Take me
cure me
kill me.

The sand annoyed the vlacount. He shook his banner
in distain. The particles of sand became caught within
his talons and partially made him want to kick or scream.
He did neither for he did have some dignity inside of him.
This twisted fiend of an equid. But what else could you
be? You could kiss the heavens, but in the end that would
lead no where and you would be stuck where you always
were. In hell. Or purgatory. Whichever the little sweet hearts
prefered. He was going to torture a seagull when a scent
wafted to his nostrils. A femme was nearby, and nice pure one
at that. Calvary had not terrorized any in a long time. It would
be nice to have some fun. The demon rose upon his hinds before
gliding into a canter. His midnight pelt gleamed, talons shreaded
the sand beneath him.

Bring me home.

The wretched stallion halted but a few meters away
from the hershey's kiss colored fae. The yellow in his
optics came through, glaring almost. "My dear how
beautiful you are....and you're so, alone." His pillars
lifted one at a time as he circled her. "Oh, beauty is
in the eye of the beholder isn't it my sweet?" The
count's maw curved up in a dememted smile.

Take me
Cure me
Kill me.

Atmosphere drifted by him, wiping the sly look
off his fascade. But then a scent caught and
mangled about in his nostrils brought it back.
What did he have here? Was he lucky or what!
Optics scanned for any trace of tension. There
was not. This was all to his liking. A little too much.
Ah, but what were the risks that he ran? What would
this femora do if he simply climbed onto her back
and thrust his way in? What in this lifetime would
it matter. Breaking a pure was a delicacy to demons.
So why should he spare this angel the honor? If one
could call it that. Nostrils flared for a moment, he
decided to slowly make his way to her rump, starting
from the auds.

Bring me home.

Halting, his kissers to her antennae he whispered:
"My dear you are pure and beautiful. Tell me,
do you have one that owns you?" He allowed
his maw to dip down and trace some of her neck.
The devil was making notations in his mind of her
bodice and how a youngling might turn out. If
her body was right, porportionally and such, he
would breed her; no matter what it took. And if so
he would make sure she concieved. But he couldn't
make himself suspicous to her. "And tell me, what
do you think about first love and lust..." He hissed
the last.

Take me
Cure me
Kill me.

Senses awakened, this would be fun. His antennae
took in her sweet innocent voice as she spoke. This
angel was not expirienced at all in much. From this
the devil decided that it was near time for her to
have a lesson from the master. In a way he was
glad that he would be her first. He would be the one
to rip her dreams to shreads, and that enlightened
him. Innocence has to fade sometime. It can never
last forever. Why was the world so dastardly?
Exactly, you had one's like Calvary that stalked the
lands awaiting for the time to strike. This was his
lucky day. This was his day, and would be his day
forever. How should he continue? Should he seduce
her, or just leap on? His mind settled upon the fore.
"Well my dear, would you like to have one opinon?"
But why should she only have one? "Or if you so
desire, I could give you two." Oh yes. Sweet seduction.
It consumes the soul like fire, especially if one is in the mood.
He would seduce her until there was a point of no return.
That would be his way. He liked it this way. "And yes,
I did mean if you had a mate..." His maw brushed
against hers almost caressing it.

Take me
Cure me
Kill me

That was it. Her bodice relaxing, but at the same time
tensing in ways that only those who have mated know
of. Calvary, it's time to bring out the cross. Again he walked
around her, only half way this time. The vlacount stopped
at her rump. Her sweet aroma drifted through his nostrils
exciting him even more than he expected. His fores began
to rise, but he shoved them down. He had a little control
at least for now. Impatiently his tool awaited its orders.
"Then my dear I shall show you blood and darkness."
With that he lifted his for into the air, using his hinds to move
toward her. His tool was out, pressing against her caverns.
Would she let him in? Daggers of midnight were still airborn
ready for her to accept him.

Take me
Cure me
Kill me

He felt the fae relax beneath him. She would be
in for the ride of her life. If not from before, it was
evident to him now that she had never before bred.
Nor had she had the pleasure of a demon being inside
of her. Thus, he pressed forward, letting all of him be
thrust inside of her. He did not care if she squealed or
screamed in pain or pleasure. If she did feel pleasure, well,
that wasn't the point. He would have to step it up.
For now he enjoyed the sensation of her caverns around him.
His bod tensed and relaxed. Energy compounded inside him.
He was willing and ready for when it was time to explode.
But not yet. It was too early. Instead he reached his maw
up, attempting to just barely touch her audit. He hissed,
"Are you enjoying this? Because, I can always dig deeper
and press harder."
I can tear your insides, making you bleed to your death.
Make you cry for mercy from the Gods. I can destroy you
with sex. Was what he wanted to finish with, but instead
kept in his twisted mind.