innerdaemons | continuations (nsfw)

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[ he finishes off the last bite of the organ and then just, takes the knife to delve right back in there -- though he can't directly access his lungs and heart and the like with his ribs in the way he can still grab a fistful of intestines. ]

Mm. I imagine not, considering the insults he was slinging at me previously.

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temperedinpride

What did he call you again? Monster?

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sancrimony

[

whimpers again, the little furrow in his brow returning; by now there's a cold sweat starting to form on his face, though some color starts to return to his cheeks ]

Edited Date: 2020-09-03 06:28 am (UTC)

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innerdaemons

A vile serpent as well! My feelings were quite hurt.

[ he's cutting through some of the tissue holding the intestines together before dragging them out, not seeming to notice the color in Lucifel's cheeks. ]

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temperedinpride

[He's noticing though, tracing a finger over the dusting of pink.]

Hmm..? Oh. Yes, I am sorry you were so wounded.

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sancrimony

[ wincing again, shifting—trying to move to lay on his stomach, now ]

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innerdaemons

You do not sound terribly sympathetic.

[ he slices a chunk of his intestine and puts it in his mouth, one hand occupied doing that while the other holds onto his hip to keep him from turning. ]

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temperedinpride

Simply curious about his reactions to this. They are a bit strange. besides, you do not actually care what he called you.

...Do you?

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sancrimony

[ certainly not moving with enough force to actually turn over if he's being stopped, though he just kind of tries to roll to lie down on his back instead ]

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innerdaemons

Not truly, know, but you can at least pretend as if it matterd more.
[ he'll allow for that! he will be taking his hand out of him to grab his knife again, starting to extend the cut from his side to the front of his belly. ]

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temperedinpride

[Pet pet. Shhhpet]

It would matter if you cared, I assure you.

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sancrimony

[ with himself on his back, and with absinthe cutting through his clothing and through his skin, absinthe and lahabrea can both see the faint glow of something red under the clothing at his stomach; moreover, when absinthe reaches a certain point with the knife lucifel jerks in his spot. he's still plainly asleep with how he's otherwise prone, but from the back of his throat he lets out a groan, cheeks flushing darker ]

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innerdaemons

[ he tips his head into the pets, distracted for a moment from his slicing, with a sigh --

and then pauses as he notices the glow. his free hand moves to tug his shirt up, see what's causing that. ]

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temperedinpride

[Hm. The blush wasn't a mistake then???]

Has he always been into this sort of treatment?

[Also looking to see what's glowing.]

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sancrimony

[ underneath his shirt looks to be a tattoo that wraps around his bellybutton, tapering down to his pelvis; it's broken up into fourteen parts, though some parts are hidden under his skirt and tights. most all of them are dull red outlines, but one of them—the closest, partially cut by absinthe's knife—glows in pulses, bright red beginning to fill the outline. ]

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innerdaemons

Some, yes, but this mark ... It's unfamiliar to me.

[ curiously he presses against it with his fingertips, swiping blood over the tattoo ]

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temperedinpride

A new corruption, perhaps? Like his body? Or perhaps the body is merely an upgrade, like my own.

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sancrimony

[ to the touch he groans again, brows knitting together while his hips barely lift from the bed; the pulsing mark settles, completely filled in color now ]

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innerdaemons

Ah, perhaps. Remarkable how it can react even while he is asleep.

[ he strokes over the tattoo, watching how his hips move, while he puts the knife down to stroke down his leg to his thigh. ]

I wonder if it intense enough a sensation for him to climax, just like this. Even as he is being torn apart.

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temperedinpride

[He keeps petting Lucifel's head, watching in kind of disinterest.]

Do you always play with your meals so? You know they're rather disgusting creatures.

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sancrimony

[ pressing his face down against lahabrea's thigh, his breath picking up audibly as his hips lift again; under the skirt, his erection starts to stir, skirt and tights keeping it from being particularly defined but the tenting becoming apparent nonetheless ]

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innerdaemons

That is what makes them fun to play with, my friend. What depravity they sink to.

[ he rubs his hand over the tent briefly before that hand lifts and he sinks his fingertips into the cut on his belly, widening it forcibly with his digits alone, stroking the tattoo all the while. ]

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temperedinpride

[He hms, watching Absinthe thoughtfully and then looking down at Lucifel.

He reaches into his coat to pull out a knife.]

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sancrimony

[ are you still petting his head

he moans again, twitching and shifting, trying to turn onto his side—still, his erection only becomes more apparent, as another piece of the tattoo begins to pulse faintly with light ]

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innerdaemons

[ Absinthe has his gaze cast downward, fixated on Lucifel at the moment, not noticing the knife - - prying his fingers in and only picking up his own knife when he meets muscle his fingers can't get through, slicing though there as well. ]

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