Deception of Lust [Haruchai & Lila Lupin]

His nod was given, his word his bond. The kiss they then shared lit his blood on fire, his body heating in his passion. Yet Hannah knew how to make him walk that edge, and soon her mouth moved over his skin, goosebumps raising as she passed. But it was as she wrapped her slender fingers about his girth that he moaned. Her mouth left a trail of warming kisses and he throbbed softly in her hand as his member twitched in anticipation of what he knew was to come. Hannah did not disappoint and his hips twitched as her tongue dragged a trail along his length.

Yet it was when she took him in her mouth that he became the most vocal. "Oh yes..." he moaned out, tone deep and raspy as she buried him as far as she could into her throat, that tight channel squeezing at him, begging for his release. She had slowly, over time, come to be able to take nearly all he had to offer. He could not help himself and his hips rolled as she moved along him, and one of his hands wound fingers in her hair. He watched as his cock disappeared into her mouth, over and over and a low groan escaped him as he felt the swollen head, throbbing now, tap at the back of her throat, over and over.

He did not push her down upon him, he simply let her move as she liked, and soon he felt the familiar tension and the building of his pleasure as her tongue rubbed along him and she sucked. His head lolled back and his eyelids fluttered closed as his hips rose and fell, Hannah still as he instead moved in and out of her mouth. His body tensed and shuddered, his stomach muscles drawing tight as his climax approached. Then it was upon him, a grunt of satisfaction escaping him as he spilled himself into her mouth, warm spurts of his seed filling that orifice.

Hannah was thankful that he had not been completely in her mouth as he came so that she had the chance to swallow what she could. The taste was not what she expected to say the least, but it wasn't entirely displeasing. She wiped away what she wasn't able to swallow with the back of her hand as she looked up at Deluge. "You certainly seemed to enjoy yourself." She said with a smile as she wondered how well he would be able to keep his promise once he saw her dress for the evening. She leaned up and kissed him before speaking again. "I need you to clean yourself up and then come help me with some of the preparations for the evening. I should be in the kitchen with Sin." She had one of her trademark smiles on as she got up to leave the room. She blew him a kiss just before she exited the room.

Later that evening she was getting ready in her room, having succeeded in keeping the dress hidden from Deluge, much to her joy. She'd picked the dress as a sort of engagement gift to Deluge. Even though she was the one to wear she was almost certain he would take great joy in seeing her in it. She smiled as she walked out of the bathroom in her lingerie and over to her bed wear a dress bag was laying neatly across the bed just waiting to be opened. She walked over to the bag and opened retrieving the rather risque-looking dress in side. She smiled to herself as she put on the dress. She couldn't wait to see Deluge's reaction when he saw her.

Lust entered the room just when Hannah was in need of someone to help zip her up. Lust gladly helped her and informed her that some of the guests were starting to arrive but Deluge was greeting them. She told Lust to let Deluge know that she would be right there, and Lust left to do just that. She was true to her word as she left as soon as she put her earrings in, seeing as how Lust had helped her with her hair earlier that night. When she walked into the Grand Hall heads turned. Men, both human and Demon alike, were drooling over the way Hannah looked, and who could blame them. Her dress appeared to show quite a bit of skin, so she wasn't surprised that the men were letting there minds wander. She walked over to Deluge and gave him a quick kiss. "I'm sorry that I'm late darling. I was having a few issues with the dress."

Deluge had made sure to avoid Hannah for the majority of the day. First, he knew she wanted her dress to be a surprise. Second, he knew that were he around her for any length of time that he'd not be able to keep his promise. He simply found her irresistible.

So it was not until she made her grand entrance to the party that he truly got to see her again, and what he saw made his breath catch and stirred his loins. He drank her in with all of his senses as she entered the room, even those tactile senses that normally required touch in some way, as they were in his home.

That did not help him calm the hormones and pheromones that swirled within him in any way, and as he watched Hannah cross the floor, so too did several of the females turn to regard him, thighs rubbing together as they reacted to the aura he now exuded. He was well aware, but his entire being was focused on Hannah, and she was bared to him.

Then she approached him and Deluge wished she'd have let his lips linger, but he nodded as she spoke. "It is quite alright my darling. I am sure it will prove to be troublesome later tonight as well."

"Whatever do you mean, darling?" Hannah smiled innocently as she practically purred out the word darling dangerously close to his ear. She wanted to tease him. He was hers after all, and she didn't see why she should let him have all the fun. He frustrated her on a daily basis with his teasing jokes and the way he would hold her and then go to do something after getting her all good and riled up. She hooked her arm in his and pressed it in between her breasts in a very friendly hug as one of the female guests came up to Deluge to introduce herself. She shifted as she shook his hand and Hannah pressed his arm just a little closer to her chest as she got slightly territorial over Deluge.

She greatly disliked the way that the woman was staring at her husband-to-be, and she introduced herself with a polite smile as she extended a hand out for the woman to shake. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Ms. Ridare. I am Hannah Michelle Dubon, Monsieur Whitecrest's fiance. I here that you're one of my fiance's best clients." She said as she tried to hide her nervousness from Deluge. Lust had warned her that before Hannah had arrived, that Deluge and Ms. Ridare had had a bit of tryst, and it made Hannah highly uncomfortable. Ms. Ridare was extremely attractive, and with the way that she had riled Deluge up she was certain that he would more than likely choose one of these women to release the tension that she could not relieve until they were married.

"The pleasure is all mine. I am Melissa Annette Ridare." Miss Ridare said with a smile. She winked at Deluge with approval. She was rather glad that he had finally found a woman that he wanted to settle down with. He seemed rather happy with the beautiful young girl with the odd accent. She could tell that he seemed to be a bit uneasy, and she imagine that it was because of the beautiful, risque-looking dress that Hannah was wearing. Even she had the urge to jump the young woman. She smiled a friendly smile as she shook the hand that Hannah extended while admiring the ring that was on her ring finger. "He certainly had wonderful taste, in both women and jewelry."

She said and she smiled as Hannah blushed at the comment. She had ended the small fling between herself and Deluge nearly a year before Hannah's arrival, when she came to realize that Deluge did not feel the same way about her as she did for him. She'd gotten over it rather quickly and was happy that Deluge had found someone. They'd become rather good friends and she was glad to be one of his clients. "Your fiance has taken such good care of me. He's rather good at what he does." She said without realizing that she made Hannah even more nervous with her words, because of Hannah's knowledge of their tryst, though Annette had no idea that Hannah knew of the tryst, and neither did Deluge to Hannah's knowledge, because she never told him that she knew. Hannah thanked Annette for her compliment with a calm and friendly smile, doing everything she could to hide her nervousness as they continued to greet the guests.

Deluge was grateful that Hannah did not make a scene. The nervousness and tinges of jealousy were something he could easily read with her. Jealousy was often the counterpoint to lust, though usually from a partner. He had seen it for centuries now, and it was easily spotted. Although Annette didn't know how knowledgeable Hannah was, Deluge had an idea that Lust or Sin, or both, had been in Hannah's ear. Yes, he and Annette had once had a fling, but at the time neither of them had been attached. There had been few feelings, other than the emotions that Deluge instilled in others; lust. At least that was how he had always viewed things, unaware that Annette had felt differently.

So he viewed Hannah's actions as natural, but perhaps misguided.

Soon after this short exchange Annette went on her way, and Deluge proudly displayed his bride-to-be to the others at the party. All looked on in envy, and Deluge reveled in the attention. He was one of the seven major Dukes of Hell, and the guest list had been quite extensive. He wanted to make it a point to show her off to the entire roster.

The evening progressed - dinner and then dancing and Deluge was by her side the entire time. Except for one small bit. Annette had come to him and announced she'd be leaving, and Deluge, though polite, had excused himself and walked with her out of the room, leaving Hannah with Sin and Lust.

Hannah was having a relatively wonderful time. She felt slightly uncomfortable with all the eyes on her, but knowing that Deluge was keeping his eyes on her at all times was making her feel rather comfortable. She could practically feel the lust radiating off of him, and at one particularly heated moment of the evening after she'd dance with one of the male guests she came up to Deluge and whispered in his ear. "Don't worry darling, I'll be all yours later tonight." She certainly hoped that he was looking forward to it as much as she was. She honestly enjoyed seeing her groom-to-be on edge like this. His possessiveness was rather intoxicating. At one point in the evening, Deluge had asked Hannah to dance with him, to which she readily agreed. She was rather surprised when the orchestra began to play a song that she was used to dancing the tango to.

Many people had stared and some even drooled. Men were wishing that they could hold that beautiful flexible woman that was going to be marrying Deluge, and wishing that their dates could do those kind of things. The women were envious of Hannah, the way she moved so gracefully, something that even Hannah was slightly surprised with. She still danced ballroom recreationally, but she'd stopped competing in at the age of 17, and she thought she might have been a bit out of practice. They envied the way she moved, the way she looked, and most importantly, the man that never seemed to leave her side. They were very entranced with Deluge, as was Hannah herself, and she was rather sad for a moment when he went to escort Annette out of the house.

Hannah began to become very worried, though she hid it well, when Deluge came back a bit later than she thought he should have. She loved him, and she was worried about losing him to women like Annette, that she thought were far more attractive and appealing than she was. She didn't mean to be so paranoid, but she couldn't help it when her mind began to wander like that. Annette had kept everything professional between Deluge and herself, and she told him how happy she was that he'd found Hannah, and that she hoped that they were happy together, though Hannah was afraid that their old flame would spark.

Deluge had had no idea of just how flexible Hannah was, yet this new side of her opened up so many possibilities in Deluge's mind. Being able to control himself was a boon, and though she made his blood boil hot he managed to make it through the dance without ravaging her right there on the floor in front of everyone. Not that the idea had not crossed his mind. The way she smelled, the way she felt in his arms...

Then the dance was over and Deluge pulled her to the side, and swept her into a passionate kiss. He was standing there, fire in his eyes as he looked at her, when Adramalech quietly approached and spoke to him of Ms. Annette's leaving. Deluge groaned. This was certainly not the time he wanted this, but not to show this clietn, this powerful client, to her car - might be considered rude. "I shall return quickly." he had said to Hannah, and then he did indeed help Annette depart to her car.

Unfortunately the small escort turned into business talk, a multi-million dollar account that had to be dealt with in a prompt manner, Deluge's company on the verge of closing this deal. If so, that meant a rather large payday for all involved. Still, the time passed more quickly than he realized and soon nearly an hour had gone by. As Annette was driven away Deluge cursed softly and literally ran back inside, looking for Hannah.

Hannah had been getting quite lonely, and quite worried when the demon of Greed, one of the seven major Dukes of Hell asked her to dance. He'd come with several women but they all seemed occupied at the moment with some of the incubi that were present at the party. It was a simple waltz that they did, but the way that he held her was rather similar to how Deluge often held her. Strong, tender, and possessive, like he wanted her for himself, and she would have thought that perhaps he was the demon of lust if she wasn't already engaged to him.

After they danced they began talking. Hannah was actually enjoying the conversation as the demons of envy, and then eventually wrath joined in. Hannah was careful with her words so as not to upset someone, because she wanted to be the best hostess she could be. Greed and Envy were obviously attracted to her the most because they would touch her every chance they got. Hannah couldn't wait for Deluge to get back, but she began to realize that it had been nearly an hour since he'd left. She was starting to worry that maybe the old flame had actually come back and that thought upset her greatly though she didn't let it show.

"Excuse me gentlemen, but I'm not feeling well, so I think that I shall retire for the evening." Hannah said and they all nodded, but Judas, the demon of greed, offered his arm to her. "I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I did not escort my lovely hostess back to her room, now would I." Judas said though his true intent was to get her alone so that he could convince the lithe beauty to leave Deluge and come with him. Hannah was completely oblivious to his true intent and she agreed, thanking him as they left the Grand Ball Room. She greatly enjoyed his attention, but she knew that a man like him could never be satisfied with one woman, and she was very grateful that she had been promised to Deluge instead of Judas. Shortly after they left Deluge had reentered the grand ball room only to find that Hannah was no where to be seen. Adramalech was the one to approach Deluge and inform him that Miss Hannah had retired for the evening, and that Judas Montue had escorted her to her room.

Once Hannah and Judas had reached her room he put his plan into action. "Miss Dubon, please do not think me rude, but you are one of, if not the most beautiful woman I have ever met, and I find it appalling that your fiance could have left you alone for so long simply to escort another woman to her car." Judas could tell that his words had planted seeds of doubt in Hannah's mind about Deluge's loyalty, and all he needed to do was wait for those seeds to grow and blossom before he had her in the palm of his hand. "I thank you very much for your compliment, though I'm sure that it is an over-exaggeration, Monsieur Montue, but I'm sure that my fiance had no intentions of taking so long. He was probably only talking to Miss Ridare." She said, trying very hard to stay confident, though she did wander.

"Your faith in Deluge is touching, but do you really think a man like him, a man that sleeps with whores, and commands the carnal desires of the world, could be faithful to you?" He said as he began to back Hannah against the wall near the door of the bathroom. "Honestly, Hannah this isn't a fairytale." He said as he had her cornered, one of his arms placed on the wall on the left side of her, preventing her from escaping considering that there was a wall to her right. His right hand gently cupped her cheek before he grasped her chin, making her look him in the eyes. "Hannah you'd be better off with me darling, I can take care of you and your family, and you won't have to worry about me sneaking behind your back, under the pretense of taking a guest to her car. I might not be able to stay faithful to you, but I will be honest with you about what I'm doing." He said before kissing her, deeply, passionately, but she didn't respond. She refused to kiss him back but he didn't mind just yet. He knew that her mind was reeling, that she wanted to trust Deluge, but he had made it very hard for her to do just that. Now all he had to do was wait for Deluge to mess up, and she'd eventually come running to him. You don't have to choose just yet, but remember my offer. He whispered after pulling back from the kiss, but he didn't move from his position just yet, hoping for Deluge to find them like this.

Judas. Of all the Dukes it had to be him. Deluge knew that his fellow demon wanted Hannah for himself. Were it up to him he''d have all the women of the world to himself. Greedy bastard. Though Deluge knew it was simply in his nature. He stormed towards Hannah's room, and did not bother to knock before literally kicking in the door. Just as he had thought, Judas had her cornered, and a dangerous snarl left Deluge's lips.

"If you've laid a hand on her I'm going to pull your spine out through your ass." Deluge growled and stalked toward the pair. His hands were flexing as he came, clenching and unclenching. It was obvious he meant violence.

Judas smiled, seeming nonplussed. "Oh I assure you, Deluge, that I did not lay a hand on her at all. However, I cannot speak so innocently where other parts of my person are concerned."

Deluge snarled and leaped, and for the first time Hannah saw his true form, terrible and powerful and full of a millennia of power.



Judas hissed and was gone in a flash, leaving behind the enraged Demon of Lust and his betrothed. His arm snapped out toward Hannah, finger pointing, accusing. "You? What have you let him do to you?" He towered over her, ten feet of hell on earth.

"I didn't let him do anything. He merely kissed me but I never once returned the kiss." Hannah was terrified to say the least. She greatly disliked the way that Deluge was acting. He seemed as though he were angry with her and not with the man that had previously had her cornered. She felt as though he did not trust her, and she honestly couldn't understand why. She'd given him every reason to trust her, she'd been completely faithful to him. At this moment though she felt both terrified and degraded. "I wouldn't betray you like that...you should know that." She felt terrified, and hurt and her pain was obvious in her voice. "Deluge, how could you ever believe that I would ever do something like that to you? I love you...don't you know that already?" She asked as she sat shivering in fear in the spot where she had previously been cornered. She wanted so badly to prove to him that she wasn't lying, but she was afraid of him, as he was now.

He was a good four feet taller than her and this form, and he was most certainly terrifying. Even though he looked like this, she still loved him, but her body's natural reaction was to freeze and hope that he wouldn't hurt her. She trusted him, and prayed that he wouldn't let her down on this. She prayed that if he was going to at least punish her in some manner that he would at least turn back to his human form. She was sure that if this had happened under any other circumstances, that she wouldn't have been so terrified of his true form. She was afraid because he was radiating an aura of anger. She wanted him to touch her, but not the way he looked right now. She sat there against the wall, her head down so she wasn't forced to look at him, still in that same gorgeous dress that had been tempting him so much earlier that evening.

It was as he saw Hannah, cowering from him, that Deluge felt that nearly imperceptible influence. Jealousy. Deluge knew it all too well, though had never experienced it for himself. Until now. he had inspired many words on that emotion himself over the centuries, often working hand in hand with his brother.

It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.

To cure jealousy is to see it for what it is, a dissatisfaction with self.

Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.

With a cry of rage, and possibly pain, Deluge is back to his human form, hiding his face from Hannah. "I am sorry, my love. Please forgive me. Give me a moment to see our guests out, and I shall attend to you."

Deluge excused himself and did just that, Adramalech helping him usher their guests from his home. Soon there was naught but Deluge and the servants. He quickly made his way back to Hannah. He rapped lightly on the doorframe. "May I come in?" he asked.

Hannah was surprised that Deluge had actually returned. She had thought that he was much to upset with her at the moment to really be near her. His cry of rage from earlier had upset her, made her feel less than adequate. She should have known better than to allow Judas to escort her to her room. That was what had started all of this in the first place, but for some odd reason she couldn't shake a small feeling of anger that she had towards Deluge at the moment. He had immediately assumed that she had allowed Judas to touch her, simply because of the words that Judas had said shortly before he pulled his disappearing act. When he knocked she made her way to the door, as calmly as possible and opened it. The motion was rather jerky though considering that she was upset.

"What is it, Deluge?" Hannah said as she gestured for him to enter the room. She was still wearing the dress that had tempted so many men that night, and gotten her into so much trouble throughout the evening. Her cheeks were tear stained though she seemed to be done with her crying now. She was very to the point when she'd let Deluge in, as she often was when she was upset. She had every right to be upset. The man she loved had pretty much accused her of doing things with another man that she hadn't even let him do. He should have trusted her, but he didn't seem to, and she greatly disliked it. She thought that after he'd left her unattended for nearly an hour while he was with another woman he didn't have much room to not trust her.

For all she knew he could have been doing lord knows what with Annette and Hannah was none the wiser, but she'd given him the benefit of the doubt, and she was rewarded with an angry demon in her room asking her what she let another man do to her. Once he'd entered the room and she'd closed the door she let her anger get the best of her. She smacked him across the cheek as she stared at him, fire in her eyes. She wasn't entirely sure what compelled her to smack him, but she did it nonetheless, completely expecting another outburst form him because of it.

Deluge entered her room slowly and then as he turned his cheek was met forcefully by her hand. His head snapped to the side and when he turned back the corner of his mouth was bleeding. "I suppose I deserved that." he said, his voice soft. "Please, sit and talk with me." He gestures to her bed, and when or if she moves to do so, he sits on the edge of the bed with her.

"Tell me what happened." he asks, voice steady, but tinged with a bit of... fear? The Demon of Jealousy - oh how he must be laughing. Deluge steeled himself, he was in his own home after all, and carefully and precisely cut those coils he felt around himself. He immediately felt a sense of relief, as if his true self had come back home. He looks at Hannah with renewed love and even before she can explain he catches her in a warm embrace. He pulls her close. "Talk to me." he says softly in her ear.

Hannah had a look of disapproval as he asked her to sit with him, but she did it anyways. She went over to one of her drawers first and grabbed a handkerchief. When she walked over to the bed, where he was standing, she seemed to have calmed down a bit. She used the handkerchief to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. She held her hand there tenderly for a moment before sitting down and placing her hands in her lap. When he sat down next to her she tensed ever so slightly, not sure if he would turn on her again or not. When he asked her to tell him what happened she looked at her hands and sighed. As she was opening her mouth to speak, before a single word left her mouth he drew her into a tender, warm embrace.

She sighed as he held her softly asking her to tell him what had happened. She trembled in his arms as she began to go through what happened in her mind. She then began to speak, telling him what she was recapping in her mind. "Well after you left to walk Miss Ridare to her car Judas had asked me to dance. It was a simple waltz, and neither of us acted as though we felt anything from it, though he did hold me similar to how you usually hold me." She said with a sigh as she continued to go through the events of the night. "Once I realized that you'd been gone for nearly an hour I decided to excuse myself to my room for a moment. Judas offered to walk me to my room and I agreed. I suppose that that was my first big mistake. As soon as we entered the room he cornered me against the wall and asked me to leave you. He called me beautiful and told me that he would take care of me and my family if I left you for him. I never said anything to him about it, and then you came in, and...well....you know what happened after that."

Deluge winced. "I did walk her to her car, but I swear to you that naught happened between us except talk of business. There's a multi-million dollar deal that should be closing in a few days. I am sorry that I worried you. That was not my intent."

His eyes narrowed slightly as she forgot to mention the kiss. "And the kiss? I thought you had said he kissed you?"

That had been the whole problem, and that she forgot that detail, NOW, spoke that perhaps something else had happened between her and the Demon of Greed. Besides, he simply collected women. They were soon cast aside as he tired of them, but he refused to let them go, so they lived out their lives until death, as he remained too greedy to even let them go after they were old and gray. Hannah would be a toy for a year, maybe more - but never a wife. Never a love. She had to know that.

So he explained it to her. Explained what would happen to her in Judas' home. Explained in no uncertain circumstances that in HIS home, as HIS bride, she would never age, and he would always desire her. In his mind he was already plotting his revenge on Judas.

"I had no intentions of ever leaving you. Yes, he kissed me, but I thought that since I'd already told you that once that there wasn't much point in going over it again." Hannah had thought that the anger between them had subsided, but now she was starting to think otherwise. She felt very upset that he could treat her as though she hadn't earned his trust. Now she was starting to wonder whether their relationship was going as well as she had previously thought. She was rather shocked that he could expect her to believe that he, the physical embodiment of carnal desires on earth, hadn't done anything with the woman that he'd had something with in the past, though he was gone for nearly an hour with her, while she had merely been gone for about ten minutes and he was practically accusing her of lying about what happened between herself and Judas.

"At least now I know how much you trust me. You claim to love me, but the moment Judas says something even slightly compromising you would believe him over me." She said with a smile as she got up. She was not going to just sit there and allow her fiance to call her a liar. She loved him, but she was hurt that he could speak to her as though she only just come into his household the day before. She walked over to her dresser and took out one of her nightgowns. She didn't give him a chance to say a thing to defend himself before walking into the bathroom and changing. When she came back out she still seemed rather irked. She stood in front of him with her hands on her hips and looked at him.



"I love you Deluge, and not a thing Judas could ever say would change that, but I find it very hard to believe the same when I've been here for three months. Would you mind telling me when I've ever given you a reason to doubt me? When have I ever lied to you, or given you a reason to not trust me?" She looked rather upset as she argued her point. Her eyes seemed rather watery, as if she were tearing up, or on the verge of crying as she looked at him, displaying the hurt that she felt from his words.

Deluge felt the fool, and the hurt in her eyes spoke volumes. He stood as she presented herself to him, and crossed those few steps to her. However, his ire for what she had done, had allowed done, to her, was not something he was going to let go so easily. Never had the Demon of Lust felt jealousy, and it was not a feeling that he liked.

Deluge knew that this night he would claim her. He had desired her for so long now, and never had he refrained on the desires he felt for her. Always had he slaked his wants as they occurred, and yet his time with Hannah had been very different. Despite how close they were to being wed, Deluge felt his desire, overwhelming now, and he was unable to hold back his desire for her any longer.

His hands trailed fire over her skin as he wrapped them about her slender waist. "I must have you Hannah." he said, voice low as his lips drew near to hers. "You were wrong to let him escort you to your room. To allow a demon, especially a Prince, to escort you to your room... was very foolish. You relinquished what power you may have had over him, invited him. The only reason, the only reason he did not take you, rape you... was because this is my house. He would have faced my wrath, and in my home I am the law. Just as he is within his domain.

His right hand snapped up, catching Hannah's chin, the grip firm, but not overly tight as he forced her to look at him. "Do you understand?" He waited for an answer as his senses filled with her and both hands trailed down her arm to her wrists. Then, with a sudden movement, he grabbed those wrists and pushed her back, her body now pressed between his and the wall, his arousal clear and his eyes burning with his desire for her.

"I think it is time we let everyone know just who you belong to." he said, voice barely more than a whisper but carrying all the authority of Hell. He pressed to her, pinned her there, and claimed her neck with his mouth. Kissing, licking and biting, Deluge slowly began to move her toward her bed. One which would soon be their bed.

Hannah was looking down, refusing to make eye contact as she listened to his words. She knew now that she never should have invited Judas into her room, and she was certain that she'd known deep down inside of her before she'd invited him in, but she hadn't been thinking straight when she'd allowed him to escort her. She knew that Deluge was right, and she hated it. She wished that she could take back what she had almost allowed to happen, though she was sure that now Deluge didn't trust her. She had to admit though that this strong possessive side of him was incredibly arousing.

She felt a chill go down her spine as Deluge pinned her to the wall, his commanding presence was most alluring to her and she couldn't help but press herself against him in an almost submissive manner while bringing her lips to his ear after he let her chin go. "Oh Deluge, darling, I understand completely." She said with a sigh as she practically purred the word completely in his ear. She wanted him, especially when he was taking charge like this. "Oh, and just who would that be?" She couldn't help but tease him when he said that they should let everyone know who she belonged to. A shiver ran down her spine as he attacked her neck. As he moved her towards the bed she moaned, leaning her head to the side to give him better access to her neck.

His lips paused only briefly as he answered her. "Me. You belong to me. You. Are. Mine." The words were growled and he kept hold of her wrists as he moved her to the bed. Once there he put her on her back, still pinned with her hands to either side of her head. His eyes were dark with his desire, and as much as she may have wanted to tease and tantalize with her attire, with a wave of his hand it was gone. As were his own clothes. Naked together, in her bed, there was no doubt where Deluge was taking things - to their logical natural conclusion.

"I want to see you, see your face." he said, his knees forcing hers apart so that the hot length of his member pressed between her legs. He moaned softly at the feel of that damp heat, and his hips rolled, the thick ridge of his cock parting her outer lips to rub along her slickening inner folds. He teased like this for quite some time, wanting her ready, despite his desire to punish her. He'd not take her by force, even if she'd asked. Not her.

Yet there was no more need for words and he could feel her own desire rolling off of her now, feel her pulse down below, and knew she was wet and aching. Placing the head of his cock at her entrance he pressed into her, that long thick length penetrating her, relieving her of her virginity once more, her maidensblood now on his length. He stayed within her as deeply as he could without harming her, and let her adjust to him. The entire time he watched her face.

Deluge knew the pain she was in. As the embodiment of lust he had taken the form of a woman many times, though his natural form was male. Still, he'd tempted men, made them want him, as a female, and given many his own maidensblood. Sure, it was not entirely true, but when he formed himself as a virginal female he suffered all of the pains and problems they had. It had been many years since he had done such a thing, but he was not entirely unfamiliar with how she had to be feeling.

The way she writhed beneath him, and thrashed her head back and forth - it was all rather inflaming for him, and he was glad to be inside of her, and watched with a bit of amusement as she bit her own arm. After a moment she seemed to relax and turned to face him, her eyes red and her cheeks stained with tears. At that moment there was no sight more beautiful to Deluge. Save one that would come later; the look of utter pleasure that he hoped to bestow upon her.

Her hips rolled and Deluge lowered himself to her to claim her mouth in a kiss, a kiss that declared his want of her, his passion for her. As his lips met hers and his weight bore down upon her, her breasts pressed to his chest, those nipples taut and hard against his skin, his own hips rolled. That moved several inches of his length in and out of her, and the pace he set was slow and steady. Her sex grasped and gripped at him, and he reveled in how her muscles contracted around him, as if it had a mind of its own.

He sat up then, on his knees between her legs, and remembered her flexibility, her dancer's grace and range of movement. His hands pressed to her inner thighs, just above her knees, and pushed her legs apart. Deluge moved slow in this as well, and son the outsides of her thighs laid on the bed, her legs spread wide, her sex splayed open even as he was nestled within her. He spared a glance down to that wonderful sight, her body impaled on him, her tightness wrapped about him, and the way she looked while he was inside of her. He pulled his hips back, the ridged head of his cock just barely in view, before he slid back in. Long languid strokes penetrated her over and over, the head of his shaft tapping incessantly at her womb, her depths plumbed.

Still, that pace did not last for long, and as he felt, and sensed, that her body was accepting him, he moved faster. Soon he had a steady rocking pace going, sac slapping at her ass and he'd stop now and again, deep inside, to grind at her, pelvic bone pressing on her clit, the small tuft of crisp hairs just above his shaft tickling and tantalizing that small bundle of nerves with each inward stroke. His hands moved from where he'd braced them just above her shoulders, to her breasts. Fondling, caressing and squeezing those soft wonderful globes, his fingers pinched and tweaked and rolled her nipples, never quite enough to cause pain, but certainly to make the presence of his hands known. Now and then he'd tug her nipples, lifting her breasts away from her, before letting go and watching with delight as those mounds would then go back where they rightfully belonged.

Hannah was trying to keep her breathing regular as she had rolled her hips to let Deluge know that she was alright. When he kissed her though she felt like he was pouring everything into that one kiss. She could feel his want and need for her, and she could feel a certain tenderness that surprised her. She reveled in the way he was kissing her, the way he was touching her, and the way he felt buried so deep inside. She was slightly surprised when he had positioned her so that she was splayed to the world. She was also surprised at the pleased look on his face when he looked down at the sight.

She couldn't help but feel entirely vulnerable to him, and that made her feel uncomfortable, as though she had no control over the situation, and in all honesty she didn't. The position she was in was one of submission, not of dominace. She was relinquishing most of her control to Deluge in this moment, a sign of complete trust. Still she felt uncomfortable being so exposed to the world the way she was so the moment his hands left her legs she wrapped them around his waist. She let her arms wrap around his neck, one of her delicate hands grasping his hair to drag him into a kiss, while the other made small circles between his shoulder blades, occasionally dragging a nail or two across his skin.

She was having the absolute time of her life at this point when he began to speed up the pace. She threw her head back against the bed beneath and moaned. She certainly enjoyed the way he was treatin her, and with the way she kept moaning it was quite obvious to her why he was the demon of lust. "Deluge..." she was practically purring and moaning his name as the pace quickened. She was bucking her hips against him like a mad woman. Wanting nothing more than for him to continue this erotic dance of theirs.

Her name on his lips, the slight sheen of sweat on her skin, and especially the way her hips rose to him as he thrust into her; all of these things were as ambrosia to Deluge, and he grew more passionate and lustful as they continued. His rhythm was steady and fast, a constant movement that rendered her replete over and over, and those sounds she made encouraged him. Yet he knew the best way to make sure she took her pleasure from him - and that was to put her in control.

Deluge rolled, hugging her close, until she was atop him, still impaled on his cock, and her weight now settled over that thick member and keeping him anchored inside of her. His hands slipped to her hips, as his own rolled, and then up to her breasts. Large hands cupped and squeezed her breasts, just barely teasing her nipples as he encouraged her to move on top of him, to set her own pace.

"Love me." are the only two words which leave his mouth, and he waited to see just how she would meet those words. Would she take that as some sort of command, or simply as a request from the man who loves her? Deluge has handed over control to her, allowing her to do as she will.