Ruined building

@☫ Sena Her look & vibe: https://i.imgur.com/dW6H7oA.jpeg

Scum on different planes, different entities that wreak havoc on their little place called *home.* The mere fact that Sena is once again ruining her plot of puppets she displayed for her pleasure, her captures! Whom she owned, those are HER souls. They belong to her! And here the sly fool is making his way over to ruin their entirety all over again. Sinners are scum on earth, sent to hell for their punishment, their lesson being learned in the form of the devilish overlord ruining them inch by inch, peeling off their skin while using her tools, different aspects of torture she enjoys, not physical only, mentally, emotionally... The senses on her tingled with the urge to ruin the male who was wreaking havoc on her playthings. Pissing her off to no end as she glared at the view before her. Spotting the slender male as he hovers over the lifeless soul trying to catch a break and there it is, the dissipating ashes of her powers going lower and lower by the minute.

"Sena!" The demoness snarls out, eyes glaring a bright crimson as the powers in the succubus sizzle over her frame, electrifying at her fingertips and down to her toes lodged in her boots. "You ing ! I told you to leave my sinners alone!" The woman lunged at him, her demonic wings spreading out as she latched her limbs around the other, slamming him back down against the cold, hard floor — not caring that his head hit the concrete with a dull thud as a slender hand winds its way around his neck, squeezing her fingers around his pretty larynx as her eyes glare into his. Teeth baring and sharp with annoyance as she snaps out with a low snarl, "You're nothing do you hear me?! Get your own ing puppets to use and leave mine—" Her fingernails slide into the supple, alabaster flesh and ripples of red come free from his gorgeous skin. "Alone!"

@☫ Hirai Momo ⁂ Sena groaned in satisfaction as he rolled his head back one vertebra at a time. Blood dripped down the two wakizashi blades he held in either hand. He grinned up at the ceiling, his adam apple quivering as his grin melted into a sadistic laugh. At his feet lay the corpse of a Sinner. The body was covered in shallow cuts, none vital by themselves but in sum the cause of significant blood loss. Sena had played with him this time. Originally he'd wanted to jump out and kill him in one go, but seeing the fear on the guy's face had made him change his mind. This had been slow, deliberate, playful. The dirty floor of the ruined building was covered in splotches of blood depicting the victim's attempted path to escape. But how can you escape in a place so full of shadows? Tsk tsk, these Sinners never learned. Sena rolled his head to the side, as it cracked and then rolled his head forward. Just a minute later he was sumo squatting to stretch his inner thighs, stretching his neck and his arms. Who said hellspawn didn't need to stretch after exercise? Twas the healthy thing to do. Satisfied or rather bored, Sena stood up straight again and eyed the body, twirling his right wakizashi as he did so. "Hmmm..." The soul thread was no longer attached to the body and now led to a different place out of the ruined building. Should he go find the poor er now, or give him a bit of a break? So many choices... Ah, he could always go play with that girl. She was very fast, hard to catch, especially satisfying to kill.

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@☼ Na Jaemin ⁂ She watched him lower himself slightly and she held her breath, not sure what to expect from him, then as he mentioned her knuckles she immediately used one hand to cover the raw knuckles and holding her hand to her chest as she looked the man up and down.

“Jaemin… I… Tsuki…” she repeated and responded, still keeping her distance from the man as she watched him cautiously, trying to see what she could tell about him. She’d never been good at reading people and this wasn’t really any different. Instead she could just feel tears welling up in her own eyes. “You can make it go away?” she questioned, holding her hands tighter to her chest.

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@⊹ Fukutomi Tsuki Anxiety, bloodied knuckles, eyes that shook as they looked upon him. Something dark and pleased curled inside Jaemin as he took these facts in. The perfect prey. Jaemin didn't take a step closer, but he did lower himself slightly to be more at eye level with the fallen angel. He was no stranger to patience; to taking things slow and playing the long game. As long as he got what he wanted in the end he could wait just a little bit longer.

"That looks like it hurts," he says, nodding towards her hands. He smiles with his lips, eyes closing just enough to hide the emptiness in them so that his expression appears warm. "I can help, if you want me to. Make the pain go away. All kinds." The physical, the mental, the emotional, the spiritual - and anything in between. Jaemin couldn't truly make them go away, but he could certainly trick the brain into thinking it were so. "I forgot to introduce myself, didn't I?" he asks softly. "My name is Jaemin. What's yours?"

@☫ Hirai Momo ⁂ There was a look on her face that tells him that he's in for a long night. He stood patiently, waiting for her to make the first move, not wanting to anger her. The sinner stood still whilst she stared him up and down. He could see her eyes ravaging him from what she could see under the coat. He couldn't help but sighed in relief when she pulled away, giving him no chance to disappoint her by humping her hand. She seemed pleased with his answer, telling him that he might have just read her mind. He kept his mouth shut when he felt that slap on his , feeling the sting of it and the prickling sensation appear, hissing a little when she squeezed a cheek.

He had to follow. the drawstring on his coat is not a leash yet he couldn't help but feel compelled to follow. He tried his best to keep up, wanting to please her, following quietly unless he was spoken to. The coat eventually came off and the cold winds sent a chill down to his bones. But he knew better than to try to cower and hide. His lust addled mind couldn't help but anticipate what is to come next. His was hard and leaking even after the walk that they did. "Yes, mistress." he answered, he wanted to be wrecked, ready to be milked dry with whatever the demoness wanted from him. His eyes followed her as she walked over to the curious chest. She said that she had his favorite toys in there and he wondered just which of them will she be using on him tonight.

A red collar, his favorite collar, one that showed who he belonged to. He wanted to kiss her back, wanting her tongue in his mouth, to get more of her aphrodisiac like taste that drives him mad. But alas she shoved him down to his knees, hitting the pavement quite roughly, knowing that they might be slightly bruised tomorrow. He tilted his head back, giving her better access to secure the collar around his neck. She secured it as tight as it could go, cutting his breathing just slightly but he liked it this way. "Yes, mistress." he repeated, struggling to swallow the lump in his throat. He waited in anticipation as he felt those fingers through his hair, the next thing he knew, his face was buried right between her legs. He could smell her musk, feeling the dampness of his mistress' arousal. He rubbed his nose in, opening his mouth apart to accept what his mistress would consider a reward.

Mouth wide open, tongue sticking out to lap against the clothing material, trying his best to on his mistress' . It was as if he memorized where she liked it best. A minute is not nearly long enough for him, but he is eager to please. The words that were thrown his way fell on deaf ears as all he could think of at the moment was the other's mound in his mouth.

@☼ Hwang Hyunjin 'Pain and pleasure like light and darkness, succeed each other. Your pain gives me pleasure in this endless night of sweet desire.'

The beauty of the moonlight shines down in its everlasting glow, casting silhouettes of the duo's bodies against the walls lining the pathway they're walking from the studio toward her favorite spot to have some fun with her little pet. The kiss awoke something rowdy deep inside of Momo's gut and she cannot deny the lust that she felt at that moment to just say * it* and have the younger on his knees as she holds onto his pretty head, fingers dragging his silken strands, yanking and tugging his beautiful features as she burrows his face deep inside the tightness of her exposed mound that's hidden from the pants she chose to wear. Usually, on days like this, she enjoys making it easy for the younger to grasp onto her thick thighs and bury his face as he takes and takes and she shamelessly gives and gives. Allowing her womanhood to ruts all over his godly features, marring his bruised lips, sliding her cream over his pointed nose and pink-tinged cheeks, and allowing the essence of her sweet nectar to glide down his throat and neck, landing on his chest.

"You did what you could, that's all I'm going to comment and say on that, but it seems that even if you were treated roughly and used until no return, you're still oh so needy and desperate for more. You're such a ing Hyunjin-ah, look at you, all pathetic and ready to lay down right here on this dirty pavement to allow your mommy to have her way with you." Scoffing under her breath, the softness she owns for the taller male dissipates thoroughly as her crimson-laced orbs glare up at him and her orbs drop down lower to stare at the little flaring his coat makes while shifting with the chilled wind. Exposing his pebbled s genuinely makes the demoness's mouth water, tongue heavy in as she her brims and gulps down the lump of need lodged in .

Other times, she would proudly showcase just how much control she has over her own needs, acting like nothing affects her all because she plans on intimidating her little s, but in the now— something about Hyunjin causes Momo to waver a little, a hand lingering a bit too long on his clothed , barely covered from how hard his girth is, thick and hot, throbbing against her slender palm. She's positive his head is leaking pearly droplets that are all ready for her to simply lap over and swallow it all down.

"It's as if you've linked with me during our time of fun together my baby boy, my beautiful love, so precious and sweet for me aren't you?" Her finger flicks under his chin and she cheekily tickles beneath his chin in a manner of treating him like a puppy, her pet indeed, and just as he described his wants, it's exactly what the red-eyed demoness wanted to do. "Reading my mind through and through. Lucky for you, I've stashed away some of our little toys in the old abandoned building close to the hotel so how about we go there and we have our fill yeah?" Giving the boy's firm a rough slap, she gives his cheeks a generous squeeze before humming under her breath and tugging on the drawstring of his coat that's barely keeping his sinewy body cloaked. So pretty and y and all for her eyes to feast on — at least for now. Unless she's lucky enough to have a couple of other demons or sinners prowling around to watch her play with her precious baby boy.

It doesn't take long for the duo to reach the ruined building and she's tugging on his makeshift leash that isn't sadly attached to a collar just yet. Turning her body to face him she unravels the coat and pushes it off of his slim frame, eyes hungrily raking him from head to toe as she takes him in with a soft groan of approval. Wrecked and ready to please aren't you, my love?" Crooning lowly, the woman walks over to the box she left there, a lock and key presented as she fishes out the set of keys ready to open up the box full of numerous toys and gadgets for her little pet. Grabbing the collar with the little pendant dangling on the pink colored strap, *puppy*, she attaches a red leash made of leather to the front before walking over to the handsome boy and sliding her hands around his shoulders to yank him down to her level.

Her lips brushes his teasingly and she flicks her tongue out before exerting force and shoving the taller down onto his knees. "Stay where you belong mutt," her eyes churn into a dark crimson shade and her lips pull into a taunting smirk, eyes darkening as time passes and she starts getting the collar around the pretty neck she loves to mark as her own. Even if Hyunjin has others, at the end of her day, her little knows where he's going to be coming back to. Right between Momo's legs, where his rightful place is, head buried in between, laving up every inch of the demoness's needy . "Tight enough, pretty?" Asking lowly, she squeezes the collar onto the last stretch, choking his throat in, but she knows that the sinner is pathetic enough and aroused enough to want it and take it, he's just that desperate for the pain, wanting to suffer tremendously by her hands. Giving his cheek a solid pat and a small smile she inches down to grip onto the leash and she brings his head in while holding the leather tight. Coiling it in between slender digits as her hand reel his head in and she immediately shifts her thigh up a bit, even clothed she was positive that the male can smell the musk of her swollen , aching to be touched and rubbed up on with his pointy nose and succulent, luscious, able lips.

"You have one minute to enjoy yourself, rub your face in all you want, make me wet for you baby boy, and then prepare yourself for our little work mm? Gonna be a good puppy for me, right? Be my little on all fours, showcasing your gorgeous little and heavy all eager to be stepped on for everyone to see?"

@☼ Na Jaemin ⁂ Tsuki had make a point of sticking to the various abandoned buildings. They were usually quiet, with very few people using them, and they tended to have more hiding places if she ever needed to disappear quickly, though today she was caught off guard.
She’d been anxious about everything and had found her hands itching again and was scratching at her knuckles when the voice had came. She hadn’t heard any other signs of someone coming and at the soft voice she’d jumped despite how quiet the words were. Immediately turning to face the source and backing away from the man as she watched him, trying to gauge his intent as he spoke again.
“I-I-I-“ she couldn’t think of what to say as she stammered, stopping her slow backing away as she felt a wall behind her. “Please don’t come any closer…” her voice wobbled slightly as she spoke. “Who are you?”

@⊹ Fukutomi Tsuki Today's trip to the back alleys and other dilapidated, emptier sections of the Pride Ring have not been very fruitful. Jaemin has come across a scant amount of potential souls; those he did find were either too out of it to be properly taken or already had the claim of an Overlord he didn't feel like tangling with at this time.

He doesn't expect to find much of anything in a ruined building near the edge of everything after such a disappointing journey. But his luck seems to have taken a better turn.

Through the less used halls of the building, closer to the sides than the center, he finds a Fallen among the rubble. Her pink hair cascades over a pretty face twisted in some expression of discomfort, or perhaps fear? Jaemin can't tell yet, but his interest is certainly piqued as he steps closer to her. "Hello," he says, eyes shining with something like satisfaction. He speaks quietly so as not to spook her, "What are you doing here, angel, hm?" Jaemin doesn't have to read her heart to know that something is wrong. "Do you need help?" He asks not out of genuine concern, but he makes it sound so.