Illuminating the Dark Prince

Deceiving the Demon

~Valarendrik~

The wind hissed through my hair with fierce animosity, as I crouched like a gargoyle upon the gnarled arm of an olden bough, high above the forest floor. My ruby gaze peered out through a window framed by slivery sibilant leaves and writhing branches, giving me a view of a crown of crimson crested mountains and the black anger-laden sky which encircled them. Even from here I could hear the anguished wails of poignant howling from the mountainous peaks. A scaled flying raptor screeched past my line of vision, with it's black talons, skeletal beak, and jagged wings cutting through the air with a sibilant swoosh. 

My claws dug into the black and grey veins of the variegated bark, causing little flecks to chip off, as tried to focus on my hunt. Yet try as I might, my distracted thoughts kept diverting back to Lucilia. I purred remembering her soft thighs wrapped around my waist, while I slammed my erection against the warm hollow between them. The erotic cries falling from her lust-slacken lips, and the amatory way her voluptuous breasts bounced before me, so sensual and exquisite. My jacket flapped in the wind behind me, while a smile graced my lips. The confines of my pants seemed to dwindle, as my cock began to stir, recalling the moment. 

She was the first to ignite the flames of desire within me. The only woman I'd ever yearned to touch, and painfully so. And now, the only woman I had ever touched. If I had a beating heart, it surely would have stopped the moment she'd unveiled her breasts to me, beckoning me to touch them like a beguiling seductress. Never would I have imagined that she would actually do such a thing... Although, imagined it, I had. And once I'd gotten a taste for their delicate flesh, well, I just about lost myself. 

A tempest storm of carnal lust had begun to surge inside of me, devouring all rational thought and replacing it with an unbridled hunger. I'd struggled for self-control, not even recognizing my own voice. And I wasn't even fucking her. Something had awoken inside of me. Something dark and powerful. Something that literally had the water rising all around us as my pleasure climbed.

My brows furrowed in confused thought. I had no idea what in the living fuck that something was. Never before had I been able to move water like that. It was weird and unexplainable. I had even gone back to the river once Lucilia had awoken and tried to do it again. Nothing happened. The water just flowed by, uninhibited by my strenuous and probably rather idiotically eccentric attempts to move it, while she laughed at me.

A sigh fell from my lips, as I nonchalantly jumped from the lofty bough. My hair and jacket swooshed as I gracefully dropped to the forest floor, effortlessly landing on my feet amongst the twisted roots, mossy stones, and melancholic undergrowth. A few critters fearfully skittered away, while the mist momentarily parted around me, then continued to snake it's way across the ground, slithering and swirling throughout the anguishing trees. 

I was grateful that Lucilia's menstrual cycle had finally subsided. Several creatures had scented out the sweet perfume of her blood and foolishly entered the cave. All swiftly died by the edge of my swords. And so, I had been unable to go hunting, having to stay by her side for six days, never letting her out of my sight for long. But I gladly protected her, putting my own needs aside. She'd become very precious to me, and I had to ensure her safety at all cost.

Careful not to make a sound, I glided upon my shadows, my boots hovering mere inches above the ground. I quickly skulked my way through the trees in search of prey, listening for any sounds and watching for any signs of movement. Then, my pointed ears picked up on a slight noise.

A creature was sniffing around, just beyond some tall flowering bushes. The black thorny branches and languished burgundy blooms rustled as my clawed hands slowly parted them, revealing the small black animal. It's pointed scales and skeletal spine where poking up from it's back like rows of thick quills. While it's long slender black tongue unfurled from it's corpsen rodent-like face, licking up some tiny tasty spiders skittering around an intricately woven web, laced across the opening of a fallen hollow log.