[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/la9dRBd.png" style="Zeno" style="max-width:100%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]Zeno let Fortune finish her tirade, a calm demeanor frozen on his features as though he were the arctic tundra himself. In reality though, there was no one colder than him, no one more deserving of such a title. Any warmth Zeno showed was a lie through razor sharp teeth an a silver tongue. There was no love left in him, only obsession over what he could never have. Fortune wasn't second best, in her own regard she was a first class catch, but she could not compare to Chance. There still was a purpose to her captivity though, and he'd bend her to his will one way or the other.
Fortune could tout her boasts and spit poison in his face, but Zeno Ralin knew what she feared, and it was the the lap of the beast she sat in shaking.
Clearly she had forgotten her manners in their time apart. This needed correcting.
There were no words, only the choking grip of frigid digits wrapped suddenly around her slender throat while his palm pressed tightly to her airway. As he'd rise so too would Fortune, held away with his arm extended. The plush office chair would crack and crumble to the floor as if his presence was all that held it together, then find itself devoured by the filth covered surface. Nothing she had to say to the man needed a verbal response, surprising considering just how much Zeno loved to hear himself speak. Instead he'd turn towards what would be the wide window showing off the skyline of the lunar colony. Possessing a strength fitting of a monster like him, he wound back the redhead briefly before slamming her like a rag doll into the pitch black frame with enough force to break the layer of frost that had begun to settle in the room. The obtenebration went to work slithering over her wrists and ankles to hold her in place, sinking her body deeper than the glass should have allowed.
How much time had passed, minutes? Zeno had not been paying attention, but he did lessen the vice on her neck only slightly, still not a single sound uttered to the poor girl. In fact the tendrils near her head were making more of a racket than anything else, snapping and looking to sink into her supple skin.
"Shh." A glance and a strange coo to bring slick, midnight tentacles with gnashing fangs back into submission, Zeno returned that piercing gaze onto Fortune. His free hand tore away at her clothes, fabric flayed indiscriminately into indescribable strands and eaten up by the darkness as they fell out of sight. Then she was bare to him and only him, as it should have been from the start as though she were greeting her master's return from a long trip.
He thought about cutting her tongue out, as the same notion occurred to him in the past at times, but it occurred to him like before that she sucked him off far better with than she could without. Still, he'd love to see her try to give him any lip without the ability to do little more than gargle nonsense. No, he had the whole of creation to have her submit, each were nigh immortal beings without an easy end coming their way. Her release had been a mistake, a lack of judgement on his part of Chance's dedication to the matter. Not this time, Fortune would be a pawn in his game, a willing one at that; he just had to break her all over again.
"Anyone else I'd have killed before they'd have the chance to finish saying half of what you did." A grim laugh from a monstrosity as twisted and perverted as they came. His hand left her as tendrils took their place around her neck, only so he could give one of her nipples a harsh tweak while he berated her some more. "I'll have Chance one day, you'll see to that." Nails sharpening within moments they'd sink an inch into the flesh of her stomach just above the navel, and when removed he'd take care to lick clean the blood that clung to them after. "Thank you by the way, for wandering my way once more." All by happenstance this meeting had occurred, in an unlucky streak that mocked her very name. "I'd have been wasting valuable hours with petty schemes to garner her attention. With you though, I have so many options."
Zeno closed in on her, nostrils flared as he breathed in deep while his lips kissed her pulsating jugular. "Fortune, I have so missed how you taste. Nothing compares to a Fae in terms a flavor, beyond that you and your sister are prime samples among them." The breath from his mouth was perhaps chilled less so than his words, but still a reminder of the dark deeds he'd performed on her pristine figure.
Pulling back he gripped her jaw with an open palm staring into those glowing oculars with vicious intent seething from his own hues bright with power. "I will fuck you, I will eat you, but I will not kill you. That is my punishment for you, I will make sure you live through everything I am going to do, all that I will have you carry out."
Unzipping the fly of his trousers, Zeno slipped out his sizable length that he'd forced Fortune to fit her tight cunt around prior. "Let it all out, Fortune. I love when you get feisty with me, it makes me want to fill you up all the more." With both hands, he'd grab at her hips and pull her ass away from the wall of filth, leaving her wrists bound to the darkness. The blood from the earlier wound had poured down to her lower lips, and this is what the man would use as a lubricant to sink each inch without care into her depths. Zeno would violate Fortune anew, dragging her down to the abyssal depths with him with each thrust. He was vile in his actions, whether or not she was wet for him mattered about as much as if he were hurting her.
Fortune could tout her boasts and spit poison in his face, but Zeno Ralin knew what she feared, and it was the the lap of the beast she sat in shaking.
Clearly she had forgotten her manners in their time apart. This needed correcting.
There were no words, only the choking grip of frigid digits wrapped suddenly around her slender throat while his palm pressed tightly to her airway. As he'd rise so too would Fortune, held away with his arm extended. The plush office chair would crack and crumble to the floor as if his presence was all that held it together, then find itself devoured by the filth covered surface. Nothing she had to say to the man needed a verbal response, surprising considering just how much Zeno loved to hear himself speak. Instead he'd turn towards what would be the wide window showing off the skyline of the lunar colony. Possessing a strength fitting of a monster like him, he wound back the redhead briefly before slamming her like a rag doll into the pitch black frame with enough force to break the layer of frost that had begun to settle in the room. The obtenebration went to work slithering over her wrists and ankles to hold her in place, sinking her body deeper than the glass should have allowed.
How much time had passed, minutes? Zeno had not been paying attention, but he did lessen the vice on her neck only slightly, still not a single sound uttered to the poor girl. In fact the tendrils near her head were making more of a racket than anything else, snapping and looking to sink into her supple skin.
"Shh." A glance and a strange coo to bring slick, midnight tentacles with gnashing fangs back into submission, Zeno returned that piercing gaze onto Fortune. His free hand tore away at her clothes, fabric flayed indiscriminately into indescribable strands and eaten up by the darkness as they fell out of sight. Then she was bare to him and only him, as it should have been from the start as though she were greeting her master's return from a long trip.
He thought about cutting her tongue out, as the same notion occurred to him in the past at times, but it occurred to him like before that she sucked him off far better with than she could without. Still, he'd love to see her try to give him any lip without the ability to do little more than gargle nonsense. No, he had the whole of creation to have her submit, each were nigh immortal beings without an easy end coming their way. Her release had been a mistake, a lack of judgement on his part of Chance's dedication to the matter. Not this time, Fortune would be a pawn in his game, a willing one at that; he just had to break her all over again.
"Anyone else I'd have killed before they'd have the chance to finish saying half of what you did." A grim laugh from a monstrosity as twisted and perverted as they came. His hand left her as tendrils took their place around her neck, only so he could give one of her nipples a harsh tweak while he berated her some more. "I'll have Chance one day, you'll see to that." Nails sharpening within moments they'd sink an inch into the flesh of her stomach just above the navel, and when removed he'd take care to lick clean the blood that clung to them after. "Thank you by the way, for wandering my way once more." All by happenstance this meeting had occurred, in an unlucky streak that mocked her very name. "I'd have been wasting valuable hours with petty schemes to garner her attention. With you though, I have so many options."
Zeno closed in on her, nostrils flared as he breathed in deep while his lips kissed her pulsating jugular. "Fortune, I have so missed how you taste. Nothing compares to a Fae in terms a flavor, beyond that you and your sister are prime samples among them." The breath from his mouth was perhaps chilled less so than his words, but still a reminder of the dark deeds he'd performed on her pristine figure.
Pulling back he gripped her jaw with an open palm staring into those glowing oculars with vicious intent seething from his own hues bright with power. "I will fuck you, I will eat you, but I will not kill you. That is my punishment for you, I will make sure you live through everything I am going to do, all that I will have you carry out."
Unzipping the fly of his trousers, Zeno slipped out his sizable length that he'd forced Fortune to fit her tight cunt around prior. "Let it all out, Fortune. I love when you get feisty with me, it makes me want to fill you up all the more." With both hands, he'd grab at her hips and pull her ass away from the wall of filth, leaving her wrists bound to the darkness. The blood from the earlier wound had poured down to her lower lips, and this is what the man would use as a lubricant to sink each inch without care into her depths. Zeno would violate Fortune anew, dragging her down to the abyssal depths with him with each thrust. He was vile in his actions, whether or not she was wet for him mattered about as much as if he were hurting her.
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