Scream for Me || Shoji

[Kurai Tenshei]

Kurai Tenshei I love the dirty tricks and twisted games you play on me. "What was that? I don't think I heard you." A soft, silken purr echoing through the trees of the forest. There was something almost sweet about the voice and yet there was a darkness that lingered upon each syllable that was unmistakable. The sobs of another woman met with a soft chuckle as the sun filtered through the tree tops and down to the shadowy forest floor below. "P..Please..." The voice was hoarse and choked with sobs, shaky with each labored breath that expelled itself from the woman's lungs. "Please..Please..." Kurai mocked the woman, in an sing song manner that only caused more tears to fall down the battered woman's face as hopelessness truly began to take its root within her heart, digging its way deep into her soul and consuming her. It was moments like this that Kurai loved the most. When the light began to dull in their eyes and the realization that they were never going to see their home again or take comfort in the arms of their loved ones. The look they gave her when the realized that their pleas fell upon deaf, sadistic ears. It was like a drug, one that she sought out time and time again when she was out exploring the world around her home. A step back, taking in the figure in front of her, the one that she had bound to the tree almost two hours before. Her arms were stretched out over her head, one of those wires that she wore about her waist used to secure her wrists together and to the tree...cutting into the woman's flesh more and more with each struggled shift of her body. She had learned, after the first hour, when the wire began to bare down upon her bones, that it was useless and yet with each swipe of the knife to her naked form, she jerked and drove that wire in deeper. It wouldn't be long now before one or both of her hands were severed, at which time she would collapse to the ground in a heaping mess of blood, sweat and tears. Kurai could hardly wait! Her tongue slipping forth, softly caressing her lips as she watched the blood run in crimson streaks down the quivering, pale form of her victim. She had a name, but the woman had not bothered to get it. Besides, it had not mattered in the end. She had gotten what she wanted, the necklace that the other woman had been wearing, and she now wore it proudly about her own neck, complete with bloody fingerprints decorating the silver medallion that hung down over her chest. Though at this point, it was hard to notice those small smudges of blood, especially when so much of her petite frame was covered in it. Just like the woman before her, she was painted from head to toe in one fashion or another. The only difference being that the blood she had on her, was not her own. It all belonged to the woman against the tree, the one who now tried so hard to look away as she quivered and yelped at the pain she suffered. Honestly, Kurai believed those yelps to be nothing but her mind telling her she was in pain. Shock had to have set in by now and it was for this reason that the pink haired demon, as so many liked to call her, would continue to deliver small, non lethal cuts to the poor souls body. Her entire form now riddled with them, spilling more of that beautiful liquid down her form and only proving to further excite Kurai all the more. "You should be thanking me instead of pleading with me." She grinned, stepping forward and pressing her bare hand against the woman's stomach, watching as streams of blood cascaded from the wounds of her victim and over her delicate fingertips. It was beautiful. Truly it was. "I have saved you from your boring existence and turned you into a work of art...a thing of...beauty even." She purred, stepping closer and leaning in to drag her tongue along the throat of the woman who once more attempted to pull away. That wire grated against her bones, drawing a cry of pain which in turn drew a sigh of pleasure from the pink haired woman. "That's it...struggle...fight...cry out. It pleases me so." She moaned against the woman's ear, causing the already quivering female to shudder and turn her head away further. Had she been in a worse mood, this might have hurt her feelings, but as it stood, she merely chuckled and plunged that small knife she was holding in her opposite hand deep into the woman's thigh. This time eliciting a scream of pure terror and agony to race through the forest and rattle the wildlife that lurked in nearby trees and crevasses. "That's my girl." The Dark Angel TAG: Wakeshima Shoji || WORD COUNT: 823 template by skye

[Wakeshima Shoji]

Shoji was out of a job. Unable to resist his carnal desires, he had slept with his patron's wife, and, boy, was she talented. He suspected her husband couldn't satisfy her enough, and slept around as a result, not that Sho was complaining. It had been quite the invigorating night. But he had been lucky to escape with his life after the patron found out, the samurai fleeing the grounds. Sho wondered if it was the wife who in fact spread the rumours and told, and that she was just as sadistic as her husband, enjoying to see him kill off her short-lived suitors.

He couldn't be sure, and it didn't matter now. What Shoji needed now was a job.

A sigh escaped his lips, and, as the exceptionally tall Japanese man walked through the forest, he played with his knife. Sho found himself bored, and began cleaning out his fingernails whilst walking. But, at hearing a scream erupt within the air, the samurai paused, coming to a stop.

"What the...?"

A single brow furrowed while the other arched. It had sounded like the cry of a woman, and a cruel smile tugged at his lips. Were a group of bandits violating some poor village girl, or perhaps a woman got lost and was being ravaged by animals? Either way, he screams, which went off and on, caused his body to shudder in delight. Unable to resist, Sho simply had to see the sight for himself and, sheathing the knife, he quickly headed in that direction.

It wasn't difficult to find the source of the screams, and eventually the scene was laid out before his crimson eyes, and it was far from what the psychopath expected.

The first thing he saw was pink, and he squinted. It was such a bright colour, and one he was not used to seeing. Adjusting his eyes, they widened upon realizing it was, in fact, hair. Hair? Pink hair? How could that possibly be? He had never seen such a thing, and his feet carried him closer.

It belonged to a petite woman, who stood before enough who was hanging by wire and covered in blood. It was an unusual sight, and not one Shoji had seen before. A woman torturing another? Physically so? And with pink hair? The merc found himself entirely fascinated and he stood by a tree, silently watching in awe as this pink-haired demon played with her prey.

And did it cause his libido to kick into gear! As she purred to the other woman, sliced and diced at her flesh, and tortured the helpless bitch, Shoji continued to shudder in delight. Never before had he ever felt so attracted to a single person. This woman was a succubus, a demon of the night, and Sho felt himself entirely drawn to her. He wanted to run his fingers through her pink locks, to feel her body, to torture the woman with her, and bathe in the broad's blood with this other being, who he saw as supreme in every which way. She was a goddess!

With a large grin plastered across his handsome features, Shoji stepped forward into view. His crimson hues were drooped and filled with lust and awe, with utter fascination and devotion to this woman. He didn't even know her, and yet he felt such intense feelings towards someone else of his own kind. Another demon, a psychopath.

"Why, I've never seen blood suit another so well, so perfectly. You, my lady, are nothing short of a goddess," he cooed with a deep chuckle, eyes glinting in delight, tongue licking his lips hungrily.

[Kurai Tenshei]

Kurai Tenshei I love the dirty tricks and twisted games you play on me. It was hard to say if Kurai had known of the foreign presence before he made himself known or not. If she had, she had not bothered to acknowledge it or him. Instead she had remained intent upon what she was doing, upon the screams of her victim as she struggled against that blade piercing her thigh and the feel of the much smaller woman's body pressed so flushly against her own. It was intoxicating, far more than any amount of alcohol or herbal concoction could be. For that reason, she felt no desire to be pulled away so easily and so, had she known he was there...even in the smallest of senses...she had brushed it aside as nothing, and continued. Plunging the knife into the woman's thigh once more, she shuddered in delight as another scream erupted from paling lips. It was musical almost, far better than anything played by the servants at her family's home. She loved it, just as she had always loved the screams of the servants her Father beat and punished within an inch of their miserable lives. Alas, the enjoyment would be brought to a quick end as a deep, sultry male voice cut through the heavy silence of the forest. Her lashes fluttering as she pulled away from the woman, head tilting almost innocently in curious wonder as she cast her gaze upon the figure now approaching her. He was handsome, and it was clear from his words and the hunger in his eyes, that he shared a darkness similar to her own. Stepping back from the woman, pulling her knife with her, she would turn to face him. A slight glance cast down to her form as he complimented her in the most delicious way possible. "You should see what it looks like without the clothes to cover it up and protect my flesh from the blood she spills." She chuckled softly, small hand smoothing over the black top which was wrapped tightly around her upper torso, fingers deftly venturing downward and caressing the bare flesh of her abdomen, smearing about streaks of crimson and painting it into a delicious swirl around her navel. She turned her eyes back toward him, the white scarf around her hand now dripping with blood as she pulled her hand away. The pants she wore were soaked, hugging her hips tightly and accentuating her body in a way that most women of her stature and size feared showing. She was not like most women though, all the more evident as her hip cocked to the side just slightly and the blade of her knife tapped softly against her thigh. "You did get it right though," teeth softly grazing her lower lip as she ran her eyes devilishly down his form. "I am a goddess." The Dark Angel TAG: Wakeshima Shoji || WORD COUNT: 471 template by skye

[Wakeshima Shoji]

Another scream hit the air, and a satisfied sigh left his lips. While he was not the one inflicting the pain, Sho still derived pleasure from seeing this succubus, this goddess of a woman torturing the measly cur, killing her slowly, painfully, delivering the final blows that would end it all for her.

There was almost an innocent way the pink-haired girl tilted her head and looked over at him, but the demon knew it was nothing more than show. Just like his warm, kind smiles and the flicker of honesty within his crimson hues. It was all a charade and there was nothing genuine about Shoji, besides his most evil nature, and he knew that to be true about the woman standing before him, drenched in the other's blood.

A single corner of his lip curved upwards at her lascivious comment, and his eyes greedily took in the sight of her curvaceous form, the blood smearing over her exposed flesh. Oh, how he shuddered in delight and hungered for her like no other. Not even his little sister, Sayuri (lol awkward name coincidence oops.)

"I would like little else more, my goddess," besides her herself. Oh, how Sho wanted her, to make her his, and yet she wasn't like the other bitches he conquered. After seeing just a glimpse of what she was capable, Shoji actually respected this person, and that was a far stretch beyond everyone else, with perhaps one or two exceptions.

His crimson hues consumed her form, and he could tell she thoroughly relished in that fact. It was rare to find a woman so open about her sexuality and so sensuous, and that made him crave her all the more.

He was far from being a gentleman (although he could act accordingly if need be), but Sho strode over to the pink-haired doll and knelt down. A devilish smile tugged at his lips and a large hand rested upon his chest, over his heart. He bowed his head, not lowly as many others did. Yet he was being far from disrespectful. No, he wanted to look her directly in the eyes and continue to take in the sight of her.

The merc introduced himself, his voice deep and a low, sultry purr, "Wakeshima Shoji, at your service, if you so wish, my goddess. I am a... ronin, I suppose you could say. A mercenary, and I have seen many a battle... and much death and despair, such as what you displayed to me so beautifully earlier. I have never seen anything so delightful from another being besides myself, my lady. You truly are a one of a kind. The rarest and most precious of gems."

[Kurai Tenshei]

Kurai Tenshei I love the dirty tricks and twisted games you play on me. She was delighted at the way he continued to refer to her as a goddess. It was truly how she saw herself, how her Father had always raised her to be. It was delightful and it sent shudders down her spine to have it spoken in such a sultry, masculine tone as the one this man offered. The darkness in his crimson eyes as he ravaged her form with his gaze making her mouth water with prospects of what this could bring to her life. Of what he could do for her, to her. She slid the knife further along her thigh as he spoke, as he approached, allowing the tip of it to dip between her supple thighs in the most teasing of manners as the grin on her lips only continued to darken and the hunger in her blue eyes began to increase. Then, as if the want she felt had not been strong enough, he approached and knelt before her...offering himself to her in both the way he spoke and the stance that he now took. It was...delightful. Her focus remaining intently upon him as she captured her lower lip between her pearly white teeth, nibbling upon it in anxious excitement of what he offered to her now. He wanted to serve her. Not her Father, but her, Kurai. It was delightful and slowly that hand which held that knife would slide forward, pressing the flat of the blade beneath his chin as her own head tilted softly, examining him curiously and with a clear sense of hunger and faint possession. His words playing upon the part of her that was consumed with greed, unable to have enough and unwilling to share what was her's. "Why should I allow you to serve me?" She cooed softly, reaching out with her free hand and dragging a single bloody digit along his lips, granting him a taste of what the woman had spilled. "Her offering tastes sweet...does it not?" She pressed forward, painting his tongue with that delicious crimson fluid while her knife slide slowly, sensually down the side of his throat. Perhaps it was just the knowledge they both shared about the other's darkness that made it clear she wasn't set on hurting him. Perhaps it was just the sensual way in which she spoke and caressed his form. Whatever it was, there was a clear lack of malice in her actions. However, it was not long before she pulled away, stepping back as she turned to face her victim once more, running her eyes over her quickly fading form. "What should I do with her?" She cast him a curious glance over her shoulder, pink locks spilling over half her face and leaving only one piercing blue eye to examine him carefully. She was curious what he would want her to do, what he would like to witness. It was partly to see if he was worthy of a place beside her and also a means of eliciting more lustful enjoyment from him. Kurai not at all blind to the fact that he watched her with such a lascivious gaze. The Dark Angel TAG: Wakeshima Shoji || WORD COUNT: 526 template by skye

[Wakeshima Shoji]

His crimson hues followed her knife and how it slid along her inner thigh, and it made him hunger for the woman all the more, crave her unadulterated darkness. Shoji swore this demoness would drive him mad, and he would enjoy every second of it.

Of course she questioned him and his worthiness, and he grinned. The goddess was proving to him more and more of her worth, that she was sheer perfection. She was no fool. If one were to serve her, he must be worthy, and Shoji would do anything to prove his worth to her, that he was the only one right for her, to serve her, to wreak havoc with her.

"Because, simply put, my goddess, no one else could serve you better than I, can appreciate your dark ways and protect you as I can," the man admitted with a smirk, eyes lit up, fiery, passionate, yet dark flames flickering within. "At least, I highly doubt it. I would castrate and maim beyond repair any man who would believe otherwise."

His eyes clearly conveyed, 'I want you to be mine. For me to belong to you.'

As she teased him, the man parted his lips and allowed her bloody finger to slip within his mouth. His tongue swirled around her finger, sucking at it and nibbling gently. Oh, how delicious the blood was, and yet it could not compare to this woman's scrumptious flavour. It was like nothing he had had before, and Shoji would never be able to have enough, he already knew. This woman would become his everything, was quickly already becoming so.

The mercenary chuckled deeply, the vibrations felt against her flesh. "Not as sweet as you, my goddess."

Normally the samurai wouldn't put himself in such a position, with a knife on his throat and knelt on the ground, and yet there was no fear or anger, or even that need for control. No, no. Sho felt utterly intoxicated by this woman. He saw what she did with that knife, and he growled deep within his belly as that same blade slid along his own flesh. It was so intimate, and so incredibly euphoric.

She pulled away and there was disappointment, but it soon evaporated away at the realization that she desired to finish the cur off. The mercenary picked himself up, his tall form towering again, and his brows arched as he looked over at the dying woman. His crimson hues fell on that knife of hers again and Sho licked his lips.

"Hmm... I liked where you were going with that knife on yourself," he purred, grinned maliciously, like the Cheshire Cat. There was that all too familiar sadism glinting within Sho's crimson eyes. "She should feel it within her womanly depths before she slips away, again and again until she is gone, ripping her apart just as much from the inside."

Shoji snickered darkly, tilting head. He grin was wide, revealing pearly teeth, and he inquired teasingly, "Or is that too much, my goddess?"

He highly doubted it. They seemed to have the same set of mind, the same immoral, cruel thoughts and desires. Oh, the havoc the two would be able to wreak if together, side-by-side. Shoji shuddered in delight at the thought and felt consumed by wanton, devilish desire, for both her and chaos, pain and death.

[Kurai Tenshei]

Kurai Tenshei I love the dirty tricks and twisted games you play on me. He gave a very convincing argument as to why it was he should serve her, why he should be the one that she entrusted with her safety, with her life. The very thought of him dissecting any other man who thought himself worthy of her drawing a purr of sheer delight from the woman as she continued to caress his flesh with that knife. There was something sexual in the way that the blade passed between them and it was only emphasized by the hunger evident within her oceanic gaze. "I should very much like to see that." She spoke softly, shuddering at the way in which his tongue circled and caressed her finger...the tantalizing touch of his teeth against her sensitive flesh. It was clear to her, from his gaze alone, what it was he wanted and with each sensual gesture and promise of suffering and despair, she found herself that much more inclined to relent. The truth was, she did not know this man and yet she wanted him. Her envious and greedy nature fired to new heights as she examined him and listened to his intoxicating promises. The desire in his eyes to belong to her and her alone only exciting her that much more, causing the warmth of her need increase tenfold. So much so that it took everything she had to step away, casting him a glance that clearly said 'We'll see...' toward him in response to the one that bore into her blackened soul from his own crimson stare. Stepping toward the woman, closer and closer as the victim began to sob in protest, whimpering and pleading in muffled breaths for her to be left alone, to be left to die, the pink haired demon licked her lips with anticipation. Only, when she asked that question, looking back at him, his answer brought untold amounts of joy to her eyes. A dark, sick and twisted sort of joy, the kind that so few were ever capable of bringing forth in the little vixen. His suggestion? Too far? No, it was perfect...absolutely perfect. Her lips twisting into a sadistic smirk as she paused, reaching out with her free, wrapped hand, and grasping his wrist. "I was thinking the exact same thing..." She pulled him forward, his front pressing into her back as she stood before the woman who now shook and struggled in absolute terror. Her hand pulling his arm around her waist, she pressed back into him, shuddering and moaning softly at the contact, at the heat of his body against her own which had grown cold due to the lack of fresh blood to paint her flesh with. Her eyes fluttering closed, she ran her tongue along her lips, sliding her other hand back, knife still grasped firmly as she found his own free hand. Slowly, sensual in every movement, she slid her little hand into his own, allowing him to curl his much larger one about her fist that clenched that knife so very tightly, making it painfully clear what it was she wished for him to do...with her. "Show me?" Her head laying back, resting against his chest as she tilted her head and nuzzled into him softly, small form shifting ever so gently against him and betraying the brutality that she wished to unleash upon the woman before them. A genuine, dark innocence in her actions, purring softly in an effort to slither her way into his own blackened heart. The Dark Angel TAG: Wakeshima Shoji || WORD COUNT: 584 template by skye

[Wakeshima Shoji]

[[Ahh, that post was so gorgeous. Had some phenomenal poetic moments. <33333]]

"I shall not disappoint, my goddess. Whatever man you wish. I will do unspeakable things to him, anything you ask of me to show you my devotion," Shoji said with a smile that was simultaneously soft and cruel.

The psychopath caught the message conveyed in her eyes, and nodded in understanding. He wanted her, but, unlike others he desired, he would not simply take this woman. She was beyond any other being on the planet. The most prized of treasures! Shoji had to fight for her, to prove himself. He had to win her, and he would be damned if he couldn't. The psychopath was prepared to go beyond the most fucked up things he had done in the past tenfold just to show her that he was the one.

Of course his suggestion hadn't been too much. It would have been severely disappointing if it had been. This delightful creature of darkness relished in the idea, and took his hand, pulling him forward, and he followed entirely willing, allowing the small woman to lead him. His front pressed against her back, and a satisfied sigh left his lips. Just this contact felt incredibly and his arm eagerly wrapped around her waist, pulling her in closer.

Leaning down, the tall man whispered with a smirk and a chuckle ringing like soft bells, "I have heard it said before that great minds think alike."

The hand with the knife moved into his own, and his large hand clasped hers. Sho felt himself growing aroused by that request, lust overwhelming him. Could it really be true? Could there be a woman this true to his heart, that was just as evil as he?! It was! And she was his queen, his goddess. He absolutely worshiped this dreadfully delightful demon.

Shoji dropped to his knees so he was on same level as woman. As he moved closer to the hanging woman tied to the tree, his body pressed more closely to the pink-haired lady's, hips grinding against her lower body. He led her hand forward, pressing the knife against the woman's bloodied thigh. Knowing what was going to happen to her, she whimpered and weakly cried out, but none of that would help her. With him coming into the picture and these two being together, what was going to happen to the girl was far worse than it probably would have been.

The tip of the blade slid up the inside of the woman's thigh, lifting up her robe. Cutting the obi, the robe hung open and exposed the woman's bloodied, tattered body, and Shoji smiled. His cheek rested against the top of his goddess's head, lips pressing against her pink locks, and as he tenderly touched his new beloved, the smooth part of the blade moved along the most sensitive part of the woman. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she wailed, and he just grinned darkly.

"Oh, I think she likes it, my lady," he cooed tauntingly, his chuckle low and sultry. His free hand slid down his idol's thigh, slipping along the innermost part, and he whispered sensuously against her ear, "I want you to enjoy it too." 

[[Since there is no possible way for me to write this without it going rated X and proboards banishing me, I just... yeah. YOU KNOW WHAT HE FUCKING WANTS TO DO!!!! AND DOES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dx]]

Shoji started laughing like a maniac as the thrusts with the knife intensified and quickened. He leaned forward, face lit up demonically, and he exclaimed excitedly, and with the utmost sadism, "CUM, YOU FILTHY, FUCKING BITCH! YOU STUPID CUR! HAHAHAHAHA!"

She was dead by this point, having bled out already, and, while he himself grinded and worked his goddess, the mercenary ripped the blade out of the fresh corpse so that she was now entirely mutilated, inside and out. Shoji kept laughing, the darkness and pleasure consuming him, and he wrapped his blood drenched arm holding her own around her front.

[Kurai Tenshei]

Kurai Tenshei I love the dirty tricks and twisted games you play on me. Almost instantly, a series of names came to mind. Men, all of them, ones who had in one way or another wronged her, be it big or little. She could imagine each of them so clearly, their screams of horror as the realized what was to happen to them. Their faces as they begged for death, since death would be such a sweet, merciful release for them. To live life as less than a true man? That was the true punishment. To never again be able to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh. To never take satisfaction in the warm, supple flesh of a woman's thighs, or the tenderness of her touch. She chuckled softly, rather pleased with his offer and nodded slightly. "I will most assuredly take you up on this promise." Her teeth grazed her lower lip in a coy, tempting fashion, displaying the shredded innocence that still resided within her. Psychotic, yes, she was. But there was also something about her that displayed a true sense of purity that could not be touched, that was just as dark as the rest of her soul. It was an oddity, much like the woman herself, and it was this that kept her Father wrapped about her little finger along with many men whom she had come into contact in the past. It was an innocence that she played on with expert precision, even now as she was drenched in blood and pressing against a man who could so easily take the virginal innocence of her victim and dismantle it in the most gruesome way possible. It was beautiful. The sheer depths of his depravity...what he would so willingly do without even a name cast his way from her. She was still a stranger to him and yet he so freely offered up his darkened heart for her taking. A part of her finding it almost sadistic in its own right, this ability to so completely take the heart that beat within his chest and to grasp it so firmly within her tiny grip. True, it was all figuratively speaking, but there was still the same sadistic pleasure she would feel from ripping the beating heart from a man's chest, piercing the quivering muscle with her little claws and watching his blood cascade down her fingers. The only difference here being that the heart would not grow motionless and cold within her grasp. Instead, the hold she had upon it would only continue to strengthen until every beat of his heart belonged to her and her alone. Until she alone was the reason for it to do so. She shuddered, the very thought of this exciting her in ways that she never knew possible. Never had she met somebody so akin to her and who she was. Never had she thought to actually find a man who complimented her in the darkest ways imaginable. It was almost like some sort of beautiful nightmare. One that she wished very much not to wake from. His voice, accompanied by his warm breath, tickled against her ear, disturbing a few bubblegum locks that rested there and causing her eyes to flutter closed just slightly. His words, that chuckle, it was breathtaking and this was shown in the shaky way in which she exhaled the breath she had been holding as she pulled him against her. His touch was delicious, the way his hand splayed against her abdomen, fingers coated in the blood of their victim almost instantly...making them one in a way that unlike anything she had ever experienced with another. "A shame there are not more truly great minds in this world." She nodded, sliding her hand which was wrapped in that blood soaked scarf over his own that now wrapped around her, tightening his hold and in doing so pressing her backside into him all the more. The closeness, it was intoxicating and she ensured that every breath, every pleasured shudder she experienced was felt by him. That those slight, subtle expressions of pleasure were able to course through his own body and touch him in a way that no other woman ever could or ever had in the past. Blue eyes hungrily taking in the sight before her, she ran her tongue along her lips as he lowered himself to his knees and began to slide the blade of that knife upward along the other woman's thigh. Her own hand willingly grasping that knife, allowing him to guide it, she would grin as he spoke of the woman liking it. Her eyes lifting to examine the woman's blood stained, tear streaked face. A soft nod given in agreement. "She does." Her own pleasured gasp given as his hand slid over her slender hip, deft fingers caressing her flesh through the blood soaked fabric of her pants, venturing down along her thigh and then inward. "I think...she likes you." A clear sense of jealousy and possession, however irrational, surfacing with her soft tone as she pressed into him, breathing growing more labored as her hand covered his own as he sought to draw pleasure from her as well, driving him on, needing it as badly as he needed to give it to her.... INSERT MINIATURE TIME SKIP OF PSYCHOTIC DEBAUCHERY HERE!!! His laugh echoed through the forest, sending whatever life resided nearby scurrying for safety as he pressed forward...that knife plunging into the woman over and over again as he pressed Kurai forward. At this point her slender, trembling form was pinned between his own warm, breathtaking figure and the cold, lifeless one of their victim. Her free hand resting against the tree that the woman was bound to, nails digging into the bark and chipping it away as her own soft sounds of pleasure erupted from her lips. At this point, some of her pink locks had been stained with blood and her torso was drenched in it. Her hand, the one that still willingly went along with his own, was coated, and the warmth of the woman's blood served as an aphrodisiac to the little demon...heightening the pleasure she felt and clouding her mind with lustful, dark intentions. He jerked that knife free, the woman's corpse nothing more than a mutilated pulp hung lifeless against the tree. His arm taking her own, both of them now covered in the woman's blood, and wrapped it tightly around her front. The fresh, hot blood ran down her stomach, sliding beneath the waistline of her pants and eliciting another moan from Kurai as she looked up to the lifeless face of their mutual plaything. "Such a greedy whore.." She panted, laughing darkly as she rose upward just enough to drag her tongue along the cold, blood soaked lips of the other woman...purring sheer delight at not only the taste offered to her, but the vacant, empty expression of the woman as she hung there, unable to do anything ever again. Slowly, her nose drug along the woman's jawline as her free hand moved to his own and her nails scraped against his flesh. "Let the spirits know that he is mine," chuckling softly and purring in delight, "try and stop me now." A sick little grin before she shoved off from the woman and spun around within his embrace, her bloody, wrapped hand moving to the back of his head and jerking him forward, pressing her blood soaked lips to his own in a fevered, rough kiss that set her darkened soul on fire. Back pressing into the woman's body, she felt blood begin to run down her back, further drenching those luscious pink locks as they cascaded down her spine and over her firm little ass. The knife she had been holding now released and falling forgotten to the forest floor, she would grip the front of his shirt, pulling him into her all the more, eventually tearing away from that kiss and panting as her eyes met his own...blood dancing with water as crimson met blue. Hand releasing his chest, dragging blood soaked fingertips along his jawline, leaving crimson streaks in their wake that only proved to accentuate his eyes all the more, drawing her further and further into their transfixing stare. "You will never want another like you want me." It was not a suggestion, it was a clear and deliberate command. She would never be second best to anyone else, woman or man. Leaning in, her teeth grazed his bottom lip slowly, roughly, "I am your goddess. No other can take my place." Nails dragging against the side of his neck, shuddered breath released upon his lips as she slowly brushed her nose against his own, breathing in the ever alluring scent of man mixed with blood. She would never be able to get enough of that scent, of him...she could already tell...and yet she held back, wanting to hear him say it....to hear him swear himself to her in a way that no other had before. The Dark Angel TAG: Wakeshima Shoji || WORD COUNT: 1508 template by skye

[Wakeshima Shoji]

Oh, how he hoped she gave him multiple names. He would gladly torment men, women, children, anyone and anything to please her.

"Mmm," he shortly responded with a little nod. It was true. Everyone wanted to be so good, and it was fucking disgusting. He wanted to relish in blood and death, to cause people to writhe in agony and unspeakably torment them before their miserable lives were finally snuffed out. Licking his lips, he whispered, purred, "But we are enough, now that we have found one another."

The man chuckled at that prospect of the bitch liking him. Oh, he was sure this cur liked him, wanted him, this... that is, she wanted it all to disappear and end. But she wouldn't get off so easy. They would make her suffer right up until the end, which came soon enough for her after he started brutalizing her.

Shoji was covered in blood, with this little goddess pressed against him, and it was beyond pleasurable. This was the greatest experience of his life, and he had never felt anything so incredible. Shoji never wanted it to stop.

The knife slipped from their hands. She brushed her face against the corpse's and her words as she dragged her nails roughly against the jaw of his flesh elicited a groan. The female spun around and brought him forward, and he fell atop of this pink-haired beauty and the corpse, the two sandwiching his goddess. Grabbing at his hair, she pulled him into a passionate kiss, and quickly Sho's tongue danced a fiery tango with hers. It was as though no matter what he couldn't get enough of her, and the man wanted to consume the woman. He could taste both her and the coppery flavour of the dead girl's blood, and his hand gripped at her pink locks, moaning behind her kiss.

She pulled him in even closer, and his broad chest and hips pressed firmly against her tiny form, and hot sparks ignited from the intimacy mixed with blood. When the woman tore away from him, Shoji panted heavily, lids drooped with lust and a dark smirk tugging at his lips as crimson red met with cerulean blue. Sho had always felt pretty satisfied and happy, and yet he realized now that with this demoness he had been missing something so crucial from his life. Her.

Sho, he needed this woman, had been empty without her, and only she could fill that newfound emptiness. He had to have her and would do anything for her, to make her his.

Her hand moved from his chest and ran along his jaw, his cheeks, further staining blood on his flesh and smearing the already present splatters. While always one to want to be in control, he felt he must worship this woman. His god finally surfaced, never believing one before, and he had to serve her, to be with her, to love her. She leaned forward, grazing her teeth along his bottom lip as she spoke again, continuing to speak all that was now true to him.

And he would obey. He could not do otherwise.

As she dragged her sharp nails along the side of his neck, Sho sighed, tilting his head as her nose pressed against his own. Her scent and that of blood overwhelmed him, and acted as the most powerful aphrodisiac. Wanting her so terribly that the entirety of his body ached to the point where he thought he would quite literally die if he didn't have her, Shoji moaned, "You are my one and only god, my goddess, my everything. You... You have nullified everyone and thing else in my life. You are all that's left, and all I want. You fulfill me, have given me... purpose."

[Kurai Tenshei]

Kurai Tenshei I love the dirty tricks and twisted games you play on me. He fell into her as she pulled him forward, kissing her with a fiery passion that she had never felt upon the lips of a prospective lover before. But then this was not just the chance at another quick lived affair. This was eternity laid out before her and it was her's for the taking. She had no doubt that even in the afterlife their spirits would be destined to be together. They were one, and it mattered not to her that she had just met him. There was a distinct feeling of unity that came over her each time her fingers brushed his flesh or anytime he spoke to her in that hypnotic tone she so adored. He was that part of her that she had been missing, the one meant to fill the emptiness that burned inside of her for so long. An emptiness that she had not even been aware of, at least not consciously, until she had turned to see him standing there.  Now? Now she had to have him. She had to make him understand that he belonged to her and her alone. To server her. To protect her. To love her. There was no other option short of death, and even then his soul would be her's...his heart. She demanded it, and Kurai always got what she wanted, in one way or another. It was a habit that had come about as the result of her Father's spoilings and it was one that now made up a large portion of who she was. She was greedy and she was demanding...But she was flawless in her mind and now, in his.  A moan to match his own given against his lips as his tongue danced with her's in carnal passion. Nails scraping against his scalp as her fingers gripped his hair tighter, her other hand upon his chest and pulling him into her as she shifted her backside against the corpse of the woman still tied to the tree. There was something so amazingly satisfying about having him against her and the corpse of their victim at her back. Some poetic moment played out before her very eyes. This would not be the last moment such as this that they shared, but it would most assuredly be the most crucial. The moment when they both ceased to wander alone in their own personal darkness and instead do so...together.  She tore away despite her body and mind's protest to do so. Her nails dragging along his jawline as her nose brushed against his. Each breath shaky and panted as she ran her tongue over her lips, tasting the remnants of his kiss as she spoke those words, as she called upon him to give himself so fully unto her. She would have nothing less, and as she shifted back, eyes once more meeting his own, a pleased smirk would begin to tug upon her lips as he spoke.  There was no other that could ever take her place, and there had never been any like her before, she was sure. She would not have it. His words making it clear that all he wanted was to surrender to her and the alluring power that she held over him. A power, that in many ways, he held over her as well. Never before had she ever thought of taking a man as her's, not in the way that she was doing now. She had to have him and no was not an option. Life would end before she accepted his rejection. A rejection she knew would never come.  By the time he was done, the deal was as good as done in her mind, teeth grazing her bottom lip as she tilted her head and ran her thumb slowly along his lips. "Mine. For Eternity." She hissed, pressing her lips to his before he could utter a sound, and wrapping her arms about his neck, pulling herself up, with his help of course, and wrapping her legs about his waist. Her grip on him tight as she growled possessively into that kiss, dragging her nails along the back of his neck and fisting her opposite hand within his hair. Her own back pinned against the dead woman, though she hardly noticed anymore. In fact, the world around them began to slip from existence. No, all that existed in this moment was the two of them, just the way she liked it.  The Dark Angel TAG: Wakeshima Shoji || NOTE: ....and the world cried in despair. template by skye

[Wakeshima Shoji]

Her thumb ran slowly along his lips, and they parted, tongue slipping out and tasting the tips. Oh, how she tasted like no other! Shoji's whole body shuddered, and he purred at her words. Not only would his kindred spirit belong to her for an eternity, but she would belong to him as well... forever and ever. It was clearly destiny, and nothing would stop them from being together besides death itself. And even would not stop them. He was sure of it.

Sho didn't have time to speak, and he didn't give a damn. His passion was answer enough that he felt the same about her, once again that dance starting again. With ease, he helped pull up her tiny form, hand gripping her ass and pressing her lower body more roughly against his groin as her legs wrapped themselves around his waist. There was no doubt the pink-haired doll would be able to feel his excitement fully, and he grinned behind that kiss, even as her grip tightened and she tugged at his hair and scratched at his flesh. In fact, it felt phenomenal and his smile was all the wider.

He wanted to rip off her clothes, and to tear away his loose kimono and hakama, to remove everything between them and the blood. Ripping away from the heated kiss, Sho sat up tall, untying the belt to his kimono and allowing the clothing to fall from his muscled, exposed, blood soaked chest. He chuckled and gave a half-smirk, leaning down and, in doing so, pushing his goddess even further against the corpse, the squish sounding in the air.

Long, strong fingers ripped at her black wrap, not caring in the least that he ruined it in the process. There was a tearing sound and, lifting her up, he quickly removed the top and threw it to the side. Allowing her to fall back on the body, his smirk grew into a full-on grin, and he hovered over her small form. Gripping one of her hands, the tall mercenary rested her hand over the top of his hakama, fingers creeping their way in.

Lids drooped and Shoji purred, licking his lips in the process and later slowly emphasizing his words, "Do you want to see your full power over me, my goddess? Every... single... part of me... worships you."

He then chuckled lowly, sensuously.

[Kurai Tenshei]

Kurai Tenshei I love the dirty tricks and twisted games you play on me. It was maddening almost, the amount of draw she felt for the man before her. There was a dark presence within him that called out to her own, that calmed her in a way that she had not even know before today was possible. For so long, so many dark thoughts had made a playground of her mind, never allowing her a moment's peace, never granted her a shred of serenity. Then, suddenly, he was here and those thoughts ebbed and found root within her mind, tamed by the very thing within him that made her certain her evil had just now truly begun. Together, they would wreak havoc on the world around them. So many lives would fall beneath their feet and so many beautiful screams would fill the night sky thanks to their hands. It was practically orgasmic, the idea of this and the knowledge that it would soon come to pass. He was her's and though she had yet to even give him her name, there was no part of her, no matter how small, that did not latch onto the ideal of possessing him with a ferocity to be unrivaled by anything ever felt before. Every kiss as hot and intense as the last, only growing in intensity as the realization of what this meant began to take root within them both. They were soul mates, a thing that just this morning she would have laughed at the very idea of. He was the part of her she had not know she was missing and each touch he delivered to her body was like electricity. She craved him, down to the very core of her being, and it was not long before the world outside of this moment ceased to exist and all that remained was the man in front of her and that crimson gaze that bore into her so intensely and with just as much desire and longing as she felt for him. A soft, lustful moan erupting from her lips as his hands gripped the thin fabric of her wrap-around top, tearing it away and interrupting the stagnant silence of the forest...her back arching, hand upon his chest as nails dug into his flesh, drawing forth blood to only add to the blood she already had become painted in from their victim. Blue eyes, glazed over and yet still so full of intense, burning desire, met his own and spoke of the things she wished to do with him, for him to do to her, without so much as a word being spoken. Was this love? Perhaps the closest she had ever come, and yet they had only just met. It made so little sense, but in her mind it made all the sense in the world. "Do you love me?" She panted, her hand being placed upon him and her fingers dipping lower...He had asked her a question and yet she withheld her answer in want of her own first. Did he? Did he feel this thing that she herself felt? Did he know that his heart could only ever truly beat for her? She needed to know, and even as her hand traveled lower, fingers testing his true desire for her...she found that it was not enough. She could not be close enough to him, could not be one enough with the man who she now, in her own way, laid herself bare and exposed to. Her free arm moving about his neck, pulling herself forward and in the very next breath sinking her teeth into the tender flesh of his neck. His blood spilling over her tongue, she only bit down harder, leaving a mark upon his flesh that would last for as long as his physical form did. He was her's and now the mark would forever be upon his flesh for the world to know...as a constant reminder to him and any that ever dared think they could take him from her. The Dark Angel TAG: Wakeshima Shoji || NOTE: "testing his desire"...heh template by skye

[Wakeshima Shoji]

Her question was not one Shoji expected, and he blinked. Did he love her? Love was not often something Shoji thought of, being a creature filled with a voracious lust. There were times he claimed he loved his little sister while molesting her and the woman who taught him much of what he knew sexually, but it was entirely warped and more so words of false affection, to shush Sayuri and please the mistress. But as he gazed upon this pink-haired beauty, he certainly felt something beyond anything he had ever felt or experienced before. There was lust, most certainly, but it was more than that. His entire being and cold, cruel heart ached for her.

Was this what love was? What the rest of the gullible, idiotic individuals of humanity felt?

There wasn't much time to ponder, for in the next moment the little goddess came forward and sunk her teeth into the flesh of his neck. Shoji's crimson eyes widened and his body jerked. Fingers roughly dug into her upper-back and shoulder with one hand and her ass with the other, a masochistic pleasure overwhelming him, wracking his body. Shoji's breath hitched in the middle of his throat and he moaned, the sound mixed with a wince. It hurt so bad, yet was oh so good, and Shoji whipped his head backwards, back and neck arching as she bit into him harder, the different blood now intermingling.

"Aaahh!"

That devilish smirk never left his lips, a breathy chuckle sounding from his lips. If anyone else would have done this, there would have been hell to pay, and yet with it being his goddess, it felt otherworldly. It was as though there were some kind of connection, a supernatural contract. He was hers, and Shoji could not have been happier. It did not feel as though he were being tied down, instead feeling complete in every way imaginable, and in ways he did know could possible exist or he could have even dreamed of.

Pulling the woman away eventually, Shoji inhaled deeply and peered into her blue eyes with his crimson hues. For the first time in his existence, his smile was soft, genuinely so. There was even a twinkle in his eyes, as the psychopath was oddly enough overwhelmed with truly romantic sentiment.

"I love you more than death itself," answered Shoji, forehead resting against hers. His large hand rose up to her cheek, the other still beneath Kurai's ass (and consequently against the corpse underneath as well), and his thumb stroked her blood-stained cheek. "My entirety belongs to you, is for you. You are my one god."

Shoji's hand lowered to her chest, resting over her heart. The lids of his crimson eyes fluttered low, drooping, and he leaned in to kiss her lips, licking the plump, tender bottom flesh.

He breathed ever so softly against her, "I love and worship solely you~"