into the red room.The way the ceiling and corners disappeared into darkness gave him an uneasy feeling, though the way the whole room was laid out filled him with unease, as he was led to the stage in the middle.
He blinked in surprise at Envy’s words. Was that really what he’d just said? He looked to Brahm with both confusion and concern. And yet it still hurt when Brahm said he didn’t want him. It shouldn;t have hurt, but it was the choice of words that had a sting to them.
Any thoughts he had about resisting evaporated when he remembered Brahm’s recent advice of doing as he was told, what was left of his inclination to resist died when Brahm gave up on his own protests.
When Envy turned to him he still hesitated however. He didn’t want to agree, and who could blame him? An abuse victim who had stumbled out of his cage and straight into another one, less than a handful of hours later being forced to marry a man who had clearly not been the saviour he first presented himself as.
“I…..I do…..” His voice was quiet and his eyes were turned to the floor in resignation.
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Post by Grimm on Apr 8, 2020 17:15:15 GMT
Envy was absolutely delighted to hear Oath follow along and his showing of emotions were over the top and partially disingenuous. Brahm understood that to Envy, he was just playing with his toys, the way a child would marry two of their dolls together; except Brahm and Oath weren’t dolls - yet. With that thought Brahm looked to the audience; soulless eyes gazed back at him. Among some of the faces , where those that he knew before. Faces of other unfortunates that had been given to the Incubus and now they were just empty shells after Envy had devoured them.
“There are many things I could say about the bonds of matrimony, but instead I will tell you about the ties that will now bind the two of you. Together you will share existence, in joy and in pain, in sadness and in happiness.” Envy completed binding their hands together. “With the power vested in me, I complete this eternal bond.” The demon blew over the ribbon wrapped around the pair’s hands. The ribbon melted away, staining their skin black with the matching pattern.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Envy said tongue in cheek, ready to get on to the next best part of a wedding. “Now let’s consummate this union!” Envy clapped his hands together and the audience lightly applauded in the echoes of the dark corners.
“What?” Brahm didn’t seem all to pleased with this idea, his hand immediately letting go of Oath’s. Envy snapped his fingers and a lush of pillows and blankets fell around them, littered the black marble stage, his delighted grin only widening.
“Consummate.” Envy repeated. “Copulation, mating, lovemaking, sexual intercourse. I want you to make love to him.” The demon was now standing behind Oath, his long fingers grasping on to those slender shoulders. Incased in his touch was toxin of seduction, an aurora that was a powerful aphrodisiac especially when he concentrated in toward a specific target.
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Post by Behax on Apr 8, 2020 21:04:05 GMT
As Envy kept talking, Oath watched as he finished wrapping the ribbon around their hands. He had to admit he was a little bit dazed by everything that was going on, a lot had happened since being chased into the alley, and he was having a little trouble processing everything. To the point where he hadn’t caught Envy’s comment about consummating the marriage.
When Brahm let go of his hand, he turned it over, looking at the black mark that now stained his skin. Something about that only added to his uneasiness.
His head snapped up when Envy was further driving the point home to Brahm. The tips of his ears, and his cheeks began to flush red. He had no sexual experience whatsoever. He didn’t even know Brahm. Fear and confusion rolled through him in waves, both emotions soon joined by something unfamiliar as Envy used his powers on Oath.
Lust and arousal were not feelings Oath had any experience with feeling. His body started to feel strangely hot. It was uncomfortable.
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Post by Grimm on Apr 9, 2020 22:06:44 GMT
“Don’t be shy.” Envy whispered into Oath’s ear lips barely brushing the lobe. Envy’s hands had moved from Oath’s shoulders, trailing down his arms to grasp the back of the half-angel’s hands. From there he guided Oath’s hands to first touch his chest and move Oath’s other hand to explore southern regions. “Do what feels good…” Envy laced his words, coaxing the arousal out of the half-angel.
Brahm pulled his displeasure into a thin line of his lips, silver eyes looking down at the shorter Oath. Unaware of the side-effects Envy’s ceremony had bound him in, Brahm had felt Oath’s fear and confusion as his own, and it only made him hesitant to move forward. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had sex with strangers on Envy’s whim before, but the situational awkwardness was suddenly feeling more personal and internal. Reluctantly Brahm stepped forward toward his new partner, nearly sandwiching the young man between the two, the angel’s hands cupped the sides of Oath’s face. Brahm’s usually stern expression appeared as if he was trying to hide the pangs of remorse that were etched into his silver eyes. He started to lean down but stopped again not sure why he was hesitating.
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Post by Behax on Apr 10, 2020 15:40:20 GMT
The feel of Envy’s touch trailing down his arms sent shivers down Oath’s spine. He didn’t resist as the demon guided his hands to his chest, before then guiding one of them down the length of his body.
Brahm’s hesitance mixed with Oath’s own, making for a confusing mix of arousal and reluctance. Something in the back of Oath’s mind told him there was something wrong with the situation. That what he was feeling wasn’t entirely his own. Even so he had very little power of his own to fight against the demon’s influence. He closed his eyes, shuddering as his own hand brushed over his cock, sending waves of uncomfortable arousal through his body. It felt good, but wrong at the same time.
He half opened his eyes when he felt Brahm’s hands on his face, and the all too warm press of his body. His cheeks were flushed, and there was a haziness to his eyes implying the half-breed was not in complete control of himself.
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Post by Grimm on Apr 16, 2020 14:31:37 GMT
“What’s wrong Brahm?” Envy goaded him, no longer guiding Oath’s hands but allowed his own to wander surface of the white pearl encrusted lace garment, undoing fasteners and loosening ties as he went. His long gold fingernails sometimes cutting the delicate thread holding the pearls, their fall like cascading rain as they hit and rolled across the black marble stage. “He’s ripe for you to take.” The demon smelled the scent along Oath’s shoulder up his neck, pulling away the fabric that covered it; Envy’s tongue racing along to taste exquisite virginity.
Brahm chest rose and fell with relent, Oath’s pure eyes were glistened over with his Master’s maddening charms. It was useless to resist his Master’s desires; Brahm began to tend to Oath as he would one of his clients. The satisfied smirk on Envy’s face, the Incubus withdrew his wandering fingers to allow Brahm room to work.
The hands that were cupping Oath’s cheeks reached out to grasp Oath’s hands, pulling them away from playing with himself to being perched on Brahm’s shoulder and hip, while Brahm let his hands rest on Oath’s hips. A breath apart, the angel swayed his hips back, gently brushing himself against Oath and guiding the half-angel’s hips to roll with his. A gentle motion, a soft friction between their clothed cocks. There was a rhythm to his sway, riding a breath from right to left as if to sync the tempo of their awakening bodies. He leaned down as if he was going to claim Oath’s lips, but instead detoured to the young man’s chin and jawline.
“If you intend for me to deflower my bride, at least give me a proper setting to work with.” Brahm said between kisses to the bother of pillows on the stage floor. Envy snapped his fingers and a red velvet lounging chair appeared near the pair. It was graceful dance the way Brahm lead Oath backwards the few steps, supporting him as he laid him down on the plush red chair, the friction grinding between hardening cocks never ceasing to break it’s cadence. Oath’s intoxicating ecasty becoming his own.
Brahm hovered over his bride, kissing and nibbling on the young half-angel’s neckline, hands running down the material that separated them. The angel’s fingers came to the hem of Oath’s garment, fingers brushing along the edge of the lingerie, slipping just under the cloth.
The angel’s hands teased in the inside of Oath’s thighs, guiding open his legs with his touch. Brahm straddled the lounge chair, letting his partners legs drape open across his thighs. He took his time teasing and gently rolling the bulge in his pants against the base of Oath’s cock. Eventually his hands reached up to pull down the lace garment, Brahm’s soft pink lips caressing the newly exposed skin as he went. Gentle care went into teasing each of Oath’s erect nipples, his breath spilling over the edges of his partners body.
Envy was watching entranced by the spectacle, hungry golden eyes watching the foreplay were the only emotion across the dozens of eyes in the audience. Brahm moved lower, pulling the garment down until the tip of Oath’s cock was just peeking from the top of the gathered lingerie. His lips skimmed the exposed tip, two fingers framed Oath’s erection, first sliding up then down, pulling the edge of the panties down below his balls, teasing them gently with his fingers letting the fabric support his sack. Now free to touch, Brahm ran a finger up the length of Oath’s erection, then two down, the tip of his lips against the tip of his partners tender skin. Brahm began to stroke his partner, his tongue coming out to lick the soft skin, before finally taking Oath into his mouth, each bob on his head taking more of Oath’s length pass his tongue and into his throat.
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Post by Behax on Apr 16, 2020 19:33:17 GMT
Oath’s whole body felt like it was heating up, he was drowning in a forced ecstasy and the pleasure he felt had a sense of wrongness to it. Though he was powerless to stop it. Soft gasps spilling past his lips as he palmed himself through the lace garment he’d been made to wear. Closing his eyes at the feel for the demon’s tongue on his skin, it made him shudder.
He looked up at Brahm through half lidded eyes and thick lashes. It was easy enough to coax him to roll his hips. A hushed moan of pleasure escaping him as their cocks softly rubbed together. The half-angel was already plenty hard. Oddly Oath found himself feeling a little disappointed when Brahmn didn’t kiss him, though he wouldn’t be able to explain why.
It was easy enough to guide him back to the lounging chair, and lay him down on it. His white hair pillowing out around his head like a halo. He continued to rut up against the angel hovering over him finding himself unable to stop, craving more touch, more friction. Soft keens pushing past his lips as Brahm kissed his way down the scarred skin of his neck. His face was flush, and his body practically boneless under the angel, completed at the mercy was for pleasure he was now drowning in. His back arched and he pressed up into Brahm’s exploring lips. Gasping in a way that probably would have sounded sharp, if not for the way Oath’s throat was damaged, when Brahm teased his nipples.
So much of the half-breed was over-sensitive, twitching and squirming under Brahm’s more experienced hands and lips.
He shuddered at even the softest attention to his cock. His hips lifting to gain more friction from Brahm’s touch. When Brahm licked him, it would have been to discover the salty taste of pre-cum. The boy underneath him is experienced and already teetering on the very edge of an orgasm when Brahm wrapped his lips around him. He wouldn’t last long in his inexperienced ecstasy.
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Post by Grimm on Apr 18, 2020 18:29:50 GMT
Envy circled the pair on the stage, like a shark around chummed water. The energy coming off the pair was superb and the Incubus basked in it’s invigorating warmth. Getting ever closer to participating in the exhibition, Envy’s hair had turned white with the intention to feed. At first he started to touch the pair, randomly letting a hand brush out down a limb or up a side as he circled, never providing more than a quick tease. Brahm sucked and licked Oath’s slick cock, taking his length deep in his throat. The angel himself surrendering himself to his Master’s intoxicating aura. Even if Oath came, Envy’s charms were like a curse; keeping one stimulated even after they were spent. And for that very reason Brahm didn’t slow down, this wouldn’t end until Envy was satisfied.
The angel gave pause when he felt Oath’s cock twitching in his mouth, deep throating any perceived ejaculation. Brahm felt his Master’s hands pulling away his black tailored costume, the escaping heat left goosebumps rippling across his skin. He felt a hand reaching down his pants and Brahm left out a guttural moan while his partners cock was buried down his throat, his Master’s voice in his ear telling him to ravish the tender half-breed laid out before him.
Brahm withdrew, letting Oath’s wet cock slap on to the boys belly. The man straightened, pulling his cock from his trousers and sliding back up to place his length next to Oath’s. Brahm’s hips began to roll, the tip of his cock sliding up and down the length of Oath’s wet flesh. Soon his hand wrapped around the width of their cocks, stroking them together, while rutting the bases of their members.
His other hand would eventually caressed Oath’s ass, sticky fingers reaching the crevasse and rimming Oath’s opening with his finger before gently prodding. A finger became two, then three stretching the opening. Brahm’s cock began to leak, begging to be inside. He stopped his stroking only to position the tip of his cock at the edge of his ass. It was slow, pressing the tip of his cock inward until Oath’s rim slipped over the edge of his head causing Brahm to let out a pleasurable moan. Ever slowly pushed in, tiny thrust, growing deeper each rock of his hips.
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Post by Behax on Apr 20, 2020 12:14:38 GMT
Even the briefest of Envy’s touches ensured that Oath’s mind remained drowning in a pleasure not entirely his own. The boy’s back arching as he gasped in pleasure. His fingers dug into Brahm’s shoulders as the angel continued to lick and suck at his cock. His whole body trembled as he teetered on the edge. His hips ucking up into Brham’s mouthas he spilled into his throat. Though he’d reached his climax, Oath soon learned there was no release, and Envy’s abilities kept him aroused and tipped him into overstimulation instead.
He couldn’t even think anymore, only feel, and it was too much. His heart thundered in his chest, and his breaths came as quick desperate pants. Oath shuddered as he felt Brahm’s cock rubbing against his own. Hissed at the sting of intrusion, as Brahm began to finger him. Even through the forced pleasure he was drowning in, something felt wrong. As if some part of him still understood he was being violated, despite how hazy his mind was.
He tensed and came a second time from Brahm’s ministrations, before the man was even done working him open. Coating his stomach in the white fluid.
His gasps and moans came out choked as the angel slowly pushed into his body. The couple trapped in the throes of passion and drowning in sex wouldn’t have noticed. But Envy may well have sensed the intrusion into his domain. Unseen by the faint tinkle of a small bell, and the smell of smoke and burning incense, signalling that someone else had taken an interest and sent a watcher.
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Post by Grimm on Apr 22, 2020 15:05:47 GMT
Every fiber of the angel’s being was electrified and alive, Oath’s virgin opening extremely tight around the girth of his cock. Using Oath’s cum to wet the rest of his member, the angel began to push inward. The beaded garment rubbed the hard underside of the angel’s length with each thrust inward, gently pushing deeper each time until Oath was able to accept the entirety of his endowment. Brahm’s mind was on fire with only the drive for satisfying his hunger for lust. With his hard cock buried in Oath, Brahm began to grind side to side and up and down all while letting his hand explore his partners sticky and sweaty body.
Slowly he withdrew, inch by inch until the tip of his cock edged pass Oath’s rim, leaving just the tip to plug the gaping hole. Brahm repositioned his hands, grasping the material that was twisted around Oath’s hips and using them like a handle, pushed his way all the way back inside. A moan tore through his throat. He repeated his slow withdraw, only to drive his hips forward again. From time to time he would give pause, grinding away with Oath’s ass squeezing the base of his cock.
Envy hadn’t noticed the extra audience member, he had been too distracted by the lovers consummation on the stage. The demon was now targeting his beloved pet angel and Oath would find that while the effects of Envy’s charms would linger; the boy would no longer find himself drowning in it. Envy had something more at work here than playing with his toys as Brahm had thought. The Incubus had been working on a project, Brahm to be exact; for the last 500 years. Although the angel thought that his Master’s game was to get him to fall, it was much more than that.
The demon took a knee on the seat behind Brahm, his golden fingernails dragging across one of Brahm’s shoulders while the angel continued with his violation of his virgin bride. Envy ran a tongue along the trail of blood that seeped up from the cut, tasting the ecstasy in the angel’s blood like tasting the wine to see if it was up to par.
“You want more. Take more.” Envy was behind his pet angel, arms caressing the muscular frame, his sharp fingernails digging in deeply to the angel’s flesh. The pain caused Brahm to shutter, bucking his his harder into his bride, using his grip on the garment to pull Oath to him while he thrust. Harder. Deeper. Pause. His Master’s voice was echoing in his intoxicated mind. Take more. Take More.
Hooking Oath’s knees in the crooks of his elbows, Brahm leaned down, lifting Oath’s ass in the process. Hand’s grabbed onto the young man’s shoulders, as if he was trying to fold the half-angel in half. Take more. Brahm slid his cock deep into his brides ass, once again holding it deep. They were face to face, lips only a breath away from Oath’s tender mouth, Brahms silver eyes had turned to a ghostly blue, his pupil missing. Take more.
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