**WARNING*** This is kinda rated R...you've been warned!
Sarah had taken Mor out for another ride, in hopes of finding the black and white mare she had seen the day before. The day was nice enough, not too overly hot for her, with a few clouds in the sky.
Just as she entered the clearing where she had seen the herd, she heard a twig snap behind them. Her head jerked to the side, violet eyes looking around. She saw nothing, and continued on cautiously.
A large figure jumped from a near by tree, tackling Sarah off her horse and onto the ground. It was quite a fall, and it knocked the wind out of her. Sarah gasped, and coughed, while trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
The figure was atop of her, his hands gripping her wrists and forcing them onto the ground. Sarah snarled, and struggled, her wings trying to flap behind her, though those too were pinned on the ground.
She recognized the figure almost a second there after. Damon...the demon that had hired her to kill all of those elven people.
"I want the job finished, you bitch!" Damon screamed at Sarah, his red eyes looking down at her with rage and hatred.
"I dont do that any more, Damon! You should know that!" Sarah screamed back at him in demonic.
Damon smirked down at Sarah, his lips parting showing his pointed teeth "You've gone soft again, havent you? I thought we were over this, Sarah. You know what will happen, if you do not work for me anymore."
Sarah released her right hand from his grip, punching him across the jaw. It hardly even made him flinch. "Thats a risk im willing to take Damon."
Sarah's entire body was then engulfed in black flame, her signature move. Damon just laughed, his voice an eco in her ears. He looked down at Sarah, and cocked his head to the side. He brought his lips down to hers, giving her a long kiss, his tongue forcing its way between her red lips and into her mouth. Sarah wrinkled her nose, biting into his tongue an not letting go, even though Damon squirmed until Sarah had bitten his tongue completely off.
Damon rose and gave a great roar of anger. Sarah just smiled at him, and spit his tongue onto the ground as she sat up. "You will have to kill me before I go back to you!"
"Well then, Sarah, that can be arranged, cant it?" Damon was much more quick than Sarah could ever hope to be, and she knew it.
"Aye." She would have to out smart him. "Damon, your right." Sarah stood, by now his tongue and grown back and his licked his lips, smiling at her.
Sarah ran her index finger over his chest, then pressed her body against his much better chest. "You are, definately right. What a team would could make, huh?" Her lips closed in on his, until she was whispering to him. All the while, her hand was going to her side where her dagger was kept. He was so focused on Sarah's lips he hadnt noticed. Damon gently took Sarah's left breast into his right hand and gave it a squeese.
As she kissed his lps, she plunged her long dagger deep into his stomach, wrenching it up toward his chest. He gave a great gasp, and moved away from her, his right claw coming across her face to give her deep gashes across her cheek and jaw. Sarah knew she could not fight him, and gave a whistle for Mor. Mor came running toward them both, Damon still fighting to get the dagger out of his body.
Sarah grabbed hold of the Horn and lifted herself onto the saddle.
"Hurry, Mor, hurry!"
In a last effor, Damon threw her now loose dagger at Sarah, the dagger going deep into her left shoulder. Sarah gave out a loud yelp, but continued on, riding hard into the forest, going every which way in an efford to lose Damon.
The efford did not work, and Sarah could see Damon swooping down from the sky toward her. She unsheathed her sword and plunged it deep into his chest just as he was to take her out. His eyes went wide and he fell to the ground, Sarah's sword still in his chest.
Mor kept galloping as if he were an experianced war horse. Sarah watched him grow smaller as the pair went further and further away from him until he was gone.
Sarah had taken Mor out for another ride, in hopes of finding the black and white mare she had seen the day before. The day was nice enough, not too overly hot for her, with a few clouds in the sky.
Just as she entered the clearing where she had seen the herd, she heard a twig snap behind them. Her head jerked to the side, violet eyes looking around. She saw nothing, and continued on cautiously.
A large figure jumped from a near by tree, tackling Sarah off her horse and onto the ground. It was quite a fall, and it knocked the wind out of her. Sarah gasped, and coughed, while trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
The figure was atop of her, his hands gripping her wrists and forcing them onto the ground. Sarah snarled, and struggled, her wings trying to flap behind her, though those too were pinned on the ground.
She recognized the figure almost a second there after. Damon...the demon that had hired her to kill all of those elven people.
"I want the job finished, you bitch!" Damon screamed at Sarah, his red eyes looking down at her with rage and hatred.
"I dont do that any more, Damon! You should know that!" Sarah screamed back at him in demonic.
Damon smirked down at Sarah, his lips parting showing his pointed teeth "You've gone soft again, havent you? I thought we were over this, Sarah. You know what will happen, if you do not work for me anymore."
Sarah released her right hand from his grip, punching him across the jaw. It hardly even made him flinch. "Thats a risk im willing to take Damon."
Sarah's entire body was then engulfed in black flame, her signature move. Damon just laughed, his voice an eco in her ears. He looked down at Sarah, and cocked his head to the side. He brought his lips down to hers, giving her a long kiss, his tongue forcing its way between her red lips and into her mouth. Sarah wrinkled her nose, biting into his tongue an not letting go, even though Damon squirmed until Sarah had bitten his tongue completely off.
Damon rose and gave a great roar of anger. Sarah just smiled at him, and spit his tongue onto the ground as she sat up. "You will have to kill me before I go back to you!"
"Well then, Sarah, that can be arranged, cant it?" Damon was much more quick than Sarah could ever hope to be, and she knew it.
"Aye." She would have to out smart him. "Damon, your right." Sarah stood, by now his tongue and grown back and his licked his lips, smiling at her.
Sarah ran her index finger over his chest, then pressed her body against his much better chest. "You are, definately right. What a team would could make, huh?" Her lips closed in on his, until she was whispering to him. All the while, her hand was going to her side where her dagger was kept. He was so focused on Sarah's lips he hadnt noticed. Damon gently took Sarah's left breast into his right hand and gave it a squeese.
As she kissed his lps, she plunged her long dagger deep into his stomach, wrenching it up toward his chest. He gave a great gasp, and moved away from her, his right claw coming across her face to give her deep gashes across her cheek and jaw. Sarah knew she could not fight him, and gave a whistle for Mor. Mor came running toward them both, Damon still fighting to get the dagger out of his body.
Sarah grabbed hold of the Horn and lifted herself onto the saddle.
"Hurry, Mor, hurry!"
In a last effor, Damon threw her now loose dagger at Sarah, the dagger going deep into her left shoulder. Sarah gave out a loud yelp, but continued on, riding hard into the forest, going every which way in an efford to lose Damon.
The efford did not work, and Sarah could see Damon swooping down from the sky toward her. She unsheathed her sword and plunged it deep into his chest just as he was to take her out. His eyes went wide and he fell to the ground, Sarah's sword still in his chest.
Mor kept galloping as if he were an experianced war horse. Sarah watched him grow smaller as the pair went further and further away from him until he was gone.