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A Wizards Screwup. <Angelicxdream+Draith>

Audrey hadn't thought that far. She thought that they would stop every couple of hours to rest, and during resting time, she would be able to persuade Lothie to have his way with her. She could feel his need, by seeing him grow in her hands. Knowing that he wanted more attention for his cocks, she began to lick and suck hungrily on each of them, fascinated by the taste and how quickly they were growing in her hands. Bobbing her head up and down, she didn't have to wait long before he had reached his limit, and pushed himself deep inside her. She cried out harshly, as the big cocks were plunged deep inside her wet depths, her wet folds opening up quickly for him, bucking her hips down, trying to control the pace, looking at him, and quickly slamming herself down, knowing that he was a very impatient demon. With every buck, she panted out his name, crying out for more and more, hearing his balls slap against her. "Lothie.." She gently cried, chanting his name almost, demanding more and more from him, licking her lips and bringing herself down to kiss him passionately.

She loved him so much her heart ached. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she roughly pushed down on him, telling him that she needed this, and him inside her. "Oh! Please!" Her cries, hearing the slap on skin on skin. She knew it was inappropriate, and she didn't want the tailor to wake before she had had her fill of Lothie. And during intimate moments, she was able to call him Lothie, like she liked. Eventually, she hoped that the master-slave relationship would drop and she would be free to call him whatever her heart desired. A blush developed on her cheeks, sweat was slick, crawling down her back, her hips, feeling her heart beat quickly, crying out her lover's name, over and over again. She begged him not to stop, that it was so good, and that she missed him inside her. Her hair slapped against her skin, shielding her body from any outsiders, covering her back, the curve of her breasts. Watching in avid fascination, as his cocks slide deep inside her, she bucked down hurriedly. "OH! Oh!" When her thrusts were enough to make her mad with lust, she squeezed her eyes shut tightly, pressing her face against his shoulders.

Seeing him hug her close, and his hips buck even more quickly than she thought possible, she watched him work, creating shivers and goosebumps down her arms. Her breasts, her firm nipples press firmly against his chest, like small pebbles, her body cradling his body, straddling him on his seat, bouncing urgently on his lap, crying out when she realized that he had created a cradle for her, in her pussy, with his long, monstrous length, going deeper than any human man. Biting her lip to prevent her from screaming too loudly and causing the tailor to wake, she whispered that she loved him, caught in the throes of passion, squeezing her eyes shut when he began to slam impatiently at her from below. "Oh! Oh.." Her gentle, soft whimpers uttered in his ear, to express how much she was really enjoying this. "You feel so good!"
 
Lothaenorixus had indeed thought out their future, not just in the journey and how it would be without stops and unlikely to have sexual events but much further ahead, Audrey was living for the moment, leaving all the decisions to him, he really was her Master in this regard. His hands wrapped tightly around her back, holding her upright as his cocks were buried deep inside of her, keeping her propped up in his lap, his hips thrusting up to meet Audrey's downward movements. His thrusts at the start had been rather gentle, at least as gentle as a demonic lord could. He was keenly aware of Audrey's human heritage and that as such she was fragile compared to himself, not to mention that she was still an incredibly tight fit, at least now she was quite accommodating as she yearned for him, her body craved it and as such made it easier and quickened to the required before he could be more aggressive and forceful.

He did not need to worry about Audrey walking anywhere for some days, at least not in any great length so he could be less than gentle with her, let her be a little sore and remind her of what she had. He lowered his gaze to her as she moaned and begged and chanted his name, he liked her pet name for him, he too had been a little more vocal than usual with his growling. Deciding that he did not want to be reminded that there were still humans not named Audrey still alive in the town, he lowered his head down and pressed his lips against hers, aggressively kissing her to silence the both of them, his tongue forcefully parting her lips.

For now, Lothaenorixus allowed Audrey to somewhat control the pace of things, after all she was on top and could if she wanted slow down his pace by pulling back, of course Audrey had been wanting this so much that she probably would allow him to do what he wanted if she did not push him into a something more active than he himself had been trying to give her. Soon however, soon, he would have to take back the reins of dominance and take her in a position more fitting, the only issue with that might be that their lips would no longer be able to silence each other and that Audrey would no longer be able to curl up into his chest or look him in the eye.
 
Audrey enjoyed making love with Lothie so much. For one, she didn't like having to call him master. She liked curling up on his lap, and playing with his cocks, and calling him by her pet name. Clutching him close, she watched as she eagerly pumped down on him, begging for more and more, watching as he sunk into her tight holes, filling her all the way. If she had been able to read his thoughts, she would be disappointed that all his attention was not on her, and that he was thinking of their journey when he should be thinking about their love making right now. Her lips were parted, crying out as she wanted more from his body, looking up at him when she felt his mouth silence her with their assault. She liked it, that he was so aggressive and the dominant one in the relationship, curling up on his lap when she felt his tongue force its way down her mouth, her fingers carressing the side of his face, her mouth parted for him, panting now. Suckling on his tongue, she slammed down on his hips, needy for more. Feeling herself blush, she had hoped that they hadn't woken the tailor up. If Audrey had known that they would not be making love on the trip to wherever they were going, Lothie wouldn't tell her, she would have been very angry and sad, and would communicate her feelings to Lothie.

Deciding that she wasn't getting enough, she pulled out, and rubbed her fingers down his cock, amazed by how erect, and how big they were in her hands. "Lothie..." He knew what she was going to say because she needed him to fuck her like an animal, to make her cry out for more, feelings that he could only evoke in her, and she wanted him to have her way with her again and again. She wanted him to reposition themselves so that he would be in control, stabbing her insides with his hard cocks. She whispered what she wanted him to do against his ear, telling him that she needed his cock inside her again, her lips leaving small lipstick marks on his face. She didn't want to think about the awful time she would have, sulking, and being carried because Lothie was depriving her of sex, and them both of rest. This would make her very tired, and on top of that, she would be sore because of tonight, she would imagine most of the time would be resting in his arms, curled up, with her cheeks pressed against his chest.
 
Lothaenorixus was no longer thinking about the future, he was busy thinking about the hear and now, still, he was not so blind to the future that he would not think about it ever. Right now was Playtime, and he was wanting playtime as much as Audrey right now so thinking about anything other than how he wanted to fill her with his twin members was a serious taboo, a criminal offense of the highest kind. His lips firmly pressed against hers as she parted her lips and submitted to him, his tongue wrestling with hers, today however he wasn't showing much mercy, even his tongue wanted to dominant her, have her submit. As Audrey picked up the pace and rapidly pushed her ass down onto his lap, he too met her with more forceful and rapid love-making, or as the case should have been, fucking her six ways from sunday.

When Audrey pulled away, he knew that it was not because she was satisfied, and if it had been the case she wasnt going to get out of it so easily. Hearing her beg and dreamily whisper against him how she wanted him to screw her senseless, he smiled and lowered his hands down onto her tiny waist, picking her up as if she were but a toy and throwing her to the other cushion on the couch. He wasnt throwing her hard, it was a rather harmless toss, like one would do with a child to make them smile. Standing up from the couch, he spun around so that he could face the couch, his hands grasping onto her hips and waist, positioning her into a bent over kneeling position facing away from him. Unlike much of the other playtime sessions, this one was going to have her facing away from him, unable to curl into him, or kiss him or look to his eyes. Pushing his cocks against her ass, he fed his thick cocks back inside of her tight wet holes, much easier this time as he had broken them in moments ago and her body had been begging and aching for him, there was no way he'd be denied.

Reaching under her stomach, his hand travelled up to her breasts, grasping one within his fingers and squeezing tenderly, his grip was firm, using it to hold onto her whilst the other hand trailed up her back, parting her hair to one side, exposing her neck and part of her face. He rubbed a finger over her chin and her lips, the thumb and other three fingers resting on her neck. The sole finger was to silence Audrey either by having her bite down upon it or suck on it and keep her busy. Testing the theory that he could keep her noise levels relatively quiet he thrust hard into her rear, with this position he could be as animalistic as he wanted, his thrusts werent likely to be denied as much as the other position and he could use his entire body without restriction, and if simply fucking her hard and fast was not enough, the hand on her neck could easily squeeze and constrict her breathing to a minimum. It would not be the first time that he had choked her during their playtime.

A sudden thought popped into his head, it was an idea about their journey, unlike the other thoughts it contained information that could allow them a playtime, at least something to tide Audrey over. In anycase, Audrey would not be unsatisfied the entire way, his thick fingers would be able to keep her busy for many hours of a day. It would not be enough for her most likely but it would have to suffice. Likewise, he himself had sent himself into this predicament willingly, unlike Audrey he wasnt going to get endless foreplay the entire time. He was going to be walking and having his members out whilst walking was not the most comfortable of things, and torturous if going great distances such as the distances that they were headed. He clentched his teeth and bared them once more, hiding the growls for as long as he could. containing all of it bar the heavy nasal sound that came with him hiding it and breathing heavily.
 
When he turned her around, so that she was bent over, she didn't like that she couldn't see him, or touch him, or watch him plunge into her. Her dark hair sprawled over her shoulders, her legs spread and parted. Audrey begged for more as he filled her rear with cock, crying out, and telling him that it was so big inside her. She knew it would only fuel his ego, shivering as he began to grope her breast, and cry out as she felt her nipples harden in his grasp. Playtime was her favourite time of the day. Sometimes, Lothie would deny her and say that they had played enough for a day, which would make her pout, her bottom lip jutting. Finding his finger against her lips, she licked it happily, sucking on it as she allowed it into her mouth. She liked when he was aggressive, pushing his cocks deep inside her, his tongue deep inside her mouth, plunging deeper, and not waiting for her acceptance of him. She knew that he was trying to keep them quiet, but it was so hard. In the meantime, she just sucked on his finger to help herself be quiet so that Lothie would reward her with more playtime. During their journey, she had plans to distract him to slow down by grasping his cock in her hand and doing things to him.

She heard the sounds of his cock slamming into her impatiently. Smack, smack, smack. It was hard not to cry out, it felt so good! Grunting, she whimpered, "Please! Please! More..." She realized that her dress was not just hiked up but that it was flung somewhere in the room, shivering willingly, knowing that it got him aroused to see her in things like that, although not the warmest or most practical. But, that's what snuggling with Lothie was for, to keep her warm, begging for mercy now, she drifted her attention back to the present where his cock wasn't giving her any mercy. She had never had anyone before him so intimately within her moist depths, and only he would be able to screw her intimately from now on. He had quite a possessive streak going, and it turned her on to know that she was his. She didn't think he'd let anyone touch her. She had seen how angry he had gotten, the furniture was a result of that, when he found out she was missing and it broke her heart, it was so sweet. He cared about her. There was something deeper in their relationship, and she was afraid to think it, in case it would be snatched away from her, and it wouldn't really be the case.

The reason why she enjoyed fucking so much with Lothie was that she knew he cared about her, and cared about her happiness. She could feel the heat radiate from his cocks as he pounded her into the mattress, demanding more and more from her body. It was so hard not to cry out in passion, feeling the temperature rise, and knew that he had a lot of pent up sexual energy to let out, biting her lip. She wondered how fertile his sperm was, it had released several times inside her, shivering. She made a mental note to ask him about his species later. Her body shook with every demanding thrust, biting her lip until it bled to scream out from passion, chanting his name over and over again.
 
Lothaenorixus held onto her breast firmly, groping it possessively, it might have been Audrey's breast, but it was his breast, just as Audrey was his. Thrusting his hips forward, he powered deep inside of her, his intentions were clear and Audrey had voiced her desires in wanting him to give it to her. Her body did not sway from that verbal desire either, welcoming his cock inside of her, grinding her rear against him. Her moans turned him on, even if half of them were muffled because of the finger he had fish hooked in her mouth, trying to silence her with it by having her suck on it or simply by restricting the mobility of her tongue and denying many sounds to come from her. His intentions were to have her unable to walk straight or sit down without fidgitting for some hours or perhaps even days. With his powerful and animalistic mating it wasnt just going to be her asshole that was going to be feeling it, certainly however it would be quite sore. Gritting his teeth and trying to bite back the groans, growls and the heavy breathing, he failed in doing so much as his finger failed to successfully keep Audrey silenced, there was little he could do but try to limit the number of noises the both of them gave off.

The tailor awoke to the sounds of Audrey's moans and pleading for more as well as Lothaenorixus' growling, one of them made him curious and horny, the other scared him but not enough apparently. Unable to go back to sleep with the now quite loud noises coming from downstairs, in his sleep deprived mind he decided to take a look, curiousity had gotten the best of him, much like the cat, the tailor was curious and it could be fatal. The tailor did however have the presence of mind not to gingerly walk down stairs and gawk in clear view, he silently crept down stairs and used anything that he could find to hide behind, taking his time and making certain that he could watch the beautiful Audrey without being discovered.

Lothaenorixus had been rendered infertile during his banishment, it was a temporary infertility that was rapidly coming to an end. With the number of playtimes they had undergone already and with the number that might happen by the time they arrived inside the fortified city days away from now he would most likely have reinvigorated his reproductive organs into working which was not all sunshine and lollipops. Humans very rarely ever survived pregnancies of the Demonic kind, Lothaenoxius did not want to get Audrey pregnant, another sign that he was growing attached to her as if he did impregnate her the chances of her surviving the birth were slim. He was hoping that a combination of trinkets and magical reagents would allow him to cook up a magical means of contraception without requiring either be sterilized and rendered permanently infertile. He did want demonic spawn eventually and perhaps not with Audrey just as she may want children.
 
Audrey's eyes were dazed, clouded over with lust, crying out when Lothie slammed his thick cock inside her, refusing to let her go, to use her body for his own pleasure. She loved pleasing him intimately. She felt closer to him, a) because he let her call him whatever she wanted, within reason, during their fucking sessions and b) his cocks felt so big, and hard inside her, and it felt wonderful! Pleasure was coarsing through her veins, and like an addiction, she wanted more and more. Once in a while, she would have to bite on her lip to remind herself that she was supposed to be quiet, eagerly sucking on his finger, her eyes closed now. She bucked herself backwards, wishing she could watch as his members violated her openings, watching as it would be coated with her own personal lubrication and slide into her much too tight hole. "Oh! Oh!" She could only cry out, knowing that she might get punished for it later. She especially liked to moan because she knew that he got turned on, and she could feel him, if that were possible, getting bigger and harder while she cried out for him, begging for him to take her.

She was unaware of someone watching them, and if she caught him, she would stop their activities, and curl her arms around Lothie and tell him that she wanted him dead. Of course, on a more deeper analysis, she did like that she was caught in the midst of passion, and she would like it even more that he was turned on by her body getting ravaged. Of course, the tailor hadn't really caught her eye when Lothie first took her into the shop, and she doubted whether he would let her play with him too. He would more likely get furious, and she liked that too, she liked that he cared enough to get jealous of other men, that she was his property. But, if Lothie hadn't been making love to her, she would have bet, that his ears would have picked up on that someone was watching them and he would do enough damage for the both of them, of course-- that was after all her pretty clothes were made. That's why they were here in the first place.

Blinking back, her reality was blurred as she felt a strong hand on her breast, groping her, taking to her new extremes of pleasure, biting back a scream. She could feel her orgasm emerging, her breathing was becoming heavy, feeling Lothie push his way into her, fighting back resistance in the form of her wet folds, crushing her to the soft fabric of the sofa, crying out. "Ah! AH!" If she had known about his other thoughts, about not wanting her to bear his children, she would be hurt, even though it was better that she didn't, for her own health, but she wanted to have that deeper connection with him. She didn't want another woman or demoness to bear them, jealousy took over her mind just as easily as it took over his mind sometimes. Squeezing her eyes shut, burying her face against the middle of the pillow, she let out a fierce scream, nothing compared to any screams that Lothie could evoke, but a scream to let him know that she had exploded, crying out, her body spasming as she came all over him, and down her naked, wet thighs. "Oh!"
 
Lothaenorixus continued to aggressively and thoroughly fuck Audrey, his thrusts becoming faster and more forceful, like Audrey, he too was going to be climaxing soon. His cocks twitched and throbbed inside of her, his balls likewise, still contained within his pouch grew and throbbed with its precious cargo, it was however less precious that it should be but in this case it was what Audrey wanted and thus precious. The hand at her neck shifted the fingers away from her mouth and around her throat, holding and squeezing as she moaned loudly just prior to her orgasm. He was not intending to suffocate or choke her to death, merely to hinder the noise and to also show his dominance in the relationship.

The tailor crept behind the desk and watched rather safely as the two of them were in their frenzied copulatation. He had a good side on view, a soft gasp as he realized that Lothaenorixus possessed two cocks and that Audrey had one of them keep inside her ass. He quickly put his hands over his mouth to stop any other sounds incase either of them heard him. He was incredibly horny now, his pants strained as he sported an erection. Now he knew why Audrey was with the demon, she was a dirty slut that liked it up the ass and liked to have two cocks inside of her at once! Even the tailor did not approve of Audrey's partner and likely would have been with the crowded riot group earlier had he known what it had been about. Of course he knew that Lothaenorixus had killed them all so he worked hard so the demon lord would leave him be. He could tell others about Audrey later, later when there was no longer a demon around to kill people for such talk.

Reaching the point of no return, he vigorously thrust himself deep inside of Audrey, growling fiercely, animalistically as he came, his thick, hot seed gushing out to fill her tiny holes. He could no longer take it, the pleasure he derived from her body and from the manner in which she displayed her enjoyment of it all. Audrey surely was a depraved soul to enjoy the pleasures that his body offered. Luckily for her, her pleasures were not going to be short lived if he had his way. Even her soul now belonged to him so not even her own death be it now, or in thirty years time would separate her from him. Grunting as he laid his chest against her back, pressing his face against her collar bone, removing the hand from her neck and lowering it down to her chest, lifting her up so that she only had to be supported by her knees and not have to worry about his weight bearing down upon her.

"Good thing we dont have to clean up afterwards" jokingly mentioning it to Audrey, the juices of her climax and his plentiful seed were bound to make quite the mess on the floor and the couch. "Perhaps it was also good that the dress ended up all the way over there too."
 
Anyone who would have seen the scene would have thought that she was the victim, and going to be bruised the next day, but Audrey couldn't help letting out the screams and moans, and feeling his hand grasp her neck firmly, she knew that her screams were being restrained. She would pout about that later, and would ask him, why did he care if anyone heard? She was in a state of euphoria as he growled and orgasmed powerfully into her tiny, tight holes, knowing that it would drip onto her legs, and onto the couch, her head propped up on the soft fabric of the couch, her breath heavy. "Oh, oh..." She murmured softly, knowing that everytime they made love, he possessed her, and marked her as his with his sticky cum. She liked that idea, feeling the pop of his cocks out, his cum spilling over her body, taking a few moments to breathe heavily, taking his hand and curling up with his warm body that she snuggled against, a habit that she had grown accustomed to.

Once she got her breath back, she bent down to suckle on his cock and to clean it up slowly with her tongue, her lips fitting over the head of one cock, and bobbing it up and down, savoring the taste of his cum in her mouth. Happily, she bent down to pick it up and lick the sides of it, her tongue wandering down to lick his balls, one by one, unaware that she had an audience as she serviced her Master. Careful not to disregard his other cock, she kneeled on the ground, as she began to lubricate it further with her saliva, her head bobbing up and down, hungry for more, deepthroating his cock in her mouth until she gagged, jerking it off with her hand. She paused, looking at it, the head of it revealing a slit where cum came out of, panting heavily. It was still standing up straight, as she descended on it, sucking on just the head now, licking it slowly, her breasts bouncing up and down when she began to suck on it, harder and harder, taking more in her mouth, breathing out. "Ooh.. you taste good..."

Satisfied that he was clean and she was sated, she curled up with him again, snuggling into his warmth, the warmth that she craved right now. It wasn't long before Lothie wiped her out, as he often did, with their frenzied fucking, and she had fallen asleep on his lap, her fingers curled around his larger hands, her head propped against his chest, breathing heavily, cooing gently like an infant being taken care of by its mother. Her long, dark hair curled around her breasts, pressing against his chest. Her skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, as she breathed slowly, enjoying the feeling of his cocks nudged under her rear, her mouth parted gently.
 
Lothaenorixus was grinning from ear to ear, he had no reason not to be. He had thoroughly fucked his pet, his lover and had gotten her off as well as himself. Holding onto Audrey as she curled up with him, he was happy for that to be the end of playtime if Audrey had so wished it. It was now a case that her sex drive outpaced his own, in some cases that merely was because he had the ability to think ahead and come to terms with how the future was to be played out which was basically his own will power telling no to himself. He definately could have offered Audrey a round two tonight, of course he had bruised the hell out of her that it was unlikely she would want more in a few minutes when the flesh started to show just how tender it really was. Growling animalistically as he held onto Audrey in both a lovingly and possessive manner, his growls had softened and were more like purrs from a kitten, a really dangerous kitten.

When Audrey had pulled away from him, he allowed it out of curiousity, his grin growing even more so as she lowered her mouth down to his cum covered cocks. He had taught her to do this once, and now it seemed that she either had remembered that she was to clean him after serving him or as the more likely case was that she had grown addicted to the taste and the feel of it. There was no denying that he loved this, loved that she served him with her mouth, and also that she was cleaning him, tasting her own juices as well as the excess cum that coated his cocks as well as the small amounts that still could be coaxed from his cocks. Grasping a hold of the arm of the couch, his fingers dug into it, crushing the wood and disforming the arm, destroying it all because Audrey had shifted from just licking and sucking upon his cocks to deepthroating them. He stopped his periodic growling to groan deeply, breathing heavily from his nostrils "I am glad you like it because if you keep that up there will be plenty more real soon" indicating to her that if she had continued he might have had no choice but to climax again because of her oral ministrations.

Audrey had seemingly decided against continuing which suited him just fine even if he could easily have cum again for her. Wrapping his arms around her as she curled up into his body and quickly fallen asleep in his lap. His cocks slowly deflated over a few minutes and eventually were brought back inside of the pouch which they lived in when he wasnt banging Audrey. Sharing his warmth with her, easily able to keep her warm given that his body ran hotter than a human being and that his very presence could heat or cool the air around him as he pleased. Stroking her back softly, he kept the touch to a crawling pace so not to interrupt her sleep too early. Relaxing, he listened to her heartbeat, a sound quickly however distracted him. It was a heartbeat just like Audrey's only this one was awake, it was beating much faster despite being quite a distance away. His smile dropped as he scanned the room with his eyes before falling upon the cupboard which the Tailor had taken refuge behind during his peeping. Raising a finger and pointing it towards the tailor, he curled it back towards himself, indicating that he knew of his presence and that he had better come to him.
 
Audrey had fallen asleep, and would have continued sucking him off but she was tired. She laid curled up in his arms, feeling quite comfortable, like being in front of a fireplace. She breathed evenly, her arms held his arms to her, but then she had drifted asleep, her grip loosened and even if they hadn't, he could use his hands to edge the tailor closer. Instinctively, she snuggled in closer, burying her head in his arms. She was too tired to bother why he had stopped caressing her back, it was a nice feeling. Instead, she figured he had... well, she didn't know what he was doing. She hoped they hadn't woken up the tailor, and he wasn't going to drive the tailor crazy with labor just for her clothes. But he knew what she wanted. In her sleep, she dreamt of where they would go together, and wondered what would happen. Lothie didn't usually tell her unless he wanted to, and at this point, his plans had been vague, just that there would be a long journey and that he would be walking with her a lot. He didn't mention what town, or what they would be doing when they got there, she didn't know of his goals, she would have probably disapproved of them. Secretly, she wanted him to wreak havoc, she found it a turn on when she saw him, if she could see him, destroy a town, not sure if her eyes would automatically shut closed or if she would be able to stand the sight.

Her dark hair pooled over her neck and her back curled against him so that she was sleeping on his side, unaware of what he was doing. Because of the way she slept, the tailor would be able to see her back curves to her small rear, not sure if Lothie thought of covering it up so that he couldn't. He probably did. She wouldn't like it to find that the tailor would be looking at her, she didn't feel safe for this man, and also, she wouldn't have felt safe that the tailor thought such distaste for her for mating with a demon, if she hadn't been tucked in Lothie's warm arms and body, breathing gently. She murmured small thoughts of content in her sleep, unaware of the situation that was brewing between the two men. She was cushioned on Lothie, hopefully a reminder not to get too violent, as she still didn't have enough clothes and that he was still alive because of this. Otherwise, his life would be seriously endangered. She turned around in his arms, so that now her front was exposed to the tailor's view, her legs tucked into her body, curling up with the warmth, sniffing and breathing into Lothie, happily cooing.

She didn't seem to want to wake up. But, finally she felt someone staring at her, and rubbed her eyes, yawning and laying her cheek on Lothie, thinking it was him, and snuggled closer. She realized it was the tailor, and didn't realize he had woken up. She figured he had woken up and Lothie wanted to check on the clothing situation, and how much longer it would take or something. So, she was rather surprised when they started to talk about something completely different. Blushing, she felt the first effects of the soreness between her legs, and feeling flashbacks as they mated, he properly heard them. It was impossible to keep quiet when she was being pleasured so thoroughly.
 
Lothaenorixus lowered the hand when the tailor started to walk over hesitantly, after all, the demon had caught him peeping on his woman, anyone would be rather slow in advancing to what could possibly be their own demise. Smirking at the tailor, he groped at Audrey's ass, covering her up in the process. He had to remember to be gentle with not just his actions, but his voice too. Audrey was draped over his lap and chest which was lucky for the tailor. Lucky in that the man had time for his rage to cool, had she not been pinning him down with her quite insignificant weight he might have done something a little too rough to the man. Instead he spoke with him, discussing Audrey, and exploring the man's thoughts on things. Without skipping a heartbeat, he shifted the conversation to the clothing still left, reminding the tailor that there was a deadline and that the naming of such a word was not just coincidence. If the tailor failed to meet the deadline, he would die.

When Audrey shifted in her sleep, he allowed her to, shifting his arms to better deal with her new position, support her and keep her comfortable, this of course meant that he no longer was hiding her modesty, not that he was big on such things to begin with. With both conversations rather completed, he shifted back to the first topic as he noticed the change in heartbeat with Audrey, it quickened and suggested she was waking up. It would be the perfect time to incriminate the tailor, have him say something Audrey might not approve of, enough that she might even beg or demand the tailor die. A growing smirk came to his lips as he caressed Audrey. He had the upper hand, no matter which way things were going to go with regards to Audrey's reaction he was going to be the victor in same way. At worst case he would endure her pouting and tears, at best he would have the tailor's entrails for breakfast.
 
Audrey was annoyed when she woke up. She heard someone, she couldn't exactly identify who it was, but someone was talking about her, and standing very very close to her. Finally, she recognized the tailor's frightened voice, stuttering as he spoke to her lover, waking up reluctantly. She didn't want to, her body was crying out for more rest, after Lothie had banged into her so viciously. She wanted to sleep more, so reluctant to wake up that she didn't even mind if Lothie managed to kill him without disturbing her of her cozy spot on his lap. Snuggling closer, she rubbed her eyes and let out a soft yawn, pressing her face against the crook of his shoulder, her breasts pressing against his chest, breathing happily. She found a pair of eyes staring down at her naked form, and it wasn't Lothie's usually glowing red eyes. Instead, she found that it was the tailor, and it looked like he had something to say to her. She didn't know if it would be something she would want to hear, or if it was something she didn't want to hear. She hadn't done anything to him, and yes, she didn't think making love to her lover was so... horrible that now he had something against her. If anything, he should be thanking her. She saved his life, allowed him some rest, and so forth.

Her head hurt, and this made her coil back into Lothie's arms when she tried to sit up without much help, unable to steady herself enough on his lap, breathing heavily. "Oof." She landed in his arms, sitting on his lap finally, looking at Lothie, he didn't seem... quite as happy, and peaceful as he had been when she had been sucking him off. Stretching out her small body before curling back into his arms, she brushed her fingertips against his jawline, to try to make his eyes soften a bit, so they didn't have that crazed look in his eyes, the one he had when he had decided against all reason, to slaughter people in the village. She felt him caressing her, like he should be the one comforting her, and brushed her fingers against his cheek, nibbling on his neck, to help him calm down from his craved mood, hoping it would at least, soften the atmosphere slightly. She turned her attention to the tailor, and because he was standing so very close to them, probably as a request from Lothie, as she didn't remember him particularly being fond of her lover, she felt something poke her in the thigh, blushing, she realized it was a hard on, pressing her face deeper against Lothie's chest, knowing now, he would be even more furious.
 
LOthaenorixus struggled to contain his emotions, unable to let the tailor off the hook so easily despite Audrey's attempts at soothing him. "Finish your work now!" he demanded, unaware that Audrey's latest position had caused the two to touch. Had he known that he would have lost it and started their journey and in none too good of a mood. His attention moving back to Audrey, his eyes looking down to her own as she nibbled on his neck and caressed his jawline. "Pick out another dress, this time try not to strip it off" He was a little gentler with his comments to Audrey but it was still evident that he wasnt happy, it wasn't that he wasn't happy with her, he was, its just that his mood was foul because of the tailor and what had been said about Audrey. Nobody but he could label her with such nasty names. His arms pulled away from Audrey, giving her only minimal support where needed, allowing her to get up without any trouble so that she could dress herself once the tailor had moved away.

The tailor had purposely pressed his hard on against Audrey's thigh, nodding when Lothaenorixus demanded he begin work, he shifted in his position, rubbing his hardon through his pants against her thigh before pushing it against her sore rear and pussy. It was something for Audrey to know about, wordless actions. The tailor wanted her, and if there was a chance to he was going to take it. The tailor would indeed rape her if Lothaenorixus was not there to protect her. He no longer thought of her as human, just a piece of meat. Turning away, he headed back to his workspace to continue the clothing. Many pieces had been left half finished, some of the alterations merely needing a few minutes work to be done.

The atmosphere in the room had changed little, it was still tense with the two males and their ego. The tailor had lost his sense of reasoning but that wasnt surprising given that in the last 48 hours he had a grand total of 30 minutes sleep which had been interrupted by Lothaenorixus and Audrey with their display of carnal passion. With the deprivation of sleep, his logic was less sound and right now he was foolishly brave enough to think he was equal footing with Lothaenorixus or better than him much as he assumed that Audrey was nothing but a slut, one that he would try out if given a chance. Lothaenorixus on the other hand was possessive of Audrey and disliked the fact that the tailor lived still.
 
Audrey knew he was in a bad mood, but she thought that his mood would be worse if it hadn't been for the fact that they just had sex. And, she was disappointed that her efforts didn't help his mood at all. She didn't flinch when he inflicted some of his anger at the tailor, but was surprised when she felt his hard on poking at her, and rubbing against where Lothie's dicks had just been. Blushing, she pressed her face against Lothie's shoulders, so he knew something was wrong. And, when he was a bit more... calm, she would tell him. Taking his arm off her waist, she went over, as she was ordered to, to pick out another dress. She found a dark navy dress that pooled down her body, and just reached her knees before she returned to her spot on his lap, she didn't happen to notice when the tailor watched her dress. She didn't feel comfortable talking to him, being nice to him when he called her so many foul names and when she felt his erection. Curling up in a small ball in his lap, she whispered what she had felt, tangling her fingers in his hair, and rubbed his cheek.

She pressed her face against the crook of his shoulder, and breathed in his scent. It was comforting and so familiar, she had slept in his arms so many times that she didn't feel comfortable not sleeping without his scent swimming around her. She didn't want to even look at the tailor, she wanted Lothie to kill him, and to not be so kind. She told Lothie this, so he would have his fun, while she squeezed her eyes tightly shut, waiting for the aggressive, violent impact that would not come until the clothing would be ready. In the meantime, she kissed his face, every inch that she could reach, until she needed help, tugging on his hair so his head lowered, so that she could drop kisses all over his face to soothe him, and coo gently into his ear to let him know that he had to be a little bit patient today.
 
Lothaenorixus was in a fairly foul mood, his eyes softened as with his voice and touch when he was directing attention to Audrey but otherwise it was dark, foul and not something anyone would willingly want to walk in on. Allowing Audrey to nuzzle into his shoulder and shift her position before allowing her to leave his lap. Watching as she casually walked over to the rack to pick out a new dress. He was allowed to gawk and spy on her no matter her state of undress, she was his, sure he owned her body but he also owned her heart, a by-product of his interaction with her, something that was quite contagious and unrelentingly persistent. When she placed pulled the dress off the rack he growled as he cast a deadly gaze towards the Tailor "Eyes down peasant before I pluck them out" Lothaenorixus did not like the fact the tailor had dared look upon his woman in such a state of undress, jealous perhaps, but he simply did not like the tailor either so there was no incentive for him to play nice.

With Audrey mounting his lap and taking her rightful spot upon his lap, his arms slowly curled around her, encasing her within his arms as she pressed her face down into his flesh. He was not sure what aroused Audrey with his scent, whatever it was it was rather noticable. Grinning from ear to ear as Audrey whispered her thoughts to him. Licking his lips as he tilted his head down and whispered back into her ear. "Slowly, painfully." before twisting his face to meet hers, pressing his lips against her, allowing Audrey to continue to kiss him as she wished, and more importantly where she wanted. Audrey had given him something to smile about. Something to look forward to. A reason not to be angry. Audrey had basically given her consent to the torture and murder of the tailor, that was something joyous for Lothaenorixus. His mood quickly changing with the combine efforts of what she had told him and her actions and cooing moans as she straddled his lap.

The tailor continued to work on the clothing, the adjustments he made the the clothing remaining were more than what Lothaenorixus had instructed, creative rights and all. The remaining clothing werent just going to be revealing, they were going to be down right sexualised. A girl like Audrey, in his mind, was a total slut and should be showing if off to everybody. The new clothing were just going to make heads turn and give Lothaenorixus something to smile about. The remaining clothing were going to attract men not just to watch but hopefully, in the tailors mind, to take action against her. After all, such a dirty filthy slut as Audrey should be getting it from more than one male...even if that male was a demon and possessed additional anatomy. He tried to spy a view as she changed, resorting to having to look off a metal cylinder to reflect the somewhat distorted picture.
 
Audrey didn't happen to notice anything different, as she changed into the dress, zipping it up and placing the straps back in place on her shoulders until Lothie, in a very threatening voice spoke out against the tailor, who was also watching her dress, causing her to shiver unpleasantly. She walked back to Lothie's lap, snuggling close as his arms encased her in the loving embrace, causing her to coo happily like a small girl. She was surprised when he had kissed her, she usually was the one to kiss him when he was in a foul mood, her tongue eagerly exploring the depths of his warm, sensual mouth, holding him close, her body pressed tightly against his, before pulling away to breathe heavily. Caressing his face, she was almost too willing to keep him occupied when he was planning his murder. She knew that he was thinking such thoughts, because when she told him that she didn't care for the tailor anymore, he started to grin. Suckling on his neck, she began to play with the pouch that held his two cocks, eager for her favorite toys now.

She felt safe here, in his arms, curled up in his warm embrace, shifting her body so that she was straddling him, pulling his cocks out of his pouch eagerly, welcoming them, her fingers running over the smooth, hard flesh that she loved so much. "Lothie..." She murmured into his ear, she wanted a reward for being so good, for giving him the consent to kill off the tailor. And the reward came in the form of two cocks. She lifted her rear off his body for a minute to hike her dress up higher and grinded the entrance to her body against one cock, shivering when she felt the hard flesh burning against her soft folds. "Lothie!" She cried out, bouncing on his cocks eagerly, knowing that she liked it when he threw her down on the couch, and spread out her legs and shoved them both inside her. She was overwhelmed with heat, her small fingers, gripping him close, begging to be filled again and again. Besides, they had to pass the time somehow while the tailor worked.

With every passing minute, she panted out his name, again and again, burying her face against his neck. Her eyes were clouded over with lust, tightly shut, her body now laying on the sofa, dripping juice all over his cocks, whimpering. She didn't care that she might have had an audience, she wanted him deep inside her, and since he was in such a good mood, she didn't think he'd object, especially when he was already ready for her, looking up at him, her body arched towards him, curling up tightly on his lap where he restricted her from moving outside where he could reach for her. She pressed her head against his shoulder, breathing slowly, cooing, as she began to wrap her fingers around both cocks, jerking them off quickly, looking up at him. "I want you."
 
Lothaenorixus grinned down at Audrey as he thought about just how he was going to snuff the life out of that tailor, planning for a drawn out process to inflict pain upon him for not respecting Audrey and through her disrespecting Lothaenorixus. At first Lothaenorixus was not distracted by her sucking upon his neck and had not even noticed that she had coaxed her fingers into his pouch to retrieve his cocks but that ignorance did not last too long. Helping hike her dress up as she lowered herself down upon his cocks, grinding against the two members. Enjoying the feeling of her moist pussy coating his cocks with her juices as she grinding upon them without them penetrating her tight holes. His mind was split evenly between the planned murder and Audrey for a while, it wasn't until Audrey had opened up and pushed herself down onto his cocks, burying them back inside of her once more that he had started to focus more on their sexual encounter.

Removing his arms from holding her atop of his lap, he turned and pushed Audrey down onto the couch, taking his position atop of her, thrusting his cocks inside, picking up where he had left off a half hour beforehand. He was starting to get into the groove of things, his focus very much so on the sex until Audrey managed to pull his cocks free from their favored spots inside of her. Growling down to her even though she was giving the two members handjobs. This was torture, having sex with her and then stopping suddenly for handjobs as she moaned, cooed and begged for him to be deep inside of her. "You want it, then dont pull out." He was not that thrilled about stopping, he was going to forgive her, but still he did not like to be teased that much, he preferred to do the teasing.

Forcing his crotch between her legs despite her vicegrip on both his members with her hands. "You want it then you've got it." Pushing his cocks against her pussy, teasing her with the tips of his cock, urging her to release his members so that he may bury them deep within her tight holes. He planned rather than to fuck both holes to this time bury both his cocks deep within her pussy, give her something to truly remember him when they journey to the city several days walk from here. His growls and comments were not meant to make Audrey upset or to have her feel inferior or stupid. It was just that she had worked him up and had started something and was delaying. He was not that partial to it.

The tailor continued with his work, trying not to listen or watch the pair fuck on his couch. The faster that he could finish the clothes the better, and even better if Lothaenorixus were to leave Audrey alone with him. He lusted after her and Lothaenorixus was in his way. There was no way he could hope to beat the demon lord, he had to wait patiently and hope he could get his chance without having to face Lothaenorixus as an obstacle.
 
Audrey would be very disappointed to find out that he was busy planning out the murder of the tailor when he should be more focused on her. When he decided to look down on her, she was busy rubbing her favorite toys, happily groping them. She felt him throw her on the couch now, knowing that usually, he couldn't stand it. What she thought was fast, riding his cocks, was slow to him, but of course, she couldn't move that fast. She could barely take the sex. She laid her head on the couch, looking up at him and panting heavily. Silently, she nodded, consumed with lust and love for Lothie, that she only watched as he pushed his two cocks deep inside her, her breathing hard and heavy against his ear, clutching him close. "Oh! Oh!" Finding out that he wanted to penetrate her tiny, tight hole with both cocks, she let out a scream. She wasn't in pleasure, her eyes started to water, her body twitched, her hands curling up into tight fists, letting out several screams of pain.

Her body tensed up, and slowly, her body was beginning to accept his hard cocks in her pussy. She had been in so much pain that now, her blood stained the couch, breathing heavily. She needed a moment to breathe, curling up close to him, knowing that he cared about her, cared about whether she was in pain or not, panting against his ear. She was slowly, beginning to enjoy it now, feeling him thrust steadily inside her. Her face was swamped with sweat, her hair sticking to her face. Her breasts were bouncing in her dress, knowing that the need to claim her as his mate, even though she already was his, was desperate. She breathed heavily, watching as he filled her, and once in a while, when he pulled out, she wrapped her fingers around the base, caressing them, happy that they were hard.

She was already sore, her body ached, begging for more and more, her breath harsh against his ear. She cried out for him, and for relief. She knew that she wouldn't even be able to get up to grab the clothes off the rack. She would be passed out from this, and he would have to carry her after he killed off the tailor, which she was sure he would do after she gave him her permission. She would be asleep during this, she would feel no empathy for the tailor who wanted to use her body and then throw her out, her fingers clawing at Lothie's back, screaming in pleasure now, watching him ram his cocks against her lubricated pussy, "Ah! Ah! Lothie!!"
 
Lothaenorixus worked his cocks inside of her tight pussy, she had accepted his cocks individually inside of her before, taking them both at once in the same orifice however had been a new thing. He took it fairly slow at first as if he went too quickly before making sure he could fit there may be injuries even to himself. The metallic scent of blood was not lost upon him, it was not her time of the month, it had been from his cocks breaking her in. He had to be careful not to get too out of control and forget about her bleeding, if there was alot more he might have ruptured something inside of her and that would be bad. Bad in that she would die most likely and he then would have a corpse for a slave and necrophillia was not an attractive prospect.

Steadily thrusting his cocks inside of her incredibly tight pussy, his members throbbing together, giving off an extraordinary amount of heat inside of her. Occassionally he pulled out, this was his way of checking to see if he had indeed been gentle and not ruptured her and caused internal bleeding, he enjoyed having her quickly rubbing his cocks with her delicate fingers when he pulled out, he would have preferred to have waved his cocks in her face but with the issue of her bleeding he sufficed with what he got. Ramming his cocks back inside of her when he wanted to. This was slightly different then what Audrey was doing to him, the only difference was however that he controlled when it happened.

Lothaenorixus held Audrey down and kept her dress hiked up, exposing her hips and waist, preventing in the process the blood from staining the dress that she had literally just put on. It wasnt going to save her from the profuse sweat from their vigourous activity however. Biting at the crook of her neck and shoulders, he nibbled and showed his affection for her with his lips whilst bucking his hips quickly in a short burst to deeply penetrate her. He was not going to be able to last too long this session, her tight pussy and its strong muscles were going to really work a number on him and besides, he had already very recently unloaded for her. His balls grew heavy and expanded whilst hidden away in his pouch, his cocks twitching and throbbing more noticably inside of her.

The tailor bit down on his lower lip as he heard the screams and the moans. He looked up occassionally to watch what was going on but only grew more and more jealous by watching and hearing Audrey moan out her loves name.
 
Audrey was panting now, he was so big! She had thought he was big before, with only one cock in her pussy. She whimpered out his name, and even once cried out, "Master!", something she never did before. She looked up at him, but he was busy with her, filling her every desire. She screamed, in pleasure, gripping him close, of course... it probably felt like a soft grip to him. Her hips arched quickly against his, shivering once he would aggressively start pounding into her. She was mesmerized by the sight that she found, looking down and finding him pushing through all resistance, her pussy draining his cocks inside her, leaking onto his warm meat. It wasn't long now, she could feel it building higher and higher. Finally, she let out a piercing scream, letting the tailor and anyone around them, hear her cry of lust, bursting all around his cocks, so close to fatigue, and her body was aching, demanding sleep and rest, which wasn't common after just two rounds of sex. Her whole body hurt, and she would be complaining to Lothie very soon, about how she wanted to curl up and fall asleep.

If she was as strong as Lothie, the couch cushions would have had a dent in them and she would be have been covered with feathers. Her breathing was unsteady, her heart was beating so fast, that she thought it was going to jump out of her chest, looking up at her mate, towering over her, grunting as he thrusted into her still, not letting her rest until he had his fill of her. She cried out, screaming now, her fingers drifting to cradle his head close to her chest, rubbing her fingers against his balls, panting. Sex was always better when he was on top, and driving them both into ecstasy. Idly, she found that the sound of the sewing machine had stopped while they had sex, but resumed when they were just talking. She found that interesting. She didn't know what to make of it, she didn't want to tell Lothie, she didn't want to rush the death of the tailor. She felt guilty already, for wanting him dead, but she was being honest, and he had insulted her by just wanting her for her body, and then, throwing her aside like trash. So, yes, she did want him dead, she just didn't want to see the actual act of the murder.

She could feel Lothie was close, she could predict when he would cum inside her. She listened to his heart, listened to the way he groaned, and grunted as he shoved his cocks eagerly inside her. She laid back, feeling her breasts bounce quickly with each thrust, panting. He always wore her out, but... this round was going to make her pass out. And when she did, she wouldn't know what would happen to the tailor, or where they would go. He hadn't been very specific about the future, and she was going with him, he wouldn't leave her, but.. something about not knowing where they were going was making her anxious. She wondered about the future, if he would allow her more freedom, or only he would allow her where he was around to protect her, and to kill others who dared to look at her like he did.
 
Lothaenorixus leaned over Audrey, pressing his muscular chest against her breasts and her clothes as he deeply penetrated her with his twin members inside her incredibly tight pussy. Grunting and groaning, his breath was a little short, another telltale sign that he was too close. Silencing some of her screams with his lips, and his tongue greedily kissing her whilst still pounding her sweet pussy in a rapid fashion. His testicles expanded within his pouch, exposing more and more of his thick cocks by taking up the room left within the pouch, with Audrey's fingers sliding into the pouch to caress his balls her fingertip barely brushing over a sensitive nerve ending. That slight touch was enough for him. He was going to cum. Roaring loudly as he pulled away from her lips, bucking his hips wildly as his balls shrivelled and his cocks throbbed and pulsated as his thick seed traversed through them until finally gushing out from his cocks in heavy spurts deep within her tight, milking pussy.

Continuing to fuck Audrey, his cocks milked by her tight embrace, unable to soften due to her tightness not even allowing the blood to escape. Heavily breathing as he slowed his efforts before pulling out, his head resting down on the crook of her neck and shoulder as he recovered his breath. He was aware that Audrey was going to be absolutely tired, he was too not to mention sore. She was going to have the worst of that, but after what he had done with her even he too was not immune. His twin members were tender, her muscles had become incredibly strong with their many sexual encounters before, she was adapting to sex with a demon and in her own right becoming one in the sack.

Grunting into her neck he spoke softly to her "Good girl." His right hand stroking her hair whilst the left slide itself under her back. She had pleased him and his tender touch was his way of rewarding her, a sign of affection. The tailor was getting quite frustrated, his cock was pressing against the fabric of his pants, the action right infront of him was loud, erotic and so taboo that he could be nothing other than hot for it. His work suffered a little from it, trying to finish the outfits whilst so uncomfortable. Occassionally his hand sliding into his pants to relieve some of the stress down there, to no avail however. Damn that bitch, Damn her for being such a slut. He hated Audrey and yet he wanted to have her do everything she had done with Lothaenorixus with him. It was infuriating that he was never to get such a chance.
 
Audrey let out a scream, as he hurriedly began to pump into her, and before she could relax on the couch, she felt him exploding within her tight depths, her body spasming from it, unable to control herself, the need for his cum overwhelmed her body. She laid on the couch gasping and shaking for several minutes before she laid her head and let her heart rate calm down, feeling his hand caress her. She smiled at this, looking up at him and kissing his cheek gently. She was already so sore! She didn't have energy left in her to do anything else but to watch him pop his cocks out of her hole, and watch him lay himself on her, her fingers cradling his head close to her body. "Lothie..." She murmured, running her fingers in and out of his hair, smiling at him. The couch had suddenly became very comfortable, and before long, she was passed out on the couch, due to fatigue, her body curled up with Lothie, unaware of the world around them, except for sleep. This way, she would be still passed out when the tailor died, as she had predicted.

Her body ached, and she felt like she couldn't even feel the dress that she was wearing right now. It slide down her waist lazily, her arms clutching Lothie close, of course, he could remove her arms from his shoulders if he wanted to. It wouldn't be hard to pry her away if he needed his limbs for killing a certain tailor, who she didn't know was eavesdropping. If she knew, she would be even angrier. She was unaware of anything that would be going on, and thank goodness, her dress hadn't gotten dirty, or else... she would need to have to wear other clothing that the tailor probably would make mistakes on because of what he had seen. She could hear her heart still thumping in her chest, her legs sore. It would be at least a week or two before she would be able to even walk without relying on Lothie or someone to help her. Of course, it would be hard to get him to agree to have someone help her to walk around without his help, and it would be even harder to explain why and how she had gotten in such a predicament.
 
Lothaenorixus stayed with Audrey until she had fallen asleep, passing out from their sexual frenzy. Waiting a few minutes to ensure that she would not wake prematurely before he uncoiled her arms from around him and removed his arms from her. His members retreating back inside his pouch as he sat on a small portion of the couch unused by Audrey before standing up and walking over towards the tailor, inspecting the work of the clothing that had been made. He feigned his inspection for a little longer, when the tailor had finished the current piece of clothing he dropped his pretenses, quickly moving behind the tailor and forcibly slamming his head down onto the table with enough force to daze him and knock a few teeth loose. Grasping his neck, he choked the man before putting his back against the table, with his free hand he reached for a paperweight, a smooth rock, slightly longer than a tennis ball it was not quite as wide nor thick. Stuffing it into the man's mouth. Pushing him onto his back, Lothaenorixus used his body to hold him down as he reached for the sewing kit. His aim was to sew the man's mouth shut and silence his screams and allow Audrey to sleep blissfully. As he had promised her, it would be slow, it would be painful, and he would die.

When he had sewn the tailor's mouth shut he threw him half way across the room, forgetting that much of the place was so breakable and that it was noisy too. Looking to Audrey to see if she stirred, thankfully even though he had thrown the tailor threw a table and several chairs she had not returned to consciousness. Following the tailor, he quickly spoke to him. "Your services are no longer required." smirking as he towered over the cowering man, thrusting his clawed fingers into the man's eyes, crushing them and blinding them "Nobody looks at my woman, Nobody." Lothaenorixus had deprived the man of his voice, and now blinded him. This was not just murder, this was torture. This was what he enjoyed when he wasnt making Audrey moan. Neither torment was enough to kill the man, infact that was why he choose to do such things. He was going to inflict as much pain as he could.

The tailor had not known what had hit him when Lothaenorixus had smacked him from behind, hitting him in the head had dazed him and the next few blows were not really felt until after the cobwebs had been removed, by then his mouth had been almost sealed shut and then again another blow to the head after being thrown across the room. He felt his eyes being sliced open and rend asunder by the fingers, unfortunately he could not scream, at best he was gagging on the blood and the loose teeth floating around in his mouth. Now blind and mute, he cried in silence on his knees, begging not for forgiveness but for death. He had never thought the demon would torture him, he had thought a quick death would be given if it came around for that.

Lothaenorixus was not that kind, with his clawed fingers he proceeded to embed them into the man's gut, forcing the fingers until they were at the knuckles. Again this would kill him but it would take hours for it to work. Pulling them out, he grinned as he licked them clean, walking away to grab a knife. The chinese were not the original creators of the torture made famous by them. The thousand cuts were something far older. Lothaenorixus used the knife not just to make superficial cuts but to maim. cutting at the muscles in rather precise areas, if the man were to be saved he would be useless. The cuts at the muscles were designed to permanently severe the nerves and the connections whilst retaining all the pain sensors. He bloodily cut the tailor up until finally he grew bored some six hundred cuts into the process, stabbing the knife into his gut, he cut up to the chest, disembowling the man before cutting his throat deeply. Ensuring the man died.

Stabbing the Knife into the cranium of the tailor, he left it embedded there as he walked back to Audrey, pressing his lips against her forehead as she slept. Reaching for a towel to clean up the blood on his body, he turned towards the clothing that had been made, casting a spell upon them to send them to a secure location, a location that should still be intact so many years after his banishment. Should any of his cultist worshippers still use the hidden sanctuary they would be made aware that their lord's existence was not snuffed out as some had been informed.

It was time to leave. Picking Audrey up, he carried her in his arms like a child slumbering, removing her from the shop, starting his journey immediately. There was much ground to cover and Audrey did not need to see what was done to the tailor even if it was good to show her what happened to those whom he did not like.
 
Even though she was fast asleep, Audrey felt him as he left her, to do something, but she was just too tired to ask where he was going and why he was leaving her. She heard something hitting the desk, something crashing in the air, but she was so exhausted, her dreams refused to let her leave. If she had seen the bloody murder, she would have started to cry, no one deserved to die so painfully. She would have forgotten what she had said in the past, but she hadn't seen it. If she had, Lothie would have started the journey with a crying, sniffling Audrey in his arms, clutching him close, and burying herself in his arms. She would be scared of him. She felt his soft mouth on her forehead then, reassuring her, and telling her that he loved her, he cared about her, and that she would be going with him on their journey. Laying her head back in his arms, she snuggled closer to his warmth, detecting a scent... but she couldn't put her finger on it. Sleep was so comforting.

She didn't weigh very much in his arms. She had felt the transition from the comfortable couch to the warm, but slightly uncomfortable feeling of being in his arms. But, she did love being carried. It was a tie. It would be a long time before she would shift in her sleep, and a longer time before she woke up. When she did wake up, she rubbed her eyes open, her legs were still sore, her fingers caressing his jaw. "Lothie?" Her voice was soft, like an infant being curious about the new world around her, pushing the dress down as the wind hiked it up again. She didn't see the store, the rack of clothing, the feeling of another man looking at her like a piece of meat. That comforted her, but buried her head against the crook of his neck when she realized that what had probably happened. She felt guilty, as she kissed his throat softly. "Where are we?"
 
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