01-05-2010, 02:41 PM
Azetha pulled her paw back prepared to strike at him again but she froze when her brother's face turned back and she looked into his eyes. Here own eyes flew wide with fear, held entranced by the demonic power that poured behind his eyes. Her paw throbbed but she only barely registered it before his hand shot forward and gripped her roughly around the neck, cutting off her air for a few seconds. The temperature of the room soared compared to how it had felt moments earlier, but she knew that wasn't a good thing.
The young tigress could see her brother years earlier when another half-demon had been picking on her while she was walking to the mall. He was being a bit too forward with her, and when Raziel showed up, the pair had come to blows. Neither was really hurt, but the other male conceded and ran away before their powers came to lethal potential. He recognized that he would lose and ran from her brother rather than risk his death. Even then, Raziel had pursued him, and it was very difficult to calm him out of his rage. She knew that the look in his eyes meant that he was focused on her in a similar way. Her muscles grew rigid, and ice cold, but not because of his power. She felt herself freezing up because pure, animalistic terror welled up inside her as she gazed into his eyes. She tears running from her wide eyes, and her body betray her as it fell into near lifeless submission. One wrong move could mean her death.
She lay limply as he pulled her ripped, bloody pants, and her more intimate coverings away. A whimper of utter hopelessness fell from her, and she felt her heart sinking at the inevitable end of the situation. There was nothing she could do. This was happening, and nothing could stop it. She wanted to scream, but her throat was too tight to let out anything but a quiet squeek as he invaded her with his finger.
She managed to squirm slightly as he lay on her belly, and pushed his masculinity against her tender, unused opening and panic rose in her again. It was checked by the utter despair that overwhelmed her and all she did was quietly whine for him to stop. Of course, he would not. She felt his thrust and the girth of his member thrusting through her visceral innocence. She felt the fragile membrane tear away as he forced himself into her body, and bright, vicious pain shot through her body causing her back to arch. She leaned her head back and let out a long, loud shriek.
After a moment, she stopped screaming, and fell flat on the bed, squirming slightly and sobbed through panting, and whinces of pain. "Please" she begged quietly, weakly pushing at his chest, "please, stop..." Blood ran out from around his member in a few, tiny drops; the last signs of her broken virginity.
The young tigress could see her brother years earlier when another half-demon had been picking on her while she was walking to the mall. He was being a bit too forward with her, and when Raziel showed up, the pair had come to blows. Neither was really hurt, but the other male conceded and ran away before their powers came to lethal potential. He recognized that he would lose and ran from her brother rather than risk his death. Even then, Raziel had pursued him, and it was very difficult to calm him out of his rage. She knew that the look in his eyes meant that he was focused on her in a similar way. Her muscles grew rigid, and ice cold, but not because of his power. She felt herself freezing up because pure, animalistic terror welled up inside her as she gazed into his eyes. She tears running from her wide eyes, and her body betray her as it fell into near lifeless submission. One wrong move could mean her death.
She lay limply as he pulled her ripped, bloody pants, and her more intimate coverings away. A whimper of utter hopelessness fell from her, and she felt her heart sinking at the inevitable end of the situation. There was nothing she could do. This was happening, and nothing could stop it. She wanted to scream, but her throat was too tight to let out anything but a quiet squeek as he invaded her with his finger.
She managed to squirm slightly as he lay on her belly, and pushed his masculinity against her tender, unused opening and panic rose in her again. It was checked by the utter despair that overwhelmed her and all she did was quietly whine for him to stop. Of course, he would not. She felt his thrust and the girth of his member thrusting through her visceral innocence. She felt the fragile membrane tear away as he forced himself into her body, and bright, vicious pain shot through her body causing her back to arch. She leaned her head back and let out a long, loud shriek.
After a moment, she stopped screaming, and fell flat on the bed, squirming slightly and sobbed through panting, and whinces of pain. "Please" she begged quietly, weakly pushing at his chest, "please, stop..." Blood ran out from around his member in a few, tiny drops; the last signs of her broken virginity.
Fhtagn!