A/N: * pouts * I am so sorry for not writing. I have been so caught up in
other things but I will honestly try to write more often.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. If you see it, its not mine. Not one lick is mine. Except for the girl and Loja.
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Chap 3 Loja
There sat Loja, Queen of the Damned. No one could ever be so evil as her. Possibly not even her equal Satan. She reveled in the power she had over her subordinates. No one but her, she thought, could ever come to such power over pathetic little creatures such as these. The clawed hands of Satan himself were rubbing her smooth creamy skin awakening in her a primal need for him.
She ran her smooth long fingers over his face, and felt the course dragon like pelt under her contrastingly silky finger.
A husky guttural sound erupted from his thick throat. It could have been a laugh to those who had not spent time with him. She knew what it was. It was his primal cry. He wanted her just as much as she wanted him and she would let him have her. His Queen was at his side ready to fight for him but even more ready to pleasure him.
He bent down and dragged his rough tongue over her naked stomach and up to her breast. Her masochistic personality took over her and she wanted his to bite her mark her again as his own and he must have sensed it because he bit hard on her nipple inciting a loud pleasured groan from her. He lapped the blood away from her skin causing her to shudder as he touched the most sensitive part of her nub. She shoved his head up.
" Do you know what is happening right now?" She said harshly. Satan looked at her with his black emotionless eyes.
" Yes I do. For now there is nothing we can do. The last scion has found faith, but we must lay low until the time is right." He bored her evil soul with those dark penetrating eyes. " Then I will let you have your way with her. Until then, I think I will have my way with you." He continued his possession of her. His tongue now controlled his lips and she opened to the thrust of his tongue. The power in the room grew, and every minion of hell could feel it as the flames rose higher and higher to the two demon lords rising passion. She bit down on his tongue and sucked the black laquor like fluid as it drizzled down into her mouth.
" I want you inside me. I want my lord to show me his power." She jutted out her breast seductively, and shoved him to the side so she could have room to get up and walk to the bed. Satin, red satin. Blood red and pitch black, covered the mattress that they would make love on. The possession of souls the minions called it when their masters fucked each other. Satin was always on top. He knew the best ways to tease her and ram himself into her with such ferocity.
She watched him from the bed. His potent erection was made prominent with every step he made toward that bed. He was so large. His massive muscle and huge frame sometimes made her timid in his site, but only made her scream harder when they fucked. She couldn't have just anyone in her bed after all. Only the most potent of males would do and this lord of demons was the one she marked as hers.
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Heaven shook, and God lowered her head in shame. For it was she that granted him power and now she feared he was finally ready to use it against her, and in this war he might actually win.
The earth would die. All of her beloved creatures would parish under his reign. She had to do anything and every thing she could to prevent this. For once she was lost for words. A power that would shake both the heavens and even hell its self was rising and God feared that this would end with devastating casualties.
Once again she would play the part of a lord of war and relinquish her role as a kind and loving God she wanted to be. All of her angels would have to be brought together to fight against Satan. She didn't know the outcome but she knew she would hate it either way.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. If you see it, its not mine. Not one lick is mine. Except for the girl and Loja.
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Chap 3 Loja
There sat Loja, Queen of the Damned. No one could ever be so evil as her. Possibly not even her equal Satan. She reveled in the power she had over her subordinates. No one but her, she thought, could ever come to such power over pathetic little creatures such as these. The clawed hands of Satan himself were rubbing her smooth creamy skin awakening in her a primal need for him.
She ran her smooth long fingers over his face, and felt the course dragon like pelt under her contrastingly silky finger.
A husky guttural sound erupted from his thick throat. It could have been a laugh to those who had not spent time with him. She knew what it was. It was his primal cry. He wanted her just as much as she wanted him and she would let him have her. His Queen was at his side ready to fight for him but even more ready to pleasure him.
He bent down and dragged his rough tongue over her naked stomach and up to her breast. Her masochistic personality took over her and she wanted his to bite her mark her again as his own and he must have sensed it because he bit hard on her nipple inciting a loud pleasured groan from her. He lapped the blood away from her skin causing her to shudder as he touched the most sensitive part of her nub. She shoved his head up.
" Do you know what is happening right now?" She said harshly. Satan looked at her with his black emotionless eyes.
" Yes I do. For now there is nothing we can do. The last scion has found faith, but we must lay low until the time is right." He bored her evil soul with those dark penetrating eyes. " Then I will let you have your way with her. Until then, I think I will have my way with you." He continued his possession of her. His tongue now controlled his lips and she opened to the thrust of his tongue. The power in the room grew, and every minion of hell could feel it as the flames rose higher and higher to the two demon lords rising passion. She bit down on his tongue and sucked the black laquor like fluid as it drizzled down into her mouth.
" I want you inside me. I want my lord to show me his power." She jutted out her breast seductively, and shoved him to the side so she could have room to get up and walk to the bed. Satin, red satin. Blood red and pitch black, covered the mattress that they would make love on. The possession of souls the minions called it when their masters fucked each other. Satin was always on top. He knew the best ways to tease her and ram himself into her with such ferocity.
She watched him from the bed. His potent erection was made prominent with every step he made toward that bed. He was so large. His massive muscle and huge frame sometimes made her timid in his site, but only made her scream harder when they fucked. She couldn't have just anyone in her bed after all. Only the most potent of males would do and this lord of demons was the one she marked as hers.
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Heaven shook, and God lowered her head in shame. For it was she that granted him power and now she feared he was finally ready to use it against her, and in this war he might actually win.
The earth would die. All of her beloved creatures would parish under his reign. She had to do anything and every thing she could to prevent this. For once she was lost for words. A power that would shake both the heavens and even hell its self was rising and God feared that this would end with devastating casualties.
Once again she would play the part of a lord of war and relinquish her role as a kind and loving God she wanted to be. All of her angels would have to be brought together to fight against Satan. She didn't know the outcome but she knew she would hate it either way.