When the passionate french kiss was finally broken Nu licked her lips and mumbled to herself "Delicious..." The taste of his saliva swirled inside her mouth even after they parted lips. The feeling warmed her whole body. If it were up to her she would always use this method instead of biothermal control to warm herself up. It was much more pleasant.
When she heard his suggestion to change locations she turned her head left and right rapidly, only now noticing they were out in the night. Her mind was still dazed after the sensation of the kiss and her voice was squeamish. "Y-Yes, we should go elsewhere..." It was an adorable voice that no one has heard from Sylvietta before. She was passive and submissive, and wished for those careful hands to always hold her and make her heart race like it is now. 'This isn't good... anymore and I'll fall for him completely...' She thought to herself while moving along to search for a hotel.
When she heard his suggestion to change locations she turned her head left and right rapidly, only now noticing they were out in the night. Her mind was still dazed after the sensation of the kiss and her voice was squeamish. "Y-Yes, we should go elsewhere..." It was an adorable voice that no one has heard from Sylvietta before. She was passive and submissive, and wished for those careful hands to always hold her and make her heart race like it is now. 'This isn't good... anymore and I'll fall for him completely...' She thought to herself while moving along to search for a hotel.
Azrael's cheeks turned a light pink as she called his saliva delicious, he quietly said, "Y-yeah...", her body was warm, he was still hugging her close to him, and breathing heavily. This was amazing, she was amazing, he had fallen for her already he just didn't know it. She looked incredibly cute when she looked about, she looked like she was not fully here, recovering from the sensation. When she spoke up, he hugged her closer, her adorable voice made his mind race, he quickly kissed her again on the lips, and afterwards nuzzled his nose into hers, before finally letting go of her warm body, but his hand did trail down to grab hers.
He began to walk around the village, and seemingly not a second later, a hotel was presented to them, this was old fashion, like everything else in the town. The name of the hotel was, "Sleeping Beauty", it sounded kind of funny, but as soon as he heard beauty he couldn't not think of Sylvie....wow....apparently that kissed confirmed his feelings. He wasted no time to get inside out of the cold weather, and to be alone with Sylvie, you could tell he was in a slight hurry. Their was a female receptionist at the check in as they walked into the hotel, she greeted them, saying the name of the hotel, she seemed bored.
Azrael quickly said, "Uh...Do you have any rooms available?", he looked at her hopefully, and waited for a response. She smiled and said, "You're in luck...only one more...It's a single-bed though...but by the looks of it you won't have any problems with that...", she smirked at the couple holding hands. He blushed slightly and said, "Sure...", he just threw down the money and said, "Keep the change...", and the women gave them a key and told them their room number. Azrael quickly pulled Sylvie along up the stairs and threw a few hallways before he finally found their room, fumbling with the door for a bit, he unlocked it.
He proceeded inside and laid the vodka on the bed, he decided he would tell her a little about himself now that they had the privacy. His whole story, he trusted her enough to tell her everything. The way that he told stories would like quite different from most, because he began to take off his coat, and then his clothes underneath that, but only the clothes covering his upper body. He set his clothes down and looked at Sylvie.
Azrael's body, was a work of art, everything was perfectly sculpted, every muscle was rock hard, and it looked like he was a Greek statue, or a god, you wouldn't be able to think of any other man who had a better body. You could tell that he had a very warm body, because there was steam coming off of it, even while they were indoors. He was blushing uncontrollably, but he turned around to show her the markings he had on his back, four symbols written in the darkest of black was traced over his flesh, they were definitely not of the mortal plains, but they were not demonic, which only meant one thing. Azrael was part angel, "The church raised me, I was abandoned on their doorstep, they saw something special in me, probably because I am half man half angel....", he didn't say anymore, letting that soak in he sat down on the edge of the bed, opening up the vodka, and drinking it straight from the bottle.
He began to walk around the village, and seemingly not a second later, a hotel was presented to them, this was old fashion, like everything else in the town. The name of the hotel was, "Sleeping Beauty", it sounded kind of funny, but as soon as he heard beauty he couldn't not think of Sylvie....wow....apparently that kissed confirmed his feelings. He wasted no time to get inside out of the cold weather, and to be alone with Sylvie, you could tell he was in a slight hurry. Their was a female receptionist at the check in as they walked into the hotel, she greeted them, saying the name of the hotel, she seemed bored.
Azrael quickly said, "Uh...Do you have any rooms available?", he looked at her hopefully, and waited for a response. She smiled and said, "You're in luck...only one more...It's a single-bed though...but by the looks of it you won't have any problems with that...", she smirked at the couple holding hands. He blushed slightly and said, "Sure...", he just threw down the money and said, "Keep the change...", and the women gave them a key and told them their room number. Azrael quickly pulled Sylvie along up the stairs and threw a few hallways before he finally found their room, fumbling with the door for a bit, he unlocked it.
He proceeded inside and laid the vodka on the bed, he decided he would tell her a little about himself now that they had the privacy. His whole story, he trusted her enough to tell her everything. The way that he told stories would like quite different from most, because he began to take off his coat, and then his clothes underneath that, but only the clothes covering his upper body. He set his clothes down and looked at Sylvie.
Azrael's body, was a work of art, everything was perfectly sculpted, every muscle was rock hard, and it looked like he was a Greek statue, or a god, you wouldn't be able to think of any other man who had a better body. You could tell that he had a very warm body, because there was steam coming off of it, even while they were indoors. He was blushing uncontrollably, but he turned around to show her the markings he had on his back, four symbols written in the darkest of black was traced over his flesh, they were definitely not of the mortal plains, but they were not demonic, which only meant one thing. Azrael was part angel, "The church raised me, I was abandoned on their doorstep, they saw something special in me, probably because I am half man half angel....", he didn't say anymore, letting that soak in he sat down on the edge of the bed, opening up the vodka, and drinking it straight from the bottle.
Sylvie walked at a fast pace after the hunter. When they found the hotel she noticed one small snowflake fall down from the sky and melt on the ground. For some reason she was so fascinated that she never noticed the woman on reception or her words. "Is it going to snow toni-ah!" He derailed her train of thought when he began dragging her upstairs to their room. At this point she just stood still and sighed, letting the man literally drag her there, seeing how eager he was about it. Quite the funny sight.
When they entered their room Nu sighed once more and turned around to take her boots off. "Geez, you could have at least warned me that we were runni- ah!" For a second time she was caught off guard when she turned around and noticed Azrael quickly undressing. 'I went too far! He's a man after all! All the lust built up from the kiss caused the sexual monster inside him to break free from its chains and fence, and now he wants to breed!' She thought in the spur of the moment and wrapped arms around herself, as If to protect her body, eyes shut tight.
When she opened one eye to peek, curious as to why she wasn't attacked yet, she noticed the strange symbols on his broad back. After hearing his story Sylvie didn't show much of a reaction. She walked over to the bed and sat behind her 'holy' 'friend' and rested her head against his right shoulder. Her gentle hands fondled his back all over "Heh. You're right. The symbols react negatively to my touch. The polar opposite type of magic flows through you." If these two looked unrelated before, now they seemed like two sides of a coin. But just like a coin, they were stuck together.
One hand moved in front to caress his chest, feeling his muscles. "Despite your origin, you're very much human. You have a heartbeat. You breathe. You blush. You smile..." After the calm words, the girl locked her lips on Azrael's neck, kissing and nibbling on it gently while her hands massaged both sides of his torso.
When they entered their room Nu sighed once more and turned around to take her boots off. "Geez, you could have at least warned me that we were runni- ah!" For a second time she was caught off guard when she turned around and noticed Azrael quickly undressing. 'I went too far! He's a man after all! All the lust built up from the kiss caused the sexual monster inside him to break free from its chains and fence, and now he wants to breed!' She thought in the spur of the moment and wrapped arms around herself, as If to protect her body, eyes shut tight.
When she opened one eye to peek, curious as to why she wasn't attacked yet, she noticed the strange symbols on his broad back. After hearing his story Sylvie didn't show much of a reaction. She walked over to the bed and sat behind her 'holy' 'friend' and rested her head against his right shoulder. Her gentle hands fondled his back all over "Heh. You're right. The symbols react negatively to my touch. The polar opposite type of magic flows through you." If these two looked unrelated before, now they seemed like two sides of a coin. But just like a coin, they were stuck together.
One hand moved in front to caress his chest, feeling his muscles. "Despite your origin, you're very much human. You have a heartbeat. You breathe. You blush. You smile..." After the calm words, the girl locked her lips on Azrael's neck, kissing and nibbling on it gently while her hands massaged both sides of his torso.
If Azrael spotted the snow than he would be much more inclined to stay and look, but then again he was in a hurry to tell her about himself. Anyone that saw the couple would probably burst out laughing, Azrael sure did look like he was taking control of the situation.
It would take a while for Azrael to take his boots off, they were big and heavy, and were partially made of metal, he decided to just leave them on. He expected her to yell or react like that when she saw him taking his clothes off. The air felt uncomfortable, and he could practically hear her thoughts of him going to try forcing himself upon her, no not any time soon, besides he likes consensual love. He saw her wrapping her arms around herself as he turned around.
He felt her weight on the bed behind him, which made him lock up. Azrael felt her head rest on his shoulder, her soft hair and skin touched his, and every muscle in his body contracted. He felt her hands glide over his back, listening to her as she explained how she was getting negative vibes from them, she was right, the polar opposite did flow through him, but he also had another secret. Angels had the ability to contain demons, including magical energy, and convert it to their own.
But before he could show her the next thing, he felt her hand move to his chest, which caused him to take a deep breath of air, and begin chugging the vodka. In about 10 seconds he had downed half of the bottle, and he removed it from his lips to take in a deep breath of air and breath heavily. She was definitely right about that, he had all of the qualities of a human, so did she. When she locked her lips onto his neck he let out a sigh, "Ahh!...", kissing was one thing, but the feeling of her gently chewing on his skin with her teeth was to much, the sensation felt too good. Her hands were also working their magic on him, feeling on his torso, if she didn't want to unleash the beast, this was definitely not helping. He gently moved her hands away from him, and stood up, handing her the bottle of vodka while he put his undershirt back on.
He said, "I'm not finished! Geez, you're going to make me do things that I'll regret...", he seemed completely unfazed at the fact that he drank half a bottle of hard liquor. Azrael reached his hand up to take off his eyepatch, chanting a few words before he did so. When he revealed what was underneath, you could visibly see his aura change, red swirled within the white holiness that once was, you could hear demonic chanting in your head. His eye glowed a crimson red, and the pupil in the dark red iris was slanted. "Once their was a powerful demon....A hunter slayed that demon, and judged it, the demon gave him a proposition, seeing that he was part angel, he could bind himself to a certain part of his body, and have an individual mind apart from the hunters, he would still be able to exist. In turn, the Hunter would be able to convert the demonic energy into his own, making him even stronger, the demon...was Tarv the keeper of time........the rumors about me are true, I can live forever, but not until recently, this was all one year ago...", he pulled out his pocket watch, "Plus I have a few extra abilities....", he motioned towards the vodka and said, "You might want to start drinking, because it's going to get more confusing...", it was great advise, but more of a suggestion. Azrael covered his eye back up with the eyepatch, and his aura returned to normal.
It would take a while for Azrael to take his boots off, they were big and heavy, and were partially made of metal, he decided to just leave them on. He expected her to yell or react like that when she saw him taking his clothes off. The air felt uncomfortable, and he could practically hear her thoughts of him going to try forcing himself upon her, no not any time soon, besides he likes consensual love. He saw her wrapping her arms around herself as he turned around.
He felt her weight on the bed behind him, which made him lock up. Azrael felt her head rest on his shoulder, her soft hair and skin touched his, and every muscle in his body contracted. He felt her hands glide over his back, listening to her as she explained how she was getting negative vibes from them, she was right, the polar opposite did flow through him, but he also had another secret. Angels had the ability to contain demons, including magical energy, and convert it to their own.
But before he could show her the next thing, he felt her hand move to his chest, which caused him to take a deep breath of air, and begin chugging the vodka. In about 10 seconds he had downed half of the bottle, and he removed it from his lips to take in a deep breath of air and breath heavily. She was definitely right about that, he had all of the qualities of a human, so did she. When she locked her lips onto his neck he let out a sigh, "Ahh!...", kissing was one thing, but the feeling of her gently chewing on his skin with her teeth was to much, the sensation felt too good. Her hands were also working their magic on him, feeling on his torso, if she didn't want to unleash the beast, this was definitely not helping. He gently moved her hands away from him, and stood up, handing her the bottle of vodka while he put his undershirt back on.
He said, "I'm not finished! Geez, you're going to make me do things that I'll regret...", he seemed completely unfazed at the fact that he drank half a bottle of hard liquor. Azrael reached his hand up to take off his eyepatch, chanting a few words before he did so. When he revealed what was underneath, you could visibly see his aura change, red swirled within the white holiness that once was, you could hear demonic chanting in your head. His eye glowed a crimson red, and the pupil in the dark red iris was slanted. "Once their was a powerful demon....A hunter slayed that demon, and judged it, the demon gave him a proposition, seeing that he was part angel, he could bind himself to a certain part of his body, and have an individual mind apart from the hunters, he would still be able to exist. In turn, the Hunter would be able to convert the demonic energy into his own, making him even stronger, the demon...was Tarv the keeper of time........the rumors about me are true, I can live forever, but not until recently, this was all one year ago...", he pulled out his pocket watch, "Plus I have a few extra abilities....", he motioned towards the vodka and said, "You might want to start drinking, because it's going to get more confusing...", it was great advise, but more of a suggestion. Azrael covered his eye back up with the eyepatch, and his aura returned to normal.
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