Summary:
Evil he was. Darkness incarnate. The harbinger of the end. But even he had the capacity to love.
Claimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to persons alive or dead are purely coincidental. These authors hold exclusive rights to this work and unauthorized reproduction is strictly prohibited.
Warnings: Explicit descriptions of sex, strong language, involves beings of Hell.
Note 1: Credit must also go to my good friend Chris for helping me develop this idea and for being the one with whom it sprang up in the first place.
Note 2: This little oneshot was the result of an RP I was doing with my friend Chris. After it was written, we decided to make a story out of it. Whether or not this exact oneshot will make it into the final version is yet to be seen. Chris helps me brainstorm and roleplays scenes I need with me, but ultimately it's me who is writing the actual story, which means I'll no doubt have to cut things here and there and all around. However, this will always stay our first, and a story in itself, even if it isn't included in the novel.
I simply needed to make this clear to explain why certain things simply aren't...well...explained. XD. Please enjoy, and if you like this, look out for Forbidden Legacy!
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She smiled at him, and he could see the demon side of her showing in the crimson hue of her eyes. "What do you want, my little devil?"
His wings unfurled slowly, releasing him from the protective embrace he had enfolded himself in and he rose up, speaking in a very quiet and very nearly distorted voice. "To Claim you."
She shivered, but they did not call her Sirenfire for nothing. Her coal black brow arched and she began to circle him with all the purpose of a praying tigress.
"Hmmm... but what if I wish to claim you, my little devil?" Her fangs were beginning to show.
The wings flapped ever so slightly, as if he was stretching them out in defiance, but his entire body was beginning to hum in anticipation.
"Come then...see if you can bring the devil to his knees."
His fingers flexed once, then again. And he turned his head just enough so that he was looking right at her with those deep crimson orbs.
She smiled and approached, reaching for him, and he saw that her nails had lengthened into crimson claws, like drops of fresh blood at the tips of her slender fingers. Gently, for he was her devil and she did not wish to harm him anymore than it would take him to submit to her, she trailed the points of those deadly claws across the side of his neck, not drawing blood, but leaving faint red lines, marking him as hers.
"You are mine, Lucifer," she murmured as she moved forward and soothed the lines with her fiery little tongue. "Mine."
"As you are mine, little Siren." His clawed hand grasped her upper arm, but gently. He could no more hurt her than he could cut off his own arm. Gently he pulled her up against him, bowing his head down to softly kiss her lips. When he pulled from her mouth, he pressed another kiss to her lower lip, then to her neck, and then she felt it; the soft nip as he worried the vein so that it would be present. Then his teeth sank into the supple flesh, and he fed.
She moaned at the burning pain of it. He always did this to her, marked her as his own, just as she would mark him. The pain never remained long, but blossomed into mind-blowing pleasure strong enough to make her orgasm off of it without him even having to truly touch her.
Her blood flowed from her neck and into his mouth for a long, long moment. He allowed himself to savour the taste before pulling his head back. As he did so, his wings slowly folded around them both, encompassing them in a protective shell.
Siren glanced up at him pensively for a moment, before a feral smile split her features, and her little claws tangled themselves in his long ebony locks, darker even than the hatred they both held for all mortal, angel and human kind. Moving her lips to his neck, she returned the offer of their blood, sucking with relish, enjoying his soft moans as her teeth pierced him.
[What do you want from me, my little devil,] she asked him through their mind touch. [Do you want me to claim you, or would you like me to be claimed? You may be mine, but you are my saviour, and hence, my master.]
"Take my blood. Drink of me." His voice was quiet, but there was power behind it; incredible power behind his speech.
And so she drank. She revelled in the power he was allowing her. Never before had he allowed anyone, whether it be minion, slave, sidekick or loyal follower this close to him. He had taken many demonesses to bed, this she knew, but she also knew that in this act, he was pledging the rest of his life, his very soul to her; to only her. And so she was gentle, yet firm, accepting yet also giving him time to reconsider, to push her away. However, she knew if he chose the latter, he would be forced to kill her to sever the blood bond they were creating.
He tilted his head just a little bit as she drank, and he murmured a quiet encouragement before he actually spoke."You no longer bow to anyone or anything. You are my queen now and always." Gently he pulled her mouth away from his neck. "The mother of my children, my sacred lover."
Her smile could have destroyed the land of angels with its sheer demonic beauty. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, no longer needing to wait for him to make the first move. She had always been a bold little demon, and it had ended up with her flung over her Dark Lord's knees numerous times, but in all that, she had never lost her fire. Now she was being allowed to share that fire, to rise above the minions who had always taunted her, calling her a foundling, a half-breed bastard. She would show them all. Yes she would show them. Especially Ragnar, the dark Lord's second-in-command, the demon who had attempted to have her after Lucifer had announced she was not to be touched. She wanted to deliver his punishment herself, but the more primal part of her that loved her Devil's possessiveness wanted to sit back and watch as Lucifer tore the slimy fuck to bits with his bare claws. Yes, she thought to herself, that would be very agreeable indeed.
A smile touched Lucifer's lips. He was now tied to his mate's thoughts and desires, and he knew exactly what she wanted. So he would give her that. He would give her the world. Slowly he pulled her back to arms length, then lifted a clawed hand to run it through her locks. Evil he was. Darkness incarnate. The Harbinger of the End. But even he had the capacity to love. And he loved this demoness in his arms. And because he loved her, he would not...could not resist her. When he spoke, his voice was almost a purr. "We will make the entire world know that you and I are one."
"Luci..." she breathed, using the nickname that would spell quick and violent death to any other who dared use it."I love you. With all the soul I do not have, I love you. Kiss me?"
"With pleasure." He dipped his head down and touched his mouth softly to hers, but the soft kiss quickly turned to demanding and passionate in only the space of a few moments as he slid his tongue into her mouth, twining it with her own.
She growled like the little lioness she could become at will and shoved him backward so that the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed hard. She was only a slip of a thing, but she had always been one of his strongest demons. It is what, aside from her unnatural beauty, attracted him to her in the first place. And now that she had drunk of him, his strength was coursing through her veins, not as prominent as his; she would never be as strong as her master, but it was close.
Lucifer landed hard, and the next thing he knew, she was on him, kissing, sucking, biting and licking.
"I want to take you, my little devil," she growled as she pulled away, her usually soft voice deepening to a demoness's feral snarl. "I want you to belong to me, heart... body... mind... soul..."
His chuckle dominated the room as he rose to his elbows and gazed at her with eyes aflame with desire. Unlike his previous lovers, she had the courage to be assertive and to say that it turned him on would be an understatement.
"Come here and take it. It is yours."
