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Lady Fury is bound in unholy matrimony

Fury pressing herself against a wall and sliding to the floor as she closes her eyes. The worried whispers of the crowded Crypt seem to drift away as the shadows engulf her, there's a swirl as the stone before her replaces the world about, with a familiar corridor. The crackling hearth before her swells as she arrives, glinting off the stone, then dies to a quiet flicker. She whispers to herself “fuck” as she exhaled and breaths in the comfort of home. She runs her hands along her neck letting her sword fall to the floor next to her. Thinking back on the battle she just had, the air slipping from her lips the world fading away. Too close.. once again

A clicking sound on the stone floor behind her catches her immediate attention. Whipping her head back looking for the sound. An Imp dark colored, yellow-eyes sits atop a gargoyle-like embellishment jutting from one of the columns just outside Fury’s bedroom door. The small creature's tail coils and uncoils around the gargoyles neck, the long stinger on the end clicking against the stone with each rotation. In a quiet voice it hisses.

“The Master informed me of your inevitable arrival and said that I should see to your needs until he returns home.”

The coiling and uncoiling grows faster as the Imp grows agitated. Fury groaning moves to her knees and begins slowly removing her armor.

“So what is it the Lady demands of this one”

The Imp hisses. Fury sighs “food… I need food” she says as her breastplate clashes to the floor.

With a few muttered words, he unfurls his wings and flaps away down the corridor. Picking up her sword, Fury plants it firmly against the floor. Pushing herself to a stand, stretching out as she does so. Picking up her gear she slowly walks barefoot along the stone floor. It’s warm. Carefully she places her armor in the cabinet. As she starts to walk back to the fire she stops. Looking down at her sword she turns back placing it beside her armor. The first time she has been somewhere she felt she could sleep without it beside her. She’s snapped to with the sound of flapping wings coming back down the hall. He reappears with a stone platter of tubers surrounding a roasted scorpion, tail and all. He sets it on the table by the window and places beside it a cracking-claw for the shell, as well as a knife and fork. He then retreats to the same gargoyle and begins grooming his wings, throwing Fury sideways glances through the open door every few minutes. Fury gives him a grateful nod before sitting down and taking her first bite. Closing her eyes as she chews slowly. “Worm…” she barks shortly, looking to the Imp. “Could you get me a hot towel and strong alcohol?”

Worm replies with murmurs and the flap of wings as he disappears once more down the hall. A few minutes later, the sound of footsteps echo across the floor as a warm cloth slides down Fury’s shoulder, a kiss finding her neck, and a crystal goblet sets down on the table with a clink. A familiar soothing voice rumbles. “Welcome back, my love.” His voice… “Kas” she whispers. Melting into his kiss she leans back in her chair revealing her neck to him. “It's good to be back.... here to join me for dinner?” She says letting her fork fall to the plate feeling his smile beneath his kiss. “oh, my appetites are awful particular this evening, but I'll join you nonetheless.” Despite his words, he doesn't move to sit and instead continues kissing her neck, every touch like the lick of a candle. “We have so much to discuss…my lady”. Breathing in his kiss she grabs the goblet, taking a long sip before she turns around, sliding back. She sits on the table still holding the goblet one foot resting on the chair. *what shall we discuss first?” She smiles wickedly before taking another sip.

His hands still planted firm upon the table, he slowly moves his head to look up at her, eyes flaring. “I have a gift for you. I've come upon a rare individual, one whom I've searched for, for some time. A Sorcerer who knows the name of an Adversary of mine. He's willing to share with me the name and his soul, in exchange for a bit of magic I'd gotten ahold of and fifty years to use it. I was of the mind to let you handle the contract...” His words ring out with a growl.

Fury’s eyes light up with excitement and intrigue “oh? That is quite a gift”.

His eyes flare once more as he pushes away from the table and turns away, his voice continuing to carry over his shoulder. “I thought you might like it. Nothing quite like the feeling of the first hit... I can't wait to see you experience it.”

He then pauses, turning back. “It does come with some expectations however. Kas rapidly approaches her, hands shaking. “I'm on the cusp of something great and I want you to come into the fold. I want you to be my lady, my voice, and when the time comes, my general..... I want to feel the power coursing through you as we rise together....” His eyes flick about excitedly.

Taking another sip she sets the goblet down. “What are your specific expectations?” She sighs and twists her hair between her fingers as she lets her hair down from her braids.

“That we'd finally join in unholy matrimony. That we would be partners in these new endeavors. You've proven yourself as capable and deadly as you are beautiful and I know that the power we can achieve together will make you even more-so.” His hands find her face, his eyes locking with hers. His voice quiets into a whisper “be mine....” She leans back on the table licking her lips. “hmm what happened to 1000 years?” She grins mischievously.

His smile cocks as he lowers himself in front of her. His fingers dance along her thigh burning little holes in to her pants as he pulls at her waist band. “a little book accelerated my timeline... when opportunity knocks I'm not one to ignore the door. Together we can bring you the power you've always dreamed of, as long as I know your heart belongs to me. Your recent activities make me wonder.... The time is now... its right there, ripe for the taking” His last word cuts off as his tongue slithers out tearing at her waistband. Her hands run along his horns then pulling back on them. She tips his chin up to meet her gaze. “which activities do you refer to exactly..” She asks pointedly as she takes a deep sip.

He smirks, rising in front of her “you just seem like you've gotten a tad soft. Very willing to put others before your quest for power. That's not the woman I know and I wonder how much the act has started to rub off on you. I would see you be a queen, not wasting your mind on those worth little more than the soul in their chests... Then there's this newfound friend. This Carmine...” He hovers over the name somewhat displeased. “He could be a great problem if your resolve isn't steadfast.... or he could be a great asset if you and I were working towards the same goal...”

“Oh please” Fury says as she rolls her eyes. “You wouldn’t be asking me these things if you truly thought I was going soft… My visions are clear as well and my missions. This Voros situation needs to be resolved. I pity them in a sense. I’m doing all of this for us.”

She hops down from the table, rubbing the marks on her neck as she walks over to the fireplace. “Now Carmine.” She exhales. “Carmine has surprised me no doubt. While I still feel a growing darkness in him, the light in him grows rapidly as well. Any plan I may have had for him… it will be harder now.” Her words leave her lips with a sting. She stares intently at the fire watching it pulse seemingly synced with her own. “I need them…. Both of them”

“Listen” He growls. “The voros situation is actually why I need you here.” The fireplace swells with his words. “Zariel is distracted and distant. She spends her time obsessing over that pathetic city and as such her guard has lowered. If Bel doesn't move against her in the near future, I'll know him to be too much a fool to be a real threat. With the right pressure in the right places, it will be simple to pit them against each other. And from there they will topple. No one will stand before us.”

“As for Carmine. His role to play doesn't need him to fall.... not yet.... just to disrupt. Let him tear around with those toys on his hips and the pride of heaven at his back. Let him step on Zariel's toes. For the more he does, the more likely Bel will take an interest in you all. And that is our prize. Yes” he purrs. “Let him go about his Righteous duty... just so long as he learns nothing of our plans.”

“So, my dear?” He asks, turning her to face him.

She leans into him, wrapping her arms about his neck, whispering to his ear. “It’s high time you see me in a crown.”

As the words leave her lips she feels the fire erupt behind her and from his eyes as the room warms rapidly. His voice calms, his body relaxes and he asks. “Bonds like this get sealed with lust... would you like your present before or after?”

Leaning in, she kisses his chest. “Before” she whispers.

His shirt melts away in flames that kiss her cheeks as he turns and snaps his fingers. The lad will be just out by the hearthside table... *he says softly*

“Got it. Anything I need to know beforehand?“ She pushes off of him feeling the flush on her cheeks.

He hands her a shard of wood wrapped in blue-silk. “Just set your terms, make sure you get the name, and seal it with whatever you fancy. I'll be nearby if you need anything.“

She holds the shard of wood tightly. “Let’s get this done, I'm eager to get back to you” She says, biting her lip.

He smiles broadly, a fire in his eyes as he says “after you, my love. The next 1000 years begins tonight.”

As Kas follows her out into the central chamber, a tall, lithe, pale man, with ebony black hair comes into view. “Sinclaire, my son. You look well. Might I introduce you to the Lady Fury. She'll be handling the details of the deal.”

The man holds a book tight to his chest and one can feel the power emanating off of it. He shifts uncomfortably as he asks “does she have it then? The piece?”

Fury opens her hand with the wooden Shard and glances up with a smirk.

Sinclaire's eyes go wide as he gazes at it with wonder... he moves to take it as if it were the most precious thing in all creation.

Before getting too close Furys hand folds shut around it tightly. “Are we ready then?” The words flow from her lips like silk.

Snapped back into reality, Sinclaire looks up, suddenly aware of his surroundings. “yes... yes of course,” he stammers, as he fiddles with his bag and produces a pen and parchment. From behind them, the sound of laughter, Fury never thought she’d hear from a devil. Her eyes glistening with excitement.

“So.... uh.... what are the terms?” Sinclaire asks nervously.

Fury steadies herself before beginning. “In exchange for your soul and the name, you shall receive this piece of magic and 50 years to use it. Upon your death your soul belongs to me and only me. As well, any who die as the result of this magic belong to me.”

Sinclaire pauses and hesitates, then steels himself and turns his determined eyes up towards her. “Done. Where do I sign?”

Fury steps forward and abruptly pulls Sinclair to her, kissing him. Kas lets out a low growl as Sinclaires name appears at the bottom of the parchment.

Then she feels it, a warmth wells up inside her. She feels the heat spread through her body and grow warmer and warmer. It feels as though it’s trying to tear itself from her out her fingers, eyes, her mouth. Wherever it can find. She's never felt such raw power straining against her very being. Releasing her kiss Sinclair stumbles back. Then she feels it, the long curved horns pulling themselves from out her temples. The fire licks her skin. Her vision grows sharp as the shadows seem to part before her. Then his final line, “and the deal is done.” An explosion of force fills her. But the heat no longer feels painful. In her heart she knows that no power in the verse can stop her as she feels Kas’s presence pressing against her mind, enjoying the transition with glee. Sinclaire looks up with concerned eyes and steps away from the page. “is it.... is it done?” Her eyes closed taking in the feeling, running her fingers along her horns. She exhales before coming back. “Oh yes.. it’s certainly done” as she opens her hand revealing the silk wrapped wooden shard once more. Sinclaire grabs at it timidly.

From behind her, cold words reverberate about the room and through her. “See you soon...” Kas snaps his fingers and the terrified Sinclaire disappears in a column of flame.

“How do you feel, my love?”

Fury turns to him looking at her hands as though they are brand new. “Powerful,” she smiles.

“Good...” He coos, resting them in his as he delights in the energy coming off her. “You've never been more beautiful than you are right now.”

“You think so,” she smirks, “it's not too much?”

“Too much" is a concept for weak mortals. It doesn't exist for those of us willing to take it all.” A devilish smile spreads across his face. He draws Fury in close to him, eyes closing as the power radiates across him like a hot shower. “Now, come with me, my Lady. We have a bond of our own to seal...”

She grins wildly and follows behind him running her nails along his back as he leads her to her bedroom.

His tails wraps about her waist, as he waves his hand and the door slams shut behind them. Kas turns to her as he gently runs his hand along one of her new horns, while the other pulls her smoldering shirt from her back. Each touch, once burning, now a stirring warmth. His eyes glow a deep purple that stands in stark contrast to the dying light of Avernus that emanates from the balcony beyond. Fury running her hand along his exposed chest down to his waistband. She leans forward kissing just above his navel and sliding her tongue up to his neck. The heat on her tongue feels exquisite as she does so. His hand tightens about her horn as he pulls her into him. His free hand runs along her exposed side as his tail uncoils from her hips and slithers between her legs, rubbing along her smoothly. He pulls firmly on her horn, forcing her chin to look up at him just as she did to him earlier. She lets out an exacerbated breath as she bites her lip then breaths him in. “Make me yours” She whispers.

“You ARE mine...” he growls as his eyes glow, his skin warms and his pants melt away. His tail grips her thigh tightly as it lifts her into the air and lowers her towards his hardened cock. The flames dancing off him tingle against her form as he pulls her close. Looking intensely into her eyes as he slowly fills her, that wicked smile wide across his face.

Crying out with pleasure as she jerks herself to him, the sensation truly nothing she's felt or experienced before. She rocks against him pressing her chest to his and bites his neck hard growling back with his flesh on her lips. “and you are mine.”

His neck heals before her eyes and his eyes spark happily. He pulls her down hard upon him as she rocks, growling and groaning with each movement. With a jolt his wings sprout from his back as he lifts them in the air. He carries her to the bed. As they both touch down, he slams into her hard and whispers harshly. “Then take me...”

His tongue snaking out of his mouth and wrapping about her face, tugging hard at her mouth. His long nails dig deep into her sides as he seems to lose his composure, his body flaring as flames wick off his skin.

Arching her back, her moans of pleasure mixing with her cries of pain. Fury runs her hands along his wings gently before sharply dragging her nails across his shoulders and arms drawing from them, down to his wrists gripping them tightly. She runs her leg across his back and down his thigh gently before quickly hooking his leg jerking it to the side whilst pushing his hands up pushing off with her other leg. She rolls them so she is on top of him. As she smiles, lifting her hips and dropping them with quick precise movements along his member. She holds his wrists to his stomach, balancing herself upon them. “Beautiful and powerful?” She mimics his tone. “You ARE mine.” As she leans back her breasts glistening in his fire glow.

Kas seems taken aback at first, then settles into the rhythm, his tail running up her side and wrapping about her neck, squeezing ever so slightly. It's dagger-like tip traces the side of her face “the most beautiful...” he whispers between strokes.

“The most powerful... imagine living like this every day. Feeling that soul deep within you... feeling the thousands of them... like suns welling up... holding all that power... we will take it...” He groans as his orgasm approaches. “together...”

Fury’s breath hastens as she feels him, her legs quivering as the rhythm fills her with heat. “We will take all of it.... “ she places his hands upon her breast as she melts into his touch clawing at his wrists as his thumbs flick and circle. His smile coy as her body jolts with each touch. “Together” she says shakily.

She feels him Coil and release inside her at the word. He grips tightly and thrust up into her over and over. Then finding the rhythm once more and falls into it, eyes popping open to devour her. The pressure welling inside her. Clutching to him she’s barely able to catch her breath. She bites her lip trying to hold out. Her whole body shaking. She draws her nails along his tail following it to the tip. Pressing it against it. “I … I can’t!…” she screams.

“Complete it, my love.... Bond with me... let us be one.” His smile widens with glee. “Know that once you finally release your transition will be complete.. cum… cum for me” he growls, as he arches forward sliding his hands from her breasts. One wrapping about her waist guiding her movements and the other between her thighs guiding her to her ecstasy. His eyes a glow as they look upon her, her body quivering, her moans ringing out. He craves her even as she is his. His tongue snakes out finding its place upon her breast as it dances about her. Her body trembling uncontrollably only held in place by his tail about her neck. Climax. She releases it all, crying out as she does. The space envelopes in shadow and the skies darken. The Columns crack and crumble as his wicked smile grows brighter. Flames erupt about the room. “Kas’wrath!!” She screams out, her mind filled with her loves true and complete name. As he releases into her again as he is caught in the moment.

As his tail releasing her Fury collapses on to him. Holding her tightly their breaths sync as they enjoy the heat from the dying flames. After a few minutes. Kas rolls Fury next to him, moving to enter her once more.

“This will be a long night,” he whispers. “I hope you don’t have anywhere to be”

A sly grin forms along her lips. Her eyes dancing with devilish fire. She sits forward pulling him in for a deep kiss before grasping his horns and guiding his kiss between her legs. His eyes a flame keeping contact with hers before grasping her thighs, letting his tongue guild his lips to their purchase. She inhales sharply and grins grasping at the sheets, arching her back as she chuckles. “This is the only place I need to be.”

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