Beneath the flickering of a candle's glowing flame he watched the way her curves unfolded, how they undressed beneath the glissading rake of his stare.  Asmodeus felt them beneath the roving caress of his palm.  A gentle touch as if she was made of glass instead of flesh and bone.  Tender as if he'd never known the familiarity of her knee in which he positioned on his hip, as if he'd never known the softness of her thighs or the wideness of her hind.  His fingertips bit into the round curve and pulled her close against him so that she could feel the impassioned rage that pushed violently against the trim of his breeches.  A storm that she alone could waken. In turn he felt the tips of her breasts against his warm skin.  He felt the shape of her meld against him, beckoning with quiet heat to delve into the volcanic sea of wanton intimacy.  Most of all, he saw the flush of crimson stain her angular cheeks. "You're blushing."  He chuckled out the teasing intonation.  It was a soft sound, quiet even to him.  Unable to resist the draw of this impassioned bow, he'd plant kiss after adoring kiss along the rise of her cheekbone before giving the end of his trail a gentle nip of adoration.  Encouraging intention sought to push her shoulder enough to have her laid on her back and his affections would change as well.  The endearing press of his lips lavished her neck, her mouth, the jut of her collar bone.  His hands aimed to part her thighs enough to allow his hand entry to the carnal temptation nested between.  Between his lips, Asmodeus took in one of her nipples, worshiping it with the tip of his tongue in slow and circular motions.

Poltergeist Tombstone; The plush of her hands sought to slide along his shoulders as bodies briefly meshed. Her breath an anxious shudder in recognition of the demand, the growth between thighs. A provoking ache of want burned betwixt own plush thighs and an unconscious crave to grind against him. Once more did her hands explore every definition of his strong back, each scar that held its own story whilst breasts pressed against the strong wall of his torso. You’re blushing. Came the reverberating thrum of his tenor. She exhaled a chuffing sigh of bashful acknowledgment. “It has been a while.” she admitted sheepishly. Though, no sooner was she met with his lips scouring her with heated passion all the while following the gentle guide to recline back into the sheets. Lavender gaze sealed and head tilting to further expose the expanse of her neck all the while feeling the tickling scathe of his unshaven five o’clock shadow. Gentled, wanting coo bubbled form her throat as he bestowed generous affection proved to be a distraction as he snuck his hand between her thighs to find the dampened flower. A sharp inhale hitched her breathing; “Asmodeus—!” as if taken by surprise in a mewling gasp as he gained entry of warmed wet walls. One hand entangled in his raven locks while the other dug into the expanse of sheets. Her back arched slightly and head rolled back once again while he worked gentle motions of each nipple as if to ensure neither remained displaced. “Haa—” came a breathy sigh. Her legs would spread a little more for him all the while the further his exploration. "Speech" ooc: -x-

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He saw within her eyes the depths of the ocean, the magic beneath, the temptation that pulled him down into the midnight-cerulean abyss.  A chasm reserved for the promises of haughty pleasure, her pleasure, unveiled.  Lavishing waves rippled over his flesh, cold needles raking against his skin as he dove head-first into the sea.  It soothed the fire burning the web of veins pulsing throughout writhing flesh.  Each beat of his heart seemed in harmony with her breaths; could she feel it?  Could she feel the longing beneath the caress of her exploratory fingertips?  Feel the way his body moved in synchrony with that dulcet touch?  The door of wanton lust clicked, unlocked by the key of her coos.  Those pleasured noises, encouragement reserved for him alone for she was - in name and body - his.  No other would take her; none would hear the pleasured purr rumbling throughout her ample chest.  None but Asmodeus. Deft fingers continued to tease the flooded gates of Eden.  They felt the warmth of her ensnare them, compel them further into the garden, inviting entry with the writhing grind of feminine hips.  He couldn't help the grin that slipped across the shadow of his mouth nor the pride swelling in his breast.  To imagine that such beauty blossomed beneath his ministrations; that she called his name in this heated moment.  The pad of his thumb brushed against the swollen, slick bud of her clit while plunging his index into her inner walls, caressing them with languid thrusts.  It wouldn't take long before he removed his mouth from the hardened tips of her breasts.  The tip of his tongue replaced the languid strokes of his thumb.  The flat of it engulfed the sensitive core of her sodden slit while blue eyes remained honed upon the flushed curve of her face.  He took his time tasting her, the metallic sting dancing on his tongue akin to copper pressed into his mouth.  Each movement, every suckling press of his lips, was precise.  Despite their years apart, he still intimately knew every curve, every contour, every fold of her divine body and he fully intended to weaponize it.  Use it against her until she begged.

Poltergeist Tombstone; He made her feel wanted. He made her feel something more than the usual uncertainties of the mundane. She could focus solely on him instead of those invisible demons that warred with the structure of her mental state. The clarity and the calm to the silent chaos she suffered in his absence. It was a sensation that one would need to experience in order to fully comprehend the ecstasy of pleasure coursing through every last struck nerve as his hands worked their explorative magic. Far too long it had been since their bodies collided together. Too long had it been since she felt the warmth and infernal caress of his touch that easily caused her breath to hitch. Pearlescent flesh began to bead in sweat while plump breasts rose and fell following each heady gasp. His name groaned from her lips in an arduous plea while nails clawed desperately into the sheets that once remained untouched, unbothered by the reclusive witch. His index finger no sooner withdrew from warm, damp inner walls of his personal prize. A momentary breather that lasted all but mere seconds as the heat of his breath trailed. She felt the warmth tease the swelling of her clit as his lips found their purchase. His tongue then slipping between walls that were once teased by his hands. It took every ounce of her to fight the urge to writhe and blurt out an ungodly moan of sheer delight. “You sly wolf.” A jesting, hissing seethe came instead. It was only her husband that knew the right points, those little triggers that could easily make her cave. Each flick and twirling suckle pushed her further and further towards a teetering precipice. "Speech" ooc: -x-

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There were nights spent in the arms of nightly reveries beholding the face of a wife presumed dead.  Her body promised to the very earth she tended.  As he pleasured her now, Asmodeus made sure to touch her with gentle fragility as if she was a pane of brittle glass that would shatter beneath a hard hand.  Perhaps he was afraid that too much would chase away this fevered dream and force him back into that pained existence of her loss.  She was too real, soft, and damned warm beneath the intimate caress of his flattened tongue.  In return for his attentions, she rewarded him with a symphony of ruination; heady mewls and sultry moans that retaliated against his flesh.  Each seemed to echo off his bones and turn howling veins to fire.  Even his skin prickled with delight and he sought to rouse more of that intoxicating sound from her throat. Poltergeist would be his Goddess of destruction but Hell be damned if he didn't bury her in the ashes with him. "You sly wolf."  Her cooing intone roused a smirk to suckling lips that began to forget patience, forget about the fragility of this moment and abandoned itself to the tempestuous rush of intoxicating pleasure.  His attentions grew more desperate, more crazed, his tongue flicking in a way that would bring her closer to the edge of their shared damnation.  He wanted nothing more than to taste her undoing.  Seeking fingers reached for the crest of her breast - the hardened tip of her nipple - to lavish it with the flicking of his thumb and the rolling pinch of his soft fingers as he relished in the taste of her sodden walls.  His free hand sought to languidly glissade against the slickened folds of her maiden head until it found purchase upon the swollen bead within.  Anything to feel her body shudder with the familiar waves of toppling pleasure.  Anything to hear the cries of ecstasy roll from her mouth as they shared this intimate moment of bliss.

Poltergeist Tombstone; Her own evenings were spent in isolation as if to assume it was the only solution. The safest route in those lonely evening hours. As much as she adored her own daughter – one he so brazenly would cast aside, not even the gentle aloof musings of her daughter could upturn pale rigid lips. Where his – she felt it. That sly, devious smirk that somehow, once upon a time, caused her stringent iron walls that she had built long ago had come crumbling down into useless rubble. Despite the many a time before where she remained unmoved, he was her undoing and Poltergeist welcomed it now. Sweat would continue to bead while her breathing labored in gasping breath provoked by such sinful sensations. His tongue rampantly ravaged while one hand captured her plush breast, kneading it like dough. Her back would arch then in the desperation to coil with the sweep of his eager tongue exploring the depths of her sodden garden. A fire ignited within her and it was burning brighter and brighter. “Asmodeus --!” a sharp breath left her and not sooner a mewling whine became a moaning cry as she neared the edge of her precipice. Heady desperation pleaded from her lips as she pleaded for him - begging while her own body would rock in response to the crashing tidal waves, hoping this moment would never find its end or if time would just come to a complete halt. "Speech" ooc: -x-

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Asmodeus took his time.  Languid affections, adoring caress.  Each stroke of his probing tongue was a lavishing embellishment dedicated wholly to their hour of clandestine passion.  He sought pleasure, unity, release.  Hers, that was.  Lo', to behold the shudder of her body and the arch of her delicate spine when she careened over the edge of lustful patience.  To hear the mewls of absolution grab her by the throat until she was nigh breathless.  Just the thought caused his body to move in tandem with the rise and fall of her wanton hips.  Each swirl of his gluttonous attention was guided by intimate knowledge - a forbidden knowing of how to bring her to that beckoning apex.  The stark blue of his wanting stare fell into darkness as to savour the prickling taste of her arousal when it glissaded across his tongue.  Each hastened beat of her heart resonated from the warm curve of her dainty thighs lingering close to the arch of his broad shoulders.  Her skin was akin to silk beneath his fingers kneading their tips into her ample breast under which he could feel the vibration of her voice.  A single utterance, four syllables, a name.  His name.  A low growl was her answer.  A wickedness seized him, evident in the way his mouth curled into a grin against her maidenhead.  The gleam of it was a sparkle behind his eyes that now beheld the rise and fall of her belly and the soft flush of pink that dressed her usually pale skin.  Despite the want to feel the crash of her ecstasy around him, Asmodeus pulled his mouth away from the demanding bud of her core to, instead, roughly sink his teeth into the supple flesh of her thigh while his intruding finger continued to caress the confines of her warm, constricting walls.  He quickly soothed the bite with the whole of his tongue. "You aren't allowed to finish yet, Dove."  His voice was a husky growl against her skin, his breath hot upon the claiming bite. Each thrust of his hand began to slow as he kissed up her body.  His lips trailed along the flat of her abdomen, the curve of her side and teased at the jut of her collarbone.  Each touch as feathers dance across her beguiling skin.  Asmodeus paused at the enticing curve of her neck where he nibbled and kissed shortly before turning his attention to the curve of her ear where the rocky groan of his voice breathed out like hot fire. "Not until I say you can."  He murmured before withdrawing his finger and his body completely away from her and the cot they shared.  The imposing stature of his figure stood at the edge of the bed, his sodden digit wiped clean by the encircling caress of his tongue.  All while his wicked gaze never left hers nor did the grin fall from his smug mouth.  "Undress me."

Poltergeist Tombstone; Maddening. If she could – at all even – speak should she be asked how she felt. It was purely madness but in the best way possible. While he was the pivotal, sturdy foundation, her strength, Asmodeus was also her weakness. His tongue was one of his many weapons. His hand, lethal as he kneaded her supple breasts with such tender rigor. Oceanic eyes caught her attention and her breath hitched following that impish glimmer. A wolfish yip escaped her as teeth sunk into the swell of her thigh and invasive digits explored damp walls of her core. She was so, so close to that nearing end—You aren’t allowed to finish yet, Dove. The heat of his breath burned against her own scalding flesh. Her body reacting in unison to his working hand her breath following in tandem. Though each thrust slowing while her crave grew stronger and stronger. His kisses were butterflies grazing by and again met with the infernal groan of his breath; Not until I say you can. she hissed at him with a click of her tongue. His withdrawal was a clash of cold chill. A bitterness she did not miss in his absence and a warmth she only yearned for return. Fine hairs stood along her skin akin to fearful uncertainty though her expression remained unchanged from the lust and feral hunger. Undress me. Lavender sights narrowed. “You’re so cruel.” She purred mimicking his wicked grin. Weight shifting as nimble joints moved at an intentionally slothful pace. Raven curls sweeping against pallid shoulders as she rose from the now disheveled bed that once remained undisturbed. Approaching him, Poltergeist did not hesitate to reach for the hem of his trousers. She would tease him, leaning for a kiss only promptly kneel as she unfastened the bindings before pulling them down to his ankles. Once her hands were freed, Poltergeist sought to take purchase of the prize that had been hiding far too long behind the wall of his briefs. “My turn,” she cooed against his impressive length. "Speech" ooc: -x-

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"You're so cruel." Few bore witness to that impish simper, the devilish grin and quiet hymn lurking behind the playful lilac of her gleaming eyes.  Just seconds ago he'd worn that expression - a mirror of cruel carnality - to bring her down to those quivering knees until her shadow-touched mouth begged for clemency towards the wanton fires he'd ignited in her kerosene veins.  Asmodeus watched the moonlight dance around her naked body and play with each curve during her predatory march.  She moved with languid precision, each motion a poison slowly dripping on his tongue to make him weak; like a ravenous glutton, he eagerly lapped up every last drop.  "Am I now?"  The husky rumble inquired. Breaths hitched in his throat when those willowy fingers worked at the wooden buttons of his suffocating briefs until they lay in a discarded pile around his ankles then to the floor behind him when he kicked them away.  Icy eyes honed on her face, the shadows that hid her angular features and the light that served as a halo around her tussled hair and womanly shoulders.  Even in the dark of this room, she was perfection etched by the chisel and blood of divine intervention.  And Goddess as she were, she kneeled at his feet, grasped the burning inferno that was his awakened passion and nearly brought him to the ground beside her.  The entirety of his body shuddered at her touch, the warmth of her breath, and she'd find him responding to her, throbbing against the hold of her palm. Asmodeus ran his thumb over her bottom lip, a slow, deliberate sweep against the velveteen flesh.  "I've missed these pretty lips wrapped around my cock."

A mirthful tug pulled upon her lips as her otherwise ghostly lavender gaze settled contently before him. He was a tower – a kingdom. Her kingdom and a salvation she could ever fathom. He stood like a king yet the hidden gentleness behind the sapphire ocean eyes was a gentleness that only she could relish. All the same he was just as coy and devious as he lured her away from the sanctuary of the bed. So, she too would entice him with such games as she moved with a slow, intentional stride. Am I now? She hummed her reply as she unfastened the bindings with near seamless effort as she was trying to hide the desperation. Discarded clothes – of what remained went ignored as she took hold of his throbbing member. Her lips hovered over him as eyes peered upward with her own impish demeanor. Plush cheek would lean into his palm while coarse thumb brushed her lower lip. I’ve missed these pretty lips wrapped around my cock. It was she who shuddered this time, her grasp gently squeezing him. Daring not to plunge forward, Poltergeist instead would merely brush her lips against him. “Is that so?” she hummed. Butterfly kisses swept along his groin. “Tell me,” her tongue brushed in one singular stroke, following another. “What else have you missed?”

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