Who: Crowley and Lilith What:: A wee bit of torture/not quite character death When: Today Where: Crowley's room, tree house #32 Warnings: Torture, also some arousal. Definitely NWS, but this game isn't exactly work safe, so. Open To: Residents of tree house #32
They'd been lovers once. Of course it had been more of a mutual using each other to get what they wanted. In the end, Crowley had picked up the Winchester's scent, and well, Lilith had learned a few tricks to try between the sheets. How juvenile it all seemed now, how naive he'd been, how immature.
For the most part, since his arrival on the island, Crowley had been keeping a low profile. He had been taking notes, gathering information about the island's various residents. He had file after file after file on the particular nightmare called the Winchesters. He had yet to figure out what magic was working so keenly to keep bringing different versions of those wretched boys to this one central place. If it were up to him, he'd kill them all.
But then something shinier had caught his eye. Luring her up to his room had bee far too easy. Apparently she had enjoyed their little tryst, and wanted more.
He seduced her, lavished her with kisses and a lover's attentive hands. he stroked and caressed, he fingered her to bring her right to the edge. With her eyes hooded and her mouth open, her body tense with the height of pleasure, he pinned her to the wall, and her day went from looking pretty awesome to really craptastic in a matter of seconds.
He had to improvise a bit, and a bed wasn't nearly as effective as an examining table, but he'd make it work. He had her tied down with iron cuffs, and he had a wide variety of tortuous instruments laid out on the beside table.
"The way I see it," Crowley held up a very tiny, but very sharp knife. He dipped it into a water bottle, containing not only water but a crucifix, while he spoke. "If anyone knows what's going on around here, that someone would be you. Well, you or Luci himself, but I'm going with...you."