<img style="Zeno" style="max-width:100%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/la9dRBd.png]I hate you
This was expected, and there would be a mouthed, but silent recognition against her form. Zeno couldn't ask for anything more. A monster like him thrived off of the misery of others, strong emotions sated his thirst and fueled his rampage through the lives of innocents. If he could help it he'd have everyone he encounters either worship him as a god, or fear him as a demon. The latter being a more reasonable assumption when taking even the quickest of glances at a display of his horrendous abilities.
Fortune was correct in believing not a single shred of Zeno's intentions towards her were pure. As he'd made well known the poor Fae was an unfortunate pawn in the one sided game that Zeno played with her sister. That said, one never could truly grasp the deeper meaning behind the actions of an insane as monstrosity like himself. Tonight he could be terrorizing every corner of her mind, and in the morning be treating her as the most loved princess across all of the stars. This had gone beyond a simple torture of the redhead as a one-off malicious act to garner the attention of the one he desires fully. Fortune Vereaux was now entwined with his obsession of both Chance and the race of Fae in general. While it could never compare to his original lust for the buxom blonde, by no means should it be thought of as any less severe.
Arms now slack at her sides Fortune had finally given up the brief inferno that had been the last bastion of her resistance, at least of the physical variety. In this Zeno wasted no time letting the stranglehold he held around her midsection lax. He merely wanted her to cease her struggle. There was no intent to harm her, at least not yet. Like a switch was flipped he went about straitening out her attire that had been put of of place in her prior effort; taking good care of his prize was of the utmost importance in that twisted sense of victory he held over her. "Oh, Fortune." Such a soft spoken tone that one might use only for their lover did not befit the beast, but here it was as Zeno in the same breath settled his hands on her soft thighs that he'd be spreading later that evening. "I am not a merciful creature, nor some lower deity one can bargain with to gain favor." Expecting her to follow his lead he'd have her get into a proper sitting position in his lap with her legs hanging off to the side.
Those digits one would expect to be stained with blood cupped the broken down woman's chin in order to have her gaze into those eyes as cold as the tundra itself, pupils black like the void of the abyss. "Eventually you will be granted a respite from a life undoubtedly filled with hardships. Perhaps I will be the one to fulfill that wish of yours, but that day is not now." While he said all of this in a deathly serious manner that corrupted cock of his would be pressing against her rear, throbbing through the fabric of his slacks; a natural physiological reaction that the mage had towards a race that was unequivocally beautiful and smelled so damn good to him. "Right now though, I want you to understand that I will have you promise yourself to me." It went unspoken that there was no compromise to this—if Zeno wished it, it would be his. Fortune would either speak the binding words herself, or she'd be forced to by means more horrific than she'd experienced prior with him.
With his thumb those streaks of salted frost down her cheeks were brushed away. The two were surrounded in Zeno's connection to a plane of existence far worse than the one they existed in. What had been a violent snapping of faceless obtenebration within an endless expanse covering the walls and floor had died down to an almost rhythmic undulation like the waves of an ocean as if in kind to their master's state of emotional expressions.
By no means was he a peaceful being, but better for Fortune sake and sanity was this lull in what would otherwise be a savage tempest of cruelty.
This was expected, and there would be a mouthed, but silent recognition against her form. Zeno couldn't ask for anything more. A monster like him thrived off of the misery of others, strong emotions sated his thirst and fueled his rampage through the lives of innocents. If he could help it he'd have everyone he encounters either worship him as a god, or fear him as a demon. The latter being a more reasonable assumption when taking even the quickest of glances at a display of his horrendous abilities.
Fortune was correct in believing not a single shred of Zeno's intentions towards her were pure. As he'd made well known the poor Fae was an unfortunate pawn in the one sided game that Zeno played with her sister. That said, one never could truly grasp the deeper meaning behind the actions of an insane as monstrosity like himself. Tonight he could be terrorizing every corner of her mind, and in the morning be treating her as the most loved princess across all of the stars. This had gone beyond a simple torture of the redhead as a one-off malicious act to garner the attention of the one he desires fully. Fortune Vereaux was now entwined with his obsession of both Chance and the race of Fae in general. While it could never compare to his original lust for the buxom blonde, by no means should it be thought of as any less severe.
Arms now slack at her sides Fortune had finally given up the brief inferno that had been the last bastion of her resistance, at least of the physical variety. In this Zeno wasted no time letting the stranglehold he held around her midsection lax. He merely wanted her to cease her struggle. There was no intent to harm her, at least not yet. Like a switch was flipped he went about straitening out her attire that had been put of of place in her prior effort; taking good care of his prize was of the utmost importance in that twisted sense of victory he held over her. "Oh, Fortune." Such a soft spoken tone that one might use only for their lover did not befit the beast, but here it was as Zeno in the same breath settled his hands on her soft thighs that he'd be spreading later that evening. "I am not a merciful creature, nor some lower deity one can bargain with to gain favor." Expecting her to follow his lead he'd have her get into a proper sitting position in his lap with her legs hanging off to the side.
Those digits one would expect to be stained with blood cupped the broken down woman's chin in order to have her gaze into those eyes as cold as the tundra itself, pupils black like the void of the abyss. "Eventually you will be granted a respite from a life undoubtedly filled with hardships. Perhaps I will be the one to fulfill that wish of yours, but that day is not now." While he said all of this in a deathly serious manner that corrupted cock of his would be pressing against her rear, throbbing through the fabric of his slacks; a natural physiological reaction that the mage had towards a race that was unequivocally beautiful and smelled so damn good to him. "Right now though, I want you to understand that I will have you promise yourself to me." It went unspoken that there was no compromise to this—if Zeno wished it, it would be his. Fortune would either speak the binding words herself, or she'd be forced to by means more horrific than she'd experienced prior with him.
With his thumb those streaks of salted frost down her cheeks were brushed away. The two were surrounded in Zeno's connection to a plane of existence far worse than the one they existed in. What had been a violent snapping of faceless obtenebration within an endless expanse covering the walls and floor had died down to an almost rhythmic undulation like the waves of an ocean as if in kind to their master's state of emotional expressions.
By no means was he a peaceful being, but better for Fortune sake and sanity was this lull in what would otherwise be a savage tempest of cruelty.
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