Soul corruption (Anari) mature

[emiko]

She hated the way that he spoke and actually made sense. How could he actually make it seem like he knew what he was saying? Unless he did know what he was saying, but she found that idea to be ridiculous. Then again, apparently he had been alive for a long time. Anari took a minute to look around her, taking everything in as well as a deep breath. His lips touched her skin and her breath caught in her throat. How would she live with no choices? Were choices really sins? He was turning this around on her, it seemed. She used him. How did she use him? He explained. It was interesting how he could make her think she was wrong and he was right. Her doubts were sliding away now. "Beneficial," she repeated. It actually made sense to her, but the thought of using him made her want to stop making choices, if that's what it took.

"You are gorgeous, Daimon," she said softly, sticking her tongue out at him. His compliments were catching her, hooking her in. She loved to get told she was beautiful, the little vain shapeshifter. She didn't think she was vain, though. Was Vanity a sin? "I'm sure you know you are beyond gorgeous, Daimon, why would you even ask?" she laughed now. She smirked at him. "I'm not uncomfortable," she said. A little bit of a lie, but it was obvious she was warming up now. She wanted to lighten the mood a bit here, try to make it less tense. She shifted against him, moving her hand over his chest. "You make me think, Daimon," she said, eyes lit up and comfortable. Something about fighting and dying and she shook her head. Anari wasn't a fighter. Far from it, really.

"Do you really love life, angel?" she asked, peering up at him. "You free them. Tell me how you do that," she demanded, wrapping her hand in his shirt and pulling him close. "You talk like you are so powerful," she added. She wanted him to explain himself. What made him so much more powerful than the other angels? 'He's so cute,' she thought, smiling. But something was pestering her, telling her it was a bad idea to try and make friends here.

[daimon]

"Power... That is one of the advantages, why am I here able to speak against that which bound your soul... That which bound your heart, your code of Morales... His lips were against her skin softly as he spoke. Her body was against his, and he loved it... she was beautiful and soft against him. His eyes peirced hers, the blue eyes that had seen so much in the world.

"I was a archangel, a archangel far stronger then you could imagine... and now I am far stronger then I once was... Lycan, Vampire... All are outcast breeds... " The fallen angels lips were against her cheek as he spoke. Her beauty was great, her innocence intrigued him.
Slowly his lips moved downwards until they were near to hers but he did not kiss her. Everything about him was good... Except his black wing, the only thing unpure about him... and it was unholy.... completely unholy.

"Freedom... Is yours if you give up your morale code, the code which you dictate your life by every day..." He whispered as he gently kissed her skin, directly below her lip.
His touch was so gentle. "I am gorgous? Why.... Because the lust in your heart perceives me as gorgeous, To every race they would see me as beautiful, The only race that would not see me as beautiful are teh angels, and they would see me as equal." He mused.

"I ofter.... you freedom... You use me every day and so long as you make a choice, the smallest of choices such as simply being attracted to someone... You have me.... In your heart." He put his hand just under her neck between her breasts directly on her heart.
"You know me very well... I am no stranger... Since the first day you sinned... You have known sin, you loved it when you did something evil... Something small for example feeling lust after a man, or envy cause one of your friends had something you did not... I lurk in your heart." He mused as his lips touched her skin.

"But... It is a good thing, for without me there is no choices and without choices you are but a slave my beautiful dear Anari... I tell you because you understand... You do understand Anari, Im sure you have questions... ask away." He was close to her now nearly holding her his body was perfect a tribute to man kind and to god, who created man.

[emiko]

She was giggling softly now. Power. If there was one thing people had a tendency to love, it was power. Anari was a greedy girl, but power-hungry she was not. His body was cold against hers, all of it but the one place where his heart should be. There, it was warm. Her hand moved over it as she listened to him speak. His lips on her skin were soft and gentle. She shifted, seeming uncomfortable though that wasn't why she was moving. She wanted to be closer, though her mind was telling her to get away.

She shuddered as his lips moved down, expecting him to kiss her and feeling somewhat shy now. He didn't, though, and she was almost glad. He was so gorgeous, she couldn't help but continually realize this. His wing was different, though, but she even found that to be beautiful. There was only one, though, and it was strange in her eyes. She longed touch it, wondering if others felt the same way around him. 'Probably, if he treats them like this,' she thought, frowning. It wasn't bad, the way he was treating her. His body was saying one thing but his words put her one edge. It was like black and white, opposite colors but they worked well together.

She could have freedom if she gave up her morale code. "How tempting," she said, her voice skipping a bit when he kissed below her lip. He spoke about his beauty and she shook shrugged. Maybe every race did see him as beautiful except the angels. She was trying to remember if she had ever seen an angel as pretty as him. She actually didn't see many angels in her lifetime, or so she would think, but of the ones she had saw, he had to be the best looking. Or maybe it was just one of those 'in the moment' things. Maybe she just couldn't think of anyone who looked better because she didn't want to. She would think on it later. He was making her a nice offer.

His hand went down between her breast and she watched him. These things still made sense. Maybe she did know him. She had made choices. She had wanted men, women. She had disobeyed her own mother, wasn't that a sin? To not do as she was told? He had said that before and she looked down. She had been using him then, too? She had known him then, had she not? The feeling she got when she went against her mother wishes. She was so proud to be able to do something on her own. She had felt lust towards men and women. She had felt envious. These things were wrong? "Indeed, I know you," she admitted.

She couldn't stand his lightly touching lips. It was driving her insane. "Why?" she asked when he said she ask questions. "Why are you offering me freedom?" She honestly wanted to know. Why would he offer her something like that? She had done nothing to deserve it. "I want it," she whispered, eyes still on the ground.

[daimon]

His hands moved down her waist slowly as his gently grazed across hers. His hands gently slid down her hips to her thighs holding her closer to him. "All the sin that you have felt... That was me... The freedom to do those things were me... I offer you freedom because.... I find you so beautiful, Not just your physical body... Your soul in general is beautiful to me..."
His hand moved from her thigh slowly back up her hip. Slowly his hand touched her cheek.

He was seductive in his movements, his eyes beautiful as they peirced hers.
"You have longed for someone to pleasure you... You have longed to be free... You will be free... when you understand sin is the only way to perfection. Corruption the only way to happiness... Those who are darkest are also those filled with joy." his voice was gentle as the fallen angel gently kissed her neck, His lips cold against her skin.

Her touch was warm, her heart beating full of life.
It was beautiful to him, her body and her soul...
She was innocent to him, he doubted she had ever spoken to someone who truly
made her think about the way the world was designed. He had been around since the
beginning of time.

The mysterious fallen angels lips moved up her neck slowly gently kissing her soft skin.
He was gentle and delicate as hi s lips moved along her skin.
"Anari, do you wish me to stop... or do you like sin? Do you enjoy....The bliss of lust?" He asked her sweetly as he slowly moved his lips down her neck again. His hand traced down her cheek slowly moving a random strand of hair out of her beautiful eyes as he kissed her skin again.

[emiko]

She felt his hands wandering. Earlier, she would have made him stop, but now she allowed it to happen. She didn't mind at this point. His hands felt nice against her body, his voice was seductive and she loved it. He told her he thought her soul was beautiful. It was a compliment she had never received and she smiled happily to have a new one placed on her. If anything, his compliments had her hooked. Not just the feel of his body against hers or the way he spoke, but the things he said. He knew her, it seemed. He knew she wanted compliments. He knew she wanted freedom. He also knew she wanted him. She wondered how many women he picked up off the street and offered freedom to. She took in his scent, feeling so peaceful and quiet.

Had she really longed for someone to pleasure her? Maybe not, but he made it believable. She had never really felt this attracted to a man, seeing as she usually went for females. Maybe that was why she was finding it hard to fall into the mood he was setting here. He was doing a good job with it, though, it was working. "Sin is the only way?" she asked, as if not sure he was telling the truth. It seemed so..dark. She wondered if he was happy, and she voiced this question. "Are you happy, angel?" she questioned, her voice soft again like it was when she first spoke to him.

She had never had someone make her think like this, it was true. She rarely spoke to people, seeing as she was usually a quiet girl. Her friends, though, she could talk to. She would open up to them and do things people who didn't know her wouldn't expect her to do. She would sin, as Daimon put it. She made choices every day. She did what she wanted, really, and did things for others. But she made the choice to do things the way she wanted to do them. She wouldn't do anything she didn't want to do, and that was her choice. It seemed nearly everything could be a sin, or that's the way Daimon was putting it. There was no way to avoid that.

She was getting unwanted images in her mind and she pushed them away. She didn't know why he was asking if she wanted him to stop, it was obvious she didn't. "Don't stop," she whispered softly, eyes narrowing. She watched him move her hair and she sighed, biting her lower lip lightly as she thought. 'I do like sin...I suppose,' she thought, thought her eyes held a gentle look in them. There was very little fear there, but her innocence was showing through.

[daimon]

"I am not so random as to ask just anyone do they want to be free, because everyone would say yes... though no one would agree to its price but you. I think you just may, Freedom comes at a price, to give up that morale code which has deluded your life... To love flesh, the flesh of the beautiful, for we are perfect and I shall give you immortality... To love violence to see it fews the ambition of so many."

His voice was soft as he slowly bit her neck, his lips against her skin gently as his hands held loosely to her waiste. His hair fell in front of his eyes for a moment his eyes looking down her body before running back up her perfect curves. "You see lust governs birth, it governs love. Without lust how could you love? It loses it's meaning... What I have created... is something beyond most imagination... "
He whispered sweetly in her ear.

"what is blue without the perception of blue. A color is nothing unless it is perceived through the eyes. Such a small thing sepeartes such large things. Yet people are not thankful they can see the world in color rather then black and white... There is good and there is evil... and there is sin. I am the darkest thought that crosses a mans mind before he kills himself... and I am good... I am the first kiss of the morning from ones lover... Sin is so many things.... And now the angel that created sin stands before you suffering you the freedom of the world... "

Gently his hand reached into hers.
"Your beauty.... Do not allow it to fade... Do not rot in the plastic world that looks down on a person because of their abnormalities... For without sin there are no abnormality... everyone is the same... So... fucking... Boring." He mused now, his eyes still soft blue as he kissed her neck slowly sliding down her body. He moved her hand down his chest slowly letting her feel his perfect body.

"Am I happy... Yes... I suppose I am, I have it all... Forever to be free until the end of time... and thats not coming any time soon." he mused sweetly before dragging his lips down her cheek slowly. "A womens touch is soft and gentle while a mans is rough and hard... Yet Mine is neither, mine is perfection... To make you question life in itself. A angels touch, such a forbidden thing to sleep with a angel." The fallen angel mused. His wing was out further as the moonlight shined off of it creating a beautiful shadow.

[emiko]

Everything was so tempting as she had said. "You can give me immortality? Why do I not believe that?" she asked, slightly confused. How could he give her something unobtainable like that? She was not born immortal. Or maybe he meant a different kind of immortality? The things he said could be taken in many ways, and some of the time she wasn't sure how he meant them. Such as freedom. What kind of freedom? The price she would have to pay, losing her morals? Violence wasn't something Anari enjoyed. She wasn't a violent girl and she wasn't very fond of anyone being violent. She was good at getting out of situations such as that. "Violence is not a good thing," she said, shaking her head.

She went stiff when he bit her gently. His lips moved and she eyed him carefully. He spoke of lust and love, something she didn't believe in. But she let him speak and lead her to think once more. 'There is a difference between love and lust,' she thought. Anari wasn't one who believed in love, really, but she figured that she could be proven wrong at any time. She had never loved anyone, but she was too young to experience that anyway. 'There are several ways to love. I love my father,' she thought. 'But not the love he is talking about,' she added, shifting her weight to the other foot. She saw him look over her and she smirked. She enjoyed seeing that, thinking that maybe he approved of her.

The eyes. Such a strange thing to think about. The way they worked was strange. It was never something Anari really thought about. But now that he had brought it up, her mind went over what she knew about the eyes and how people saw the world. "I am thankful," she said lightly. There were so many things that people took for granted, such as their senses and their ability to do things. To move, to make choices. To sin? He was repetitive, perhaps to get the point through to her. She didn't mind, though, he was passing the time. Speaking of time, she had no idea how many minutes had passed since she had met him. She tried to judge, but she had paid little attention to how much time she had spent here. Surely not long, though.

His hand was cold in hers now and she tightened her fingers through his. "I don't want my beauty to fade," she said, a panicked expression on her face as she thought about it. She couldn't bare to think of losing something that meant so much to her. She felt him move down her body and she smiled a bit, fear still in her eyes. Not of him, but of losing her beauty. Could he take that from her? He moved her hand over his chest and she blushed a bit. She was a perfectionist and he was perfect. She was curious as to how he came to be this way.

"You are happy," she repeated. 'And free,' she added in her mind. 'So free and beautiful.' Anari stared at him thoughtfully. His wing was so pretty, though dark and almost...she didn't know the word for it. He said something about sleeping with an angel and she blinked, wondering why that would be forbidden. Her touch was gentle, just as he said. She had never noticed a difference between the way the two sexes touched, it wasn't something she would have noticed. He was right, though, he was perfect.

[daimon]

"You love my touch.... Dont you? The lust inside of you... "
He whispered gently as his lips slid down her skin slowly. His arms embraced her, her breasts against him now. He was a elitist... perfect in every form... Slowly he kissed her cheek running his lips down her neck to her shoulder.

"Freedom coexists with happiness, without one there is no such thing as the other. You see without freedom and choices and sin.... There is no happiness."
Slowly he ran his hands over her waist. Her body was beautiful to him.
Gently his lips moved down her skin touching the neckline of her shirt now.

He smiled when he heard what she said about violence.
"Your right, But violence is in some cases a good thing... For example... If someone constantly hurt your family, with words and actions but never physically harmed them...
that would not be violence on their part, but you stop it with your fists..." He smiled.
"That is a case where violence is needed... People have to fight, lest they suffer." He muttered sweetly as his lips were very close to hers now.

"I can make you immortal..."
He smiled pulling out a small vial.
"This is my blood.... The blood of a angel. It is a secret but placing it on your body, each spot it is placed on will never age... In other words... You will never die of old age..."
"I offer it to you if you serve me, I will give you true freedom... You see I like the company of women, and I like them to be young and beautiful... So what is your youth worth to you?" His voice was soft and angelic.

[emiko]

"Yes," she answered, truly enjoying him against her. His arms moved against her and she pressed against him. She was warm, warmer than humans really. She loved the heat and you could often find her in her reptile form basking in the sun. It was such a comfortable feeling for her. Being next to Daimon was comfortable too, she had to admit. His lips moved over her once more and she sighed contently. He was talking about sin and happiness and she listened only slightly now. He talked quite a bit, she realized. It didn't bother her, but she wasn't too fond of being around other people. She liked to be alone, but she didn't like to be lonely. With him here, she wasn't alone, but she wasn't lonely either. Plus, he was offering her something she wanted. How much better could it get?

"Getting violent with someone who had done such a thing is only showing how weak you are. I prefer to not drop down to their level," she said strongly. It was obvious that she wanted to stay away from violence. Fighting was not her thing and she would avoid it no matter what. If Daimon wanted to use her for such things, he was talking to the wrong woman. "Or maybe worse. The situation in which you describe....should someone treat my family badly and I react with violence, I am worse than they are," she said thoughtfully, looking up at him. Did he understand? She wouldn't hit someone for saying cruel things. She would talk it over, because that's the kind of girl she was. This didn't mean she wouldn't protect herself if someone attacked. If talking them out of violence wouldn't work, Anari would protect herself if no one else would.

At his next words and the showing of this vial, she pulled away. If she served him? "Serve you?" she asked, a bit of doubt in her voice. But the reward was such a good one. but what did he mean by serving him? That didn't seem like freedom to her. But the promise of not aging and freedom was a lot to pass up. She would remain young and beautiful, like she was now. How could she resist that? Her mind was working and Daimon could probably tell.

[daimon]

He smiled.
"I dont mean as a slave... I mean as something more, You see I enjoy the company of beautiful women... Its not like my touch... isn't pleasant." he smiled running his hands down her shoulders slowly, moving down her arms until his hands found hers.

"sex, Is the freedom of lust..." He smiled.
"I created it... You'll find no one better."
The angels blue eyes peirced hers. "Unless of course your to innocent." He smiled tracing his finger up her belly slowly, over her bra and now running his hand over her cheek lightly, a soft gentle touch.

The angelic potion that would forever keep her young.
"so, you are not going to be a slave, Instead I ask you entertain me when I ask it of you. For this I will give you the potion... and It will keep your beauty... preserved forever." He smiled gently kissing her cheek. His lips were near hers now.

His body was cold, and the angels scent was intoxicating, beautiful...
The Scent of paradise, heaven.
The light illuminated him and his raven black wing, giving him a strange dark glow.
"I have a room near, Where we can truly discuss payment for The immortality."
He loved women, it was one of his key traits... Because he created lust and that was a ultimate freedom.

[emiko]

She thought she might have understood what he was talking about. She raised her eyebrows as she thought about it. She wouldn't be a slave to him. 'That's not what he meant?' she thought, her eyes flickering over the ground. This thought didn't disgust her, she thought it over in her mind. his hands seemed so gentle as they moved over her body. They were quite distracting, really, making her lose track of what she was thinking so she could think about what could be happening.

"No one better, hm?" she laughed softly. He was pretty confident in himself, it seemed. Her innocence was brought to mind. Was she too innocent? Hardly. If it was sex he wanted from her, she didn't want to be seen as a slut. His hands were roaming more now and she allowed it, not really wanting him to stop. Her skin was tingling and she was craving his touch, but she didn't ask for more. He was going to do as he wished, not what she wanted. Or so she thought. She wasn't sure how he was.

"Just to entertain you?" she asked, her innocent eyes peering up into his now. "I get that for entertaining you?" she questioned, making sure she understood him. His lips were near hers and she grinned, taking his lower lip into her mouth and nibbling on it gently. She was tired of his wandering lips and hands, never getting where she wanted them to go. She released his lip and sighed. She wanted her beauty, and a small price to pay? She was willing to do nearly anything to stay young and beautiful as well as be free.

She listened to his next words and smiled. "A room, then? Suppose we should go," she said, chewing on her lip. Would he kill her once they got there? She was sure she could protect herself, but she really didn't want to fight him. He was an angel after all, she wouldn't really last very long would she? Or what if he took her for a slave? He had said that's not what he wanted her for, but she didn't know if he would hold true to his word. She still didn't trust him, but she was willing to go along with this for the time being. She wanted what he offered and was hoping to get it.

[daimon]

"You fear me, but do you think I would have wasted a hour speaking to you and trying to convince you of what I was speaking if It was not true... If I merely wanted to rape you... I was alive... Since the beginning of time. My intentions is to make love to you... To take your innocence away." He led her only a few feet before they arrived to a house, it was a small apartment. Slowly he led her in, his hand holding hers. They were in a 1 room apartment.

The angel's eyes pierced hers.
"Your beauty.... Is amazing... How could I not want to preserve it... How could I not want to keep you eternalally young? I do not like the strong to die, I do not like the beautiful to wither... I love... the beauty of this world." He whispered slowly touching his lips to her cheek as he laid her back in the bed. Taking her hand softly in his own and placing it against his cheek.

"Do you believe me? I Keep you young and give you this freedom because I want to preserve the beauty of the world... Your beauty my dear anari." He whispered softly as he brought her hand to his handsome face. his blue eyes staring into her eyes. The angels were beautiful, in all senses of the word. His scent was of the ocean, the skys and heaven its self... pure freedom... beautiful and seductive.

Slowly his lips touched her cheek. He slid his crimson coat off leaving him only in his black muscle shirt. His black wing was sproated outwards now, giving him a slightly darker look.
He was perfect in stature, and well toned, his muscles lightly tanned. He kissed her neck slowly looking down at the beautiful girl under him.

[emiko]

She smirked at his words, wondering if it was a fetish of his to take away a woman's innocence. No matter. She didn't mind. The place he led her was a one bedroom apartment and she was disgusted to be inside it. Everything about this place disgusted her. She felt as thought it would make her dirty and less attractive. Anari was slightly high maintenance, really. She wanted only expensive, beautiful things. This apartment didn't strike her fancy, but the man who had led her here did. He wanted to make love to her, something she had never been told before. Sex was something that didn't happen often with the young shapeshifter. She had been with two girls in her lifetime and only one male. The pain she had endured with that man wasn't something she wanted to go through again. She was worried about this time but didn't speak up. She wasn't going to ruin her chances.

"Thank you for you compliments," she said, her heart beat picking up speed as he put her on the bed. She wasn't afraid of him, but afraid of doing something wrong or not being good enough. She knew she was beautiful, she wasn't worried about not being pretty enough for him, but there were other things that worried her. She wasn't very experienced with me, having only been with one. She was good at some things, but she was more experienced with women. "I'm glad you enjoy my beauty as much as I do," she laughed. This was not her saying she was vain, that was something she wouldn't admit. She was letting him know that she had confidence in her looks.

The gorgeous man above her was peering down into her eyes and she was forgetting about the nasty room already. Her own gray eyes stared back into his and in the light he would be able to see the little brown spots in them. Her eyes had to be her favorite thing about her. They were beautiful, young and innocent. "I believe you," she answered, her warm hand over his cheek. He smelled amazing and made her calm down a bit. She breathed in his scent, not wanting to forget it. He was so beautiful. She was jealous, though her beauty had to be a close match. Or so she thought.

She watched him remove his coat and she reached up to touch his chest, moving her hands over it gently. Her eyes followed where her hands touched and she smiled approvingly. This angel was too much. It was unreal. She moved her curious eyes to the wing, then back down, feeling his lips against her neck.

[daimon]

He removed his shirt, his bare skin was lightly pale. His abs and muscles were well developed.
Daimon slowly moved his lips down her neck gently as he pulled her shirt over her head letting it drop to the ground leaving the girl in her bra. He kissed her neck slowly sliding his lips down her body kissing her bra as his lips touched her belly sliding a bit lower stopping at the hem of her skirt.

his hand was on her upper thigh. Slowly he moved it upwards moving over her warm leg just moving inside of her skirt. He licked her belly lightly running his tongue back upwards over her soft sweet skin. "Are you having fun? " He asked softly slowly running his hand up her skirt, his hand soft on her inner thigh.

He did not yet touch her girlhood, he would be slow and gentle with his new toy.
He moved back up her body slowly running his hand over her breast even though her bra prevented him from touching her bare skin just yet. His other hand was lightly moving up her skirt very slowly very seductively massaging her thigh.

Gently he ran his tongue over her neck lightly kissing her skin.
"How beautiful... Anari." He whispered.
"Everything about you is beautiful." His voice was soft and seductive.
The room itself had changed started to glow in a strange moonlight crystal.
*I know her soul....* He mused to himself as he kissed her belly again. It was a strange room, the crimson sheets on the bed the only thing dull about it at this point. "Moonlight reflected off of Diamonds." He explained lightly.

[emiko]

Now he took off his shirt and she watched in wonder, amazed at what he had to show. Her hands moved over his chest once more, touching him, feeling him. He was cold but she was beginning to not notice. Now he removed her shirt, letting him see her body. She had such a nice body. A flat stomach, curvy hips. She was in no way disappointing. She was wearing a blue bra that was a little lacy, something a guy would expect her to wear. His lips moved over her bra now and she clenched her jaw, wishing she wasn't wearing it. then his lips moved down and she watched him carefully as if she was going to stop him if he went further. She wouldn't have, though, but she was slightly nervous.

His cold hand moved over her smooth thigh and his tongue moved over her stomach. She could feel her body reacting to it and she wanted more. She heard him ask a question but she couldn't bring herself to answer. Instead she nodded her head. Her mind was racing, trying to determine what she was supposed to do and if this was what he was supposed to do. Her hands moved over him, warm against his cold skin. She moved them over his arms, exploring the parts of his body she could reach. She wondered if he was going to stay in control here like she wanted. She wasn't sure she would be able to make him feel like she was feeling, though her innocence was enough to make anything sexual she did exciting. She didn't seem like the type of girl to do such things.

His hand moved over her breasts now and she put her own hand over his. She was enjoying this and he had yet to touch the place that was longing for him. 'He's so gentle,' she thought, monitoring his movements. She didn't want him to get rough with her, she wasn't into that. She didn't like for people to be aggressive in bed. He wasn't rough though and for that she was grateful. His hand massaged her thigh and she smiled a bit, watching him.

His compliments made her smirk. "You think I'm beautiful?" she asked softly. He had said so before, but she wanted him to say it again. The room changed and her eyes widened. They darted over the room, excitement in them. It was so pretty, but she was confused as to how it came to look this way. "It's pretty," she admitted, looking back at him. The room still didn't compare to Daimon, though. She thought he was beautiful, even the way he spoke was beautiful. "How interesting," she said, her voice soft and quiet. She chewed on her lip as she thought about his explanation.