Warnings: really none other than some romantic explanations.
Lightning streaked across the darkened sky, it was nearing sun rise and yet she knew it would not come. With trembling legs she pushed forward, why had she been sent on this mission, sent to rid this plane of the darkness it inhabited? Fat drops of water rained down upon her skin and clothes, yet she remained dry. The fog barely seeming to seperate as she made her way towards her destination.
Her vision resting upon the entry, sadness engulfed her heart, suddenly realizing why she had been chosen it was her destiny to guard this land for eternity and the only way possible was to fall…
The sweet and pungent scent of Jasmine engulfed his senses, captured his attention a slow wicked smile spreading over his face. So the creator had sent a female to do the bidding, his stomach churned with hunger a hunger that only the blood of an angel would satiate. It had been what cursed him and it had been that same sweet flavor that had led him to ravage the earth, search the planes for just such. Yes he grew excited, could not wait to bury his fangs into her soft neck, drain every last drop from her body, quell this aching need. How long had it been? at least 500 years since he’d last been drunk off the celestial blood.
Arianne swallowed down at the rising fear, the urge to run; even if she had she could never regain entrance to the heavens, doomed to wander aimlessly about the earth until its final destruction. Tears clustered on her lower lashes as she stepped through the heavy gate and slowly made her way towards the mouth of the cave.
She could feel him there, sensed his true desire and it pained her, the heavy scent of damp earth and fragrant oil encompassing her as she entered.
“Do not fear me dear, celestial one,” Armand hissed from the shadows of the cave, his body tensing with need as his vision fell upon her form. Surprise coursing through him as his desire turned from destruction to the ultimate need to possess her. Soft pale white hair fell about her shoulders, dewy pearly skin glowing within the darkness of the cave. Hungrily he sniffed at the air, her scent intoxicating him all the more.
Arianne cringed at the sound of his voice what she knew was soon to come, still she stepped forward, “I do not fear you nor do I fear the reason for my being here,” she whispered her voice echoing hollowly through the empty cavern.
It was time for her to become just what she was destined, her eyes adjusted to the darkness and her vision fell upon him. She sucked in a deep breath of surprise, long black hair fell about his bare shoulders, a stark contrast to the paleness of his skin. Cold greenish blue eyes peered lustfully and hungrily into her very being, yes she would fall and she would fall hard.
She glided effortlessly across the stone floor a lamb to the slaughter; towards him, his body reacting in ways it had never before to another. He longed to possess her, feel her coursing through his blood and tonight would not be enough. No this one he fully intended to keep for eternity, his bride she would become…
Stealthily he moved towards her, excitement shooting through him at the thought of what was to come, a gift in the event he released a portion of his hold. She cringed as his hand wrapped about her shaking shoulders, for reasons unbeknown to him he reached up and caressed her silken cheek.
The feel of her warm skin under his cold hand shooting fire throughout his body, aroused he gazed hungrily into her frightened eyes. There was no denying he wanted her and needed her with a force he’d never known before and it took all his strength to not toss her to the soft animal skins on the floor and take. “You need not fear me angel, I assure you it will not hurt for long,” he whispered gently, as soothingly as he possibly could.
She shuddered at the sound of his voice, the images he projected and the one piece that had eluded her until this moment had finally become clear. “I do not want this,” she whimpered but it was too late, the words lost against his mouth as his lips pressed down upon hers. Tears streamed over her cheeks as heat built within her abdomen, blinding need shot through her veins settling into a dull ache in parts she’d never given thought to before.
His hands skimmed over her arms, her breasts as his mouth explored hers, she could not withhold the moan that worked its way out. Suddenly she was lifted, his hands cupping her hips as he molded her body to his, a gasp of pain and pleasure echoing through the room as he buried that part of him within her, sank his fangs into her neck…
When she next came to she lay on soft animal skins her body aching and weak, rolling her head to the side she grimaced as she came face to face with him, shyness engulfing her as she remembered what had occured, felt the bareness of her stomach.
She fought back the sorrowful sob that welled within her, “what have I done?” she mournfully whispered hot tears streaming from her tightly closed eyes. Her words muffled as he covered her lips with his wrist.
“Drink,” he ordered, his voice echoing ethereally through both the cave and her body. “My angel you are mine forever…”
His words echoed hauntingly through the cavern, settled heavily against her heart as she did so. The thought of what now grew within her lurching her stomach. She hated Armand, loathed herself and more disturbing lost all respect for the creator and their decision, she was damned. Then and there she began to formulate her plan. One day she would be rid of him, one day she would be free and when that day came she would rule. Her eyes flew open as the taste of her blood and his intermixed upon her tongue, a prophecy from her would come…
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Warnings: really none other than some romantic explanations.
Lightning streaked across the darkened sky, it was nearing sun rise and yet she knew it would not come. With trembling legs she pushed forward, why had she been sent on this mission, sent to rid this plane of the darkness it inhabited? Fat drops of water rained down upon her skin and clothes, yet she remained dry. The fog barely seeming to seperate as she made her way towards her destination.
Her vision resting upon the entry, sadness engulfed her heart, suddenly realizing why she had been chosen it was her destiny to guard this land for eternity and the only way possible was to fall… 
The sweet and pungent scent of Jasmine engulfed his senses, captured his attention a slow wicked smile spreading over his face. So the creator had sent a female to do the bidding, his stomach churned with hunger a hunger that only the blood of an angel would satiate. It had been what cursed him and it had been that same sweet flavor that had led him to ravage the earth, search the planes for just such. Yes he grew excited, could not wait to bury his fangs into her soft neck, drain every last drop from her body, quell this aching need. How long had it been? at least 500 years since he’d last been drunk off the celestial blood.
Arianne swallowed down at the rising fear, the urge to run; even if she had she could never regain entrance to the heavens, doomed to wander aimlessly about the earth until its final destruction. Tears clustered on her lower lashes as she stepped through the heavy gate and slowly made her way towards the mouth of the cave.
She could feel him there, sensed his true desire and it pained her, the heavy scent of damp earth and fragrant oil encompassing her as she entered.
“Do not fear me dear, celestial one,” Armand hissed from the shadows of the cave, his body tensing with need as his vision fell upon her form. Surprise coursing through him as his desire turned from destruction to the ultimate need to possess her. Soft pale white hair fell about her shoulders, dewy pearly skin glowing within the darkness of the cave. Hungrily he sniffed at the air, her scent intoxicating him all the more. 
Arianne cringed at the sound of his voice what she knew was soon to come, still she stepped forward, “I do not fear you nor do I fear the reason for my being here,” she whispered her voice echoing hollowly through the empty cavern. 
It was time for her to become just what she was destined, her eyes adjusted to the darkness and her vision fell upon him. She sucked in a deep breath of surprise, long black hair fell about his bare shoulders, a stark contrast to the paleness of his skin. Cold greenish blue eyes peered lustfully and hungrily into her very being, yes she would fall and she would fall hard. 
She glided effortlessly across the stone floor a lamb to the slaughter; towards him, his body reacting in ways it had never before to another. He longed to possess her, feel her coursing through his blood and tonight would not be enough. No this one he fully intended to keep for eternity, his bride she would become…
Stealthily he moved towards her, excitement shooting through him at the thought of what was to come, a gift in the event he released a portion of his hold. She cringed as his hand wrapped about her shaking shoulders, for reasons unbeknown to him he reached up and caressed her silken cheek.
The feel of her warm skin under his cold hand shooting fire throughout his body, aroused he gazed hungrily into her frightened eyes. There was no denying he wanted her and needed her with a force he’d never known before and it took all his strength to not toss her to the soft animal skins on the floor and take. “You need not fear me angel, I assure you it will not hurt for long,” he whispered gently, as soothingly as he possibly could.
She shuddered at the sound of his voice, the images he projected and the one piece that had eluded her until this moment had finally become clear. “I do not want this,” she whimpered but it was too late, the words lost against his mouth as his lips pressed down upon hers. Tears streamed over her cheeks as heat built within her abdomen, blinding need shot through her veins settling into a dull ache in parts she’d never given thought to before. 
His hands skimmed over her arms, her breasts as his mouth explored hers, she could not withhold the moan that worked its way out. Suddenly she was lifted, his hands cupping her hips as he molded her body to his, a gasp of pain and pleasure echoing through the room as he buried that part of him within her, sank his fangs into her neck…
When she next came to she lay on soft animal skins her body aching and weak, rolling her head to the side she grimaced as she came face to face with him, shyness engulfing her as she remembered what had occured, felt the bareness of her stomach.
She fought back the sorrowful sob that welled within her, “what have I done?” she mournfully whispered hot tears streaming from her tightly closed eyes. Her words muffled as he covered her lips with his wrist.
“Drink,” he ordered, his voice echoing ethereally through both the cave and her body. “My angel you are mine forever…”
His words echoed hauntingly through the cavern, settled heavily against her heart as she did so. The thought of what now grew within her lurching her stomach. She hated Armand, loathed herself and more disturbing lost all respect for the creator and their decision, she was damned. Then and there she began to formulate her plan. One day she would be rid of him, one day she would be free and when that day came she would rule. Her eyes flew open as the taste of her blood and his intermixed upon her tongue, a prophecy from her would come…
2 comments:
Beautiful, beautiful shots.. really lovely costumes...
And the writing, beautiful, painful, sensual...really well done...
I think I had read this before? in your other blog? I don't know... it was a pleasure to read it again!!!
LOL! yes I had this and destiny on the other blog but since I found a couple with links only to the original DE I re-opened the blog with my post I did on my main page and exported it all out to a different blog. 80) I just want to eliminate confusion. 80)
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