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Circles by t-ann-weber featuring low high dresses

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Asmodeus sighed as he viewed all of the people, who were obviously enjoying themselves. The blur of colors - most of which were fairly dark - blended together as one, and the demon found himself glad that he hadn't tried to seek anybody out just yet. Many looked bored, idly daydreaming amongst themselves....Some were already paired off, looking intimate in corners and whatnot. He smiled to himself, hoping that his night would end the same way - though different, of course, in some senses. He never beat around the bush when it came to taking a lover home. If he wanted them, he got them. It was as simple as that. When he was really in the mood and it seemed like they were asking too many questions - trying to get to know him, his life, when he just wanted a quickie - he used his power. His power of lust was one his favorite things, his greatest treasure of all. Just one touch bestowed upon someone, and he could twist their sexual desires, turn them towards him. Though, he almost never had to use that power to get what he wanted. Women just flocked to him - it was simple as that, and just as amazing. He didn't like having to do much work, so having them come to him was a pretty fantastic thing. Of course, while he was used to having this happen, he was still pretty psyched about it. So much so that he could be cocky about it, but not too annoying. 

Of course, every once in a while he used the power simply to...turn up the heat in a bedroom. He could make the woman he was fucking want it so much that she begged - he really loved begging, honestly. Sometimes he would ask women to beg directly, in a husky voice that none could ignore. Other times he would simply look at them in a way that made them want it so much they'd squirm, and then it was on with the rest of his wondrous plan. He'd touch them in places that made them moan, softly move his lips above places that wanted to be touched, wanted to feel every inch of him. Featherlight touches here, little whispers and a soft moan there... And finally, when the woman realized he wasn't responding to her writhing and moans, she'd beg to be touched. She'd plead, claw at his arms, want to be fucked like never before. And of course, being the wonderful gentleman that Asmodeus was, he'd happily oblige. Never, when a woman properly begged, did he turn them down. He wanted something, he got it, and so they deserved the same treatment. It was common sexual courtesy, really, and so he preferred to do so. Sometimes, if the woman he was with wanted him to, he would be so much rougher with asking. He'd grab their throats until they felt they couldn't breathe, then released his grip only so they could beg for more. He'd tug their hair and spank them hard, until they told him that he was all that they wanted.

Realizing that he nearly had quite a hard on thinking about this, Asmodeus quickly switched to a different mental topic. It wasn't like sex and such was all that the demon thought about. He was extremely intelligent, had such a broad vocabulary and a mess of ideas that he could dwell on and ponder about to himself. He was so smart that, often, he liked to have debates by himself, with himself, and simply for his own entertainment purposes. Some people thought him to be simple minded because of his overly sexual nature...but that was hardly the case. Quite the opposite, in fact. He had one of the most complex minds a demon could possibly have, and his intelligence stretched farther than any human of this age. He just didn't put it to much use...mainly because he didn't have to. It wasn't like he was a scientist developing a cure for cancer - though he could be if he wished - or a zealous engineer working on some brand new project. He was a man with a simple nature, but not a simple mind. He just liked and needed sex...that was the end all and be all. Really, a good shag was as necessary to him as food was to humans. But, so was intellectual stimulation. As of now, he was wondering just what it was that caused people to believe the earth had ever been flat, when he noticed a red-haired beauty get up. His eyes switched to her and he arched a brow as her ankle twisted. He turned towards her and frowned, shaking his head.

"Sorry? You're sorry that you nearly fell on the floor? That's the strangest apology I've heard yet," he said. He held out a hand to her, his head cocked slightly to the side. "Are you alright, dear? Need some help? Oh, where are my manners!" He patted his suit, as though looking for them. Winking at her, he chuckled and aimed his stunner smile in her direction. "The name's Ethan Deus. Who might you be, little red?"

Worth His Weight in Gold ❖ Open Para

Formal attire, loud music and dancing; three things Audrey disliked. Unfortunately she wasn’t really given much of a choice regarding this particular event. All pets were required to go, which meant she was forced into a fancy dress and, even worse, heels. The dress she found she actually didn’t mind too much. It was short and flowing, and easy enough to move in. The shoes were a different story.

Audrey found herself lurking on the outskirts of the room, trying to remain unseen. She had to come tonight, but no one had said she had to doanything. Accepting a glass of champagne from one of trays carried by a pet dressed in crimson, Audrey surveyed the room with level gaze as she took her first sip. It seemed most demons had crowed in the center, talking and mingling. Some had pets near them, some didn’t. Most of the unowned pets seemed to be doing the same thing Audrey was, and staying near the walls. She couldn’t blame them.

She took another large sip of champagne, then scolded herself for drinking it too fast. She didn’t want to have to flag down another server to get another one. The servers, or the misbehaved pets who were acting as servers for the night, were making the rounds throughout the room, carrying food and drink on various trays. As much as she didn’t want to attend this party, Audrey was glad she wasn’t serving at it.

Absentmindedly she lifted her glass to her lips and took another sip, groaning when she realized she nearly emptied the glass. Four sips and it was almost over, that wasn’t good, was it? Relax Audrey told herself, taking a deep breath. She glanced over at the empty table next to her, and considered sitting down. She’d probably look even more anti-social, sitting by herself, but what did that matter. Her chances of actually having fun at this ball were slim to none anyway.

Unfortunately, Audrey decided she needed another glass of champagne before she sat down. She spotted one of the servers a little ways across the room, and began to walk towards her. Her first few steps were wobbly (damn heels) but she was almost there when she lost her footing. Her left ankle twisted and she was worried she was going to fall, but she managed to brace herself on the wall before her knees gave out. She stood up as quickly as she could, praying no one had seen, but no such luck. She found herself standing next to someone- almost certainly a demon from the way he was dressed- and there was no way he had missed her fall. He looked vaguely familiar, but it was a masquerade after all, everyone looked vaguely familiar. She found herself looking up at his mask, which was adorned with some sort of rubies or red jewels, before she caught herself.

“Sorry, sir.” Audrey mumbled, unsure of why she felt the need to apologize.

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Worth His Weight in Gold ❖ Open Para

Let's kill tonight, kill tonight

Show them all you're not the ordinary type

Let's kill tonight, kill tonight

Show them all you're not the ordinary type

A black suit was donned, impeccably, by a man of marble. His raven black hair was gelled back, in a style he almost never wore. It curled behind his ears, slicked back with just the perfect hint of volume. He looked like an old, refined gentleman coming from ancient money - truth be told, the latter part was slightly on point. The hair style would have drawn wonderful attention to his face, to his finely chiseled features which seemed to be carved out of some sort of expensive stone, but he was going to be hiding his face with a mask. Upon hearing about the Devil's Masque, Asmodeus had been more excited than he had been in ages. He loved to dance, to go to elegant galas such as this. He was man of high wealth and fantastic taste, and he knew that the Devil himself was one as well. So naturally, any type of ball that he was starting would be just as fantastic as Asmodeus expected it to be. Probably ten times better, really.

Asmodeus finished buttoning up his vest, pulling the suit jacket over and eyeing himself in the wall length mirror. Satisfied with his appearance, he slid into shoes and then grabbed his mask off the dresser. He put it on and tied it tightly in the back, making sure it wouldn't slip a single centimeter from where he wanted it to be. The right side of the mask was white, with two shades of red diamonds all over as a pattern. One was a deeper crimson color, like the color of fresh blood, and the other was darker, like blood left sitting for a day or two...or three. The other side was black, with ornate silver designs all around it. They branched out, they swirled, they intertwined - he absolutely adored it. The mask itself was long enough, reaching just beneath his prominent cheekbones. The eyeholes was big enough to include his eyebrows, though not so long that they gave too much away. And at the very top of the mask was a crown-like design, making both parts of the lovely mask mingle together. Lastly for his outfit, Asmodeus grabbed his cuff links with silver and black borders. He clipped them on, smiled at his reflection, and went on his merry way.

He hummed a little tune as he walked, swaying his head to the side here and there with the beat that stirred inside of his head. With his hands in his pockets and his head held high, the demon looked to be the epitome of confidence. It wasn't hard to tell that it was Deus - he was certainly a prominent figure, what with his tall stature and dark hair. But even without those features, he walked in a way that simply on Asmodeus could. He had walked this way, with confidence oozing from each orifice, since the day he could walk, since the day he was created. And that little half smirk that was on his face, pulling at his pink lips and the heart strings of every single female in sight? That could belong to Deus and only Deus alone.

He wondered what would be on the agenda today as he walked in and eyed all of the pets and vampires. He stood against a wall, so that anybody coming from any direction would see him, and waited patiently. He simply wasn't sure who to approach first, and hoped that someone would come up and relieve of him of boredom - something that crept on him very easily these days - quite soon.

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Asmodeus's outfit for The Devil's Masque

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Deus had pretty much always known how his meetings with Madeline would end. They had a bit of small talk for a little while - just enough to get the conversation going - and then it was on to the real stuff. When it came to his favorite long time sexual partners, Madeline certainly ranked up there. She knew just the right amount of pain to inflict upon the demon to get him going, but she also knew when to stop, when too much got to be tiresome. Never did she not give him the full amount. He'd never go so far as to say she was a perfect lover - even if he thought of her as such, his pride would never let him admit it - but she was up there, definitely up there.  When the grip on his throat got tighter, his eyes flashed and he increased the pressure of his teasing cock. The growl that came from her throat was one that certainly amused him. He knew she was a bit upset that she didn't get to tease him as much as he had her, but they had all of the time in the world for that. And, when it came to Madeline and Deus, their fucking escapades were rarely short at all.  He moaned as her nails scratched down his chest, feeling the little droplets of blood slide down his chest just as their wounds freshly healed.  He pounded into her cunt, his cock grinding against her walls. He took his other hand to stimulate her clit as she writhed against him. When she said she wanted him to hurt her, he smiled and pulled out of her. Oh...gladly. With that he grabbed her by her slender waist. On your knees, he ordered, his voice husky. When she complied, he thrust into her from behind, grabbing a fistful of her hair in his hand.

Reaching into his bedside table with his unoccupied - though very shaky - hand, he grabbed for his whip. The long, black leather weapon was one of his favorites, with longer leather extensions on the end. He swatted it against her bottom, fairly hard, but he was just getting started.

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