The Snake (Warning: Some may find this content.... Shocking)

Sam pushed himself on top of the sleek form of Azazel, his powerful hands clutching at her breasts over her clothing as their lips met.

Azazel seemed steadfast in submitting to him, he hoped that It would become a habit. Sam's cock was already throbbing for her by then and so he wasted no time in sliding down her body and slipping his hands into her Skirt "Sammael I-" before she could even finish any kind of protest, Samuel had ripped her Panties away from under her skirt and latched his mouth onto her pussy, He Mound was warm and wet and Wanting it drove him crazy.

The Second his mouth locked onto her clit the Demoness yelped out at the sudden sensation, her hands gripping tightly on the sheets of the bed. Sam was merciless in his rapid licking, moving his tongue with lightning speed across her clit until the Demoness clutched at his head and began to tense up.

A cold hiss came from Azazel as her Thighs clamped on his head, a hard and tense writhing came from her body as the clutches of a Powerful orgasm overcame Her.

Sam's excitement had only risen between the Demon-General's thighs, his Hands now black and clawed forcing her legs apart, His heavy Demonic snarl making Hazel grit her teeth in anticipation.

Azazel squirmed a little, Sam snatching at her wrists as He slithered up her sleek form "Be Still." He growled into her ear, the Demoness doing as Her Master commanded, though Her face was twisted with desire-filled malice. Sammael felt it again, that surging energy building as his skin darkened and spiraling horns ejecting from his forehead "So, fragile, pink and tasty... how many times will I get to punish You before You expire I wonder?" He spoke, his clawed fingers sending small jolts of electricity arching on her bare thigh, Hazel bit her lip, her eyes closing tightly as the Bolts grazed at Her skin "I am You SSServant...." Her voice relapsing into its serpentine fashion "You can torture me until I'm dead... My Massster." Azazel pushed Her body up against his, the fabric of her cardigan doing little to hide her tight form.

Her forked tongue extended from her jaws, the length of it lapping at his strong neck, The serpentine grace of Her movements were not lost on Sam, Uncomfortable indeed... the way she spoke, the way she slithered and moved in her new skin, He couldn't help but relent, his body pulling away, his eyes ceasing to burn and his Monsterous visage disappearing back into the depths of his demonic soul.

"My Prince?" She asked, her voice still hissing and inhuman... She was strangely comfortable, a little too comfortable, way more comfortable than Azazel the Bloodthirsty Snake would actually be during the subjugation of her body, it was then that Sam noticed, a little pinprick... a subtle little nibbling sensation in his chest, carefully eating away at the power of his soul.

Sam's eyes widened as He smiled ominously, "Oh You silly little reptile." He growled, his hand beginning to grasp at the soft flesh of her neck, the Clawed demonic hand slowly tightened as He spoke: "You're tethering me arent You?"

"To tether another is to Suck at the power of another, a technique that only the most powerful of us can master." That is what Azazel had told him in the Fourth Circle, taught him within the depths of Greed on how to steal the strength of another. all at once, leaving only a husk of a being behind or slowly, carefully so that one will slowly grow weaker while You sap their strength, leaving them none the wiser while You arose above their pathetic leftovers.

Hazel smiled coyly, though Her body had tensed up and began to shake; Her flesh quivering in fear "I taught You well." she whispered, Sam sneered at her "I think I see how this is gonna go, Very well... if You want to play like that!"

Sam with all of his might, clamped unto Her soul, unleashing his avaricious hunger upon Her and drinking deep from Her depths.

Azazel's eyes widened and lips pressed together as Sam sapped Her strength, Sam was quite enjoying the feeling, it was an intoxicating thing taking that much power at once and from a cute little platinum blonde at that, and so He seized the opportunity.

Sam lifting up Azazel's frozen form by Her neck, pulling her away from the Bed and setting Her harshly against the ground "I cannot be bothered to play these games with You Az, You are bound to me now," Sam pulled up her skirt, revealing Her little pussy, still glistening from the earlier attention "And since we are stuck with each other and You are charged with protecting My family, I wanna make something clear..." Sam slowly pushed two of his fingers into her, Her hole opening easily as she grunted weakly "...You are Mine, Your life is mine, Your Blood and Bones, Your stupid face and Tight little cunt belong to Me now, and if I think for one moment that You are trying to fuck me over," Power began to build in Sam's forearm, the electricity growing as it eased through his wrist, down to his fingertips and straight into Azazel's wet pussy "Then You madam are going to feel My fucking wrath!"

The Demoness writhed, groaning harshly as Sam zapped mercilessly at her entrance. Her body quaked as the energy was pulled away by the tether and replaced by Sam's bursts of electricity.

When he had stopped, Azazel's eyes had rolled in the back of Her head, Her body still shaking and 70 percent of Her power stolen, Sam smirked, removing his fingers from Her snatch which was now dripping from the Over-stimuli.

He wiped his finger's on her skirt and stood up in his Human form, slick and handsome as always "I hope that I have made myself clear?" He looked down at Her, eyes flickering and half-open, tears streaming down from her cheeks "Hello?" He nudged her with his foot "Shit, did I kill her?"

"I...." she said, Her voice jumping from the still traveling shock around Her body "I... understand, M-Mas... M-Mast-t-t-ter" Sam grinned, "Awesome, See You later buddy, oh and make sure You clean Yourself up before You come to My place."

Sam put his hands in his pockets and left the Room then, leaving Azazel in that Hotel room a sweaty, jittering mess.