devilwcman
devilwcman
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devilwcman · 5 years ago
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While Dina knew it was all wrong to like being with Brenna, it was hard to deny that she did. That whenever she touched her or murmured sweet words to her or did all those other, all too savory things the changelings mind could but dream of when alone, all she wanted was to be with her. Of course now she was much more aware of what a poison Brenna was to her, and how toxic their relationship truly was. Her breath shivered beneath the vampires touch, an adoring look shining from purple orbs. When they were together, it was far too easy to forget that there existed a world outside of their bubble. One that Brenna so expertly constructed each time she had Dina to herself. For the better part of three years, the changeling hadn’t fought against that bubble like reality, hadn’t even spared the outside world a thought. Now she was so painfully aware of it, but she had to be able to play it off as if she was not. “You know I’m only yours.” She murmured softly trough the bars. 
Waiting, and watching quietly, Dina tried to remind herself, or rather her body, not to get too excited. Yet it was impossible to keep a totally level head trough this. Dina only hoped that she could stay level enough to play Brenna as determinedly as she always played her. Honestly she didn’t know how long this game would go on for. Her being taken out and put back. She and Kai meeting behind closed doors and not seen in public together. At some point, she wouldn’t be able to jump between them, nor keep her former mistress in the dark. Assisting by removing her hair from her neck, feeling the familiar strap tighten around her throat, Dina licked her lips, hearing the promises slip from Brenna’s lips. “Its okay my queen. I needed the reminder. We’d been apart for so long and I had forgotten how you needed me to be.” Dina hoped she could stay true to herself trough all of this. Drawing in close, her lips hoovered before the vampires. “Please, just kiss me. Lets forget all about it.” 
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      As much as Brenna might have hoped to believe Dina wanted to forget about their little mishap the last time, she was no fool. Move on past it? Perhaps. Slowly, but surely, but simply forget about it? No. That didn’t sound right coming from the changeling’s lips. The vampire sensed alarms ringing her head. Skeptical, she morphed her face into a soft spectacle, nonetheless. Her lips brushed over Dina’s, hardly making contact while she whispered, “Thank you for understanding, baby girl....” Mouth silenced, she pressed closer to the younger woman’s body, fingers resting on either side of Dina’s face, allowing the changeling the rare occasion to hold her waist instead. An angelic moan escaped her throat, drawing the girl further into their embrace while she peppered kisses in between words, “I’m sorry...for not giving you...this sooner. You do deserve...everything from me...” That should get the thing to break a little. 
      Eventually, Brenna pulled away from their closeness, directing the girl away from the eyes of touch-starved slaves and their guards - their eyes captivated by the tender albeit inspiring scene before them. Promising more than meets the eye. The mistress led her fond pet to town in her car, pale and slender hand slipping into the girl’s lap and over her thigh, thumb brushing over the bit of skin exposed there. An oh so gentle reassurance, even in the midst of a meager car ride. Brenna had learned all the little ways to spark want. And want didn’t always mean fast fingers and rough fucks. Sometimes, it was the simplest touches that lingered days later, forcing you to miss them. They arrived outside of the spa, with a million dollar smile blossoming on the wealthy woman’s lips, “I’ve decided to pamper you.” And prep her for bedside company. “I know you’re waiting for us to go back home, but I thought a quick mud bath, facial, and manicure might do you some good?” 
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devilwcman · 5 years ago
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devilwcman · 5 years ago
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      “I hope this doesn’t sound silly, but I was looking for a romance novel to fill my time?” the redhead said through a charming smile, green eyes far too attentive to belong to a human’s. No, they were certainly the mark of her kind. The vampiric mistress skimmed the store’s width for added measure, reinforcing the effortless lie that fell from her red lips, “Anything would really do. I’m guilty as charged when it comes to cliche love stories.” 
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“It’s just on that shelf there,” Esmeralda pointed out to the customer. Of course, if they had just looked, they might have saved themselves time and not wasted hers. She had let the cashier go on an early mark and now that there were a very people milling around, she was regretting that decision. The book store got a lot of foot traffic and sometimes there would be an afternoon rush. It seemed to be dying down now though there were still a few people around. As another stepped up, she put on her best, friendly smile. “Hello, yes? May I help you?” she asked. 
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devilwcman · 5 years ago
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Jessica Chastain photographed by Ruven Afanador for The Hollywood Reporter
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devilwcman · 5 years ago
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In all honesty, which she normally wasn’t big on these days, Dina hadn’t known what to think when a unfamiliar witch had shown up to see to her injuries. Was it a genuine gesture? Or simply another ploy.. The changeling was leaning towards the latter, but unlike before she had the good sense to be grateful, and perhaps a little hopeful even. It didn’t entirely make sense for Brenna to go to any lengths unless she was still interested. 
So while Dina still clung to the clarity of mind she had been given whilst the vampire was away, the conviction that the love between them was for show, it was hard not to consider that at least she mattered more than another passing fancy. There were still moments where Dina struggled with wether or not she wanted Brenna’s attention or not. Most days she did, other days she wondered if there was anything she could do to be of no interest at all. 
As she watched her former mistress walk up, lying on her stomach on her bunk bed, Dina couldn’t help but marvel at her finely shaped curves and the ways her outfit accentuated them. It was clearly for her benefit, a very obvious tease, but the changeling could appreciate the effort. Like a moth drawn to the wild flame, she slowly rose from her bunk and crossed the floor to the bars, leaning he chin on the lower half of one of the rectangles, purple eyes attentive and curious. “Yes mistress, I am going to be very good for you today.” Dina solemnly replied with a shy smile, sighing at the blissfully cold touch. “Please take me out. I want to satiate your hungers, let me help.” 
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      That was much better. 
      Brenna’s fingertips traced the girl’s lower lip, adoring the shy smile through the bars. “I love you when you’re like this,” Brenna whispered between them - voice so low it might have gone unheard - if Dina didn’t search for the four letter word in every expression, every detail, every sentence. The mistress was applying a condition. Enforcing roles. She could do these things so well with the brunette because of the girl’s want for acceptance. Her dear former slave looked for the one thing she missed out on in her youth. A warm embrace. But with a tough hand, given her upbringing. Their dynamic was constructed so well, Brenna craved it. And she was a woman who craved very little, at the end of the day. “You’re so perfect to me.” Brenna had shaped Dina. Could anyone dare to say that the brunette was perfect to them, too? Never. 
      “I’ll take her,” she assured the guard nearby. Handling the paperwork and the purchase. Briefly, the redheaded woman pondered if she’d keep Dina at the end of this. She had been a favorite... And if someone else came along... It was a thought she disfavored. But Dina would want her to do it. Or maybe she’d gotten too clever? And she simply knew to play her part to get out. But she was always clever, wasn’t she? Just clever and broken, after their war of wills. “First,” the mistress started, looping the very same collar around Dina’s neck, “I’m going to treat you. To make up for how harshly I handled you last.” Brenna captured her own bottom lip between her teeth, “You do know why I had to do what I did - right? I just ... I wanted you. I wanted my Dina.” With enough training, she could get them there again. “I don’t like hurting you. Not like that. I’d much rather kiss you.” 
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devilwcman · 5 years ago
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“Leapt?” She questioned with a raise of her brow. Of course the woman wouldn’t move along. Stassi didn’t too much mind, depending on her true intentions. “Hm.” Though she couldn’t help but smile at the offer. “I’m going to pass. As interesting as it is to learn a new language, I’m afraid that it isn’t worth the price.” Stassi had been blinded before, physically, and it wasn’t something she was interested in - even if metaphorically. She doubted that anyone here would offer something without taking much more in return. “I prefer to see what I’m getting myself in to. But I appreciate your offer, Miss…?”
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      “Leapt, yes. Past tense of leap?” The tease was both playful and condescending - a unique mix the redheaded had perfected over the years. She sighed when the girl declined her offer. It would seem the brunette was intelligent, after all. Such could be worked around. “Charmaine. Since we’re keeping things a bit formal between us,” Brenna replied with a smile. While deals were given out to slaves for her own benefit, it did not mean she couldn’t simply take if she wanted to. But taking was the handicap of lazy masters. “Deal amendment...” Brenna turned now, having solidified her purchase of the slave for the next 12 hours. “I’ll teach you a lesson in Gaelic, and you give me a name of a slave. Any slave you can think of.” 
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devilwcman · 5 years ago
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Favorites were important. His favorites were the reason he was kept sane and the reason he had some sort of way to release tension. They were also the only ones that made Alasdair not want to just burn everyone to a crisp. The annoying ones weren’t his cup of tea. “Dear Alice, we’re all mad here.” He made himself chuckle with that line.
With pursed lips, he considered Brenna’s offer. She certainly is a lovely sight to be seen and he could imagine that she would impress in attire and conversation. At the same time, she would likely be someone who would be willing to have a little fun should Alasdair decide that he was done with pleasantries and wanted to see a small bit of the world burn. Not a guarantee but it was always an option depending on his mood. What’s a little chaos? Nessa couldn’t get too upset with him. Alasdair had been on his best behavior for so long.
“I feel as if you may win in this arrangement far more than myself but I will take you up on your offer, Brenna. I’ll ensure I send notice to you in advance once the date of the event has been decided. I do hope you’ll wear something to impress, we do want everyone to spend the night envying us.”
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      Good. The deal was settled and signed. “You’ve made me a very happy woman, Alasdair.” And he had. Giving Brenna what she wanted - it was one sure way to her cold, dead heart. Her evergreen gaze fell to his lips, tracing the way they moved. She almost yearned to bite them. “I’ll do my best to return the favor.” If eyes could tell a story, hers would sing a provocative ballad. 
      The redhead relaxed, “But when have I ever disappointed?” Perhaps a disappointment to God, or morality in general, but never their kin. “I’m sure if I can’t find anything to wear, the town won’t be too upset by my lack of attire.” A tempting thing to do. Perhaps a gown of blood? She’d been theatrical before. “I’ll await the notice, then,” she said with a lax wink, resorting back to something modern. The calculating ancient no more. Turning away, the redhead disappeared with a laugh, “And don’t work the slaves too hard, love! We wouldn’t want them to break.” 
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devilwcman · 5 years ago
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Red. That was all the angel saw when she turned towards the voice. Perhaps it was a bit much, but Seraphina had seen much crazier and out there fashion statements in her years on Earth. “I’ve never been–” she paused on the next word, trying to recall a time that she had felt this… purposeless. A life of observing wasn’t exactly the most exciting, but Sera and her so called brothers and sisters had always made the best of it. “bored… No, I can’t recall a time.”
When asked if she should be stolen away, Seraphina couldn’t quite wrap her brain around it. It was a saying, she knew that much, but she’d never truly been able to comprehend it. Though she was far more literal than most of her fellow angels – or perhaps it was because she spent so much time watching she forgot how to actually live. “I don’t understand what you’re saying.” She confessed to the woman, pushing herself from the ground. It was only then that Seraphina was able to look at the woman. Really look. She’d seen that face before and, now that she gave it more thought, she’d heard that voice too. Walking towards the gate, she let her gaze roam over the other’s figure with a scrunched up expression, searching centuries of memories for one particular person wasn’t exactly easy. “Who are you?”
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      “Well then, I envy you.” And oh, she did. Boredom ran through her veins like raging fire, burning every ability to control herself. More importantly, her urges. The vampire had destroyed towns and homes and people out of pure boredom. Anything to get her entertainment. To feel again, after lifetimes of remaining numb to the world. “You’ll have to teach me the trick... Maybe I’ll teach you something in return.” 
      The vampire’s eyebrows knit together at the blonde’s lack of understanding. Were the brands being applied too harshly nowadays? Coming with side effects? She hoped not. Too much hassle, not enough reward. “Do you want out of your cage?” That should be simple enough for any slave, Brenna figured. And enough to motivate the dear to agree. When the slave moved closer, with a peculiar expression glued to her features, Brenna paused for thought. Had they met before? No, she was sure she’d remember. “You can call me Mistress, or Miss Charmaine.” She’d leave it at that for now. “And what’s your name, love?”
@angcliiic​
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      On the third day, she had sent a witch. A friend of hers to check in on the changeling, treat her for any remaining wounds left from the punishment. And while Brenna suspected L’Enfer could cover their own merchandise, the act was more of a manipulation. A lifeline for Dina to hold onto - her old mistress cared about her well-being. Enough to get her prepared the day before they’d meet again - after 96 long hours in between. 
      Brenna arrived in the cell on schedule, sporting a vintage two piece. It was delicious on her curves, accentuating her pale and freckled body in all the ways that it should. Clearly, a tease to Dina’s eyes. Of what was bound to come. “Are you going to be good for me today?” The back of cold, slender fingers brushed softly along the girl’s cheek, “I really hope you will. I’ve been so hungry for you...” 
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devilwcman · 5 years ago
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Are you going to get two slaves?
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      I don’t even have one yet, dear. But the more the merrier. 
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devilwcman · 5 years ago
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what are your favorite ways to punish and reward dina
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      If she’s behaving poorly, I reduce her to nothing. Spanking or whipping or some form of impact, denying intimacy, making her do excessive chores or workouts, leaving her locked away - tied up and growing mad. If I am bringing sex into the equation, a lot of rough orgasm denial, fucking people in front of her - or having her stand outside my door and listen - so she knows what she’s missing out on. Sending her to a friend of mine and instructing them to ‘use’ her however they see fit. I generally leave a list of things for them not to do. 
      If I’m rewarding her, Dina likes care. I’ll ease her into playing with a new toy, perhaps a bigger dildo, taking it step by step and kissing her every time she stretches more for me. I’ll feed from her - slowly, so she can masturbate and get off from it. Take her out for a fancy date and treat her to the best, whether it’s food or art or a spa day. Let her sleep in my bed, wrapped in my arms, and tell her how proud I am of her. How special she is. Maybe wake her up the next day by eating her out. Honestly, a lot of sex, and letting her believe it’s on her terms. 
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devilwcman · 5 years ago
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something that turns you on?
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      Submission. I like the shy smiles, wide eyes, and shaking limbs. Put them in cute lingerie and make them say ‘please, ma’am,’ and I’m a happy mistress.
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     The only person Mila had ever let claim ownership over any part of her being had been the master she slaughtered without hesitation centuries ago. Feelings of love and anything like them had never truly been felt by the hellhound. She believed herself incapable until meeting Brenna, a women of pure power and dominance who sparked something within her that she had not felt since her creation. Recognizing the webs of weakness that their interactions were weaving, she knew she had to leave because if the women became a weakness, she would not hesitate to eliminate her. With that thought in mind, she let it go and was glad that her opinion was shared. Fond memories would keep her satiated, there was nothing to remark about the string of redheaded one night stands she had indulged in for a decade afterwards.
    Light purple fabric hugged her body as she observed herself in the mirror, wondering if it was the dress or a desire for a new meat suit that left her unsatisfied. Most likely the former since she was rather attached to this current body. It took her a moment too long to notice the familiar scent of a certain vampire before the woman was right behind her, speaking words of advice. She turned sharply to face her, knowing that the agreement they had come to meant that this could not be an intentional run in. “Green is your color, not mine,” she responded simply before moving to grab a green gown anyways. “What are you here for?” The question was blunt but it was more of a test, would the other woman address the giant elephant or write it off as if she had just been referring to her presence in the store.
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      Brenna watched, with entertainment written across her features, as Mila reached for the green gown. A devilish curve of her lips followed in suit. At least her words held some weight, still. But could her flirtations? Her seduction - if she pushed it? Maybe not. The hellhound was a stickler for keeping her word, especially when it came to killing in an effort to avoid human mistakes. And theirs was such a delicate dance. Caught somewhere between power and hunger and complete freedom. “You know Thorn Haven’s been my home for the past hundred years.” Not enough of a reason for why she was here, mere paces away from her ex lover. 
      “I came to shop,” the vampire relented, hands spread in a faux show of innocence. While she hadn’t meant to interrupt their agreement, she did mean to make the most of their time together. If only to get a taste of hell in its purest form. “Do you need help trying that dress on?” Innocence gone as quick as it appeared.
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devilwcman · 5 years ago
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“Art’s never really been my thing” Jamie replied with a small shrug as she finished undressing. It wasn’t like she’d ever had time for art or anything like that in her life anyway. “I can draw pretty well I guess” though she mostly drew people, creatures, she was hunting, for when she didn’t have a photo of them.
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      “That’s too bad,” Brenna contributed, voice apathetic, “I prefer a slave who knows her art.” She dragged the brush from one side of the canvas to the next, painting the bare landscape behind Jamie. In another life, Brenna had thrived on art as a profession. But then that got old, and so did the countless jobs after that. The redhead finished the bigger details before leaning back, “How good are you at being still? I’ll need to paint on your body.” 
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devilwcman · 5 years ago
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“Did I?” Stassi smiled. Regardless, she wasn’t standing, so she was sure she couldn’t have jumped up too high. Even if she did, she was 5′2″. She couldn’t get too high if she tried. The idea caused her to laugh a little. Her brow quirked as she watched the woman. “I’d never underestimate a good night’s sleep.” Her scent was… familiar, though not personally. She’d caught it around. She didn’t trust her, though. There was just something off about her.  “If you want to rent me, I’ll go – though there are other more… lively options.”
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      “You practically leapt.” Smile playful, the redheaded mistress shifted her weight. She pursed her lips at the idea of sleep. Something she hadn’t had in such a long time. She’d forgotten the ability to dream, or escape. Maybe that’s why she’d made her reality a warped one. “I think you’ll do just fine, love,” she assured the brunette, tone clipped. A small hint to her truer self - the one that didn’t care for a slave’s suggestion. While she handled the rent process, Brenna crafted a challenge, “How about this.... I’ll teach you Gaelic, or a language of your choice, but with each lesson, I get something in return.” Green eyes as sharp as the emeralds they were cut after, Brenna added, “But you won’t know what I want until after the lesson, so you’ll have to agree to it blindly.”
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