Dark Souls

The Unholiest Paring

"Do you remember what that first time felt like, to be with someone every bit as powerful, as tormented, and as cursed as you?" -Aurora de Martel, The Originals 

Amaya felt something coming. 

She didn't know what, but she could feel it looming over her like a cloud. 

A thunder cloud. 

One she couldn't shield herself from. And that made her nervous. 

Amaya didn't do nervous. 

To get a better understanding, she took a nice lavishing bath. The crystals surrounding her tub for knowledge, understanding, and protection as she took a shot of gin. The steam rising from her tub pulling her deeper into its warmth as her herbs and violet rose petals sent the premonition through her mind. 

Amaya saw blood, her screaming, a man's strong back, and black eyes with no pupil or sclera. 

Amaya shot up in the tub, her black hair sticking to her face as she looked at the cement wall in front of her. 

She pushed her wet hair off her face before climbing out of the tub. Walking naked through her home, she could feel her skin heating up as it dried the water from her skin. Sitting at her alter, Amaya prayed to her ancestors for guidance on the upcoming threat. 

But she was just warned to not fight it. 

Amaya was frustrated because she didn't know what it was. How the f**k was she to know what she's not supposed to fight if she doesn't know what it is? But Amaya knew not to try to demand something from a bunch of dead people. 

They'd just shush her like a child and break their connection. 

Amaya decided a walk through town would help clear her head. But as she was walking through the dismal and ugly little shops run by the most boring of mortals Amaya couldn't help but wonder what had pulled her here. 

Sure she could see why a mortal would chose this place as their final resting place. It was dismal and boring, Sombre had no nightlife, no crime. It was a quaint little place where she could cause mischief. 

But then that would be work for her. There was nothing appealing to her to cause trouble for or with. 

While passing an actual decent looking shop, Amaya walked in.

 Immediately sensing the power radiating throughout the shop, Amaya hummed as she played through the racks of clothes. It was obvious this store was aiming for the 13-17 slightly bad girl punk rock demographic. 

But Amaya did find somethings that interested her. 

As she was looking at the jewelry, she turned when she felt the familiar magic that was embedded in the store. Only less...mature. Seeing a young redheaded girl looking at her, Amaya asked, "Can I help you?" c*****g an eyebrow the girl immediately popped back, "No, but can I help you?" 

Amaya scoffed a little amused,  "A little young to be talking back don't you think?" The girl huffed flipping her red hair out of her eyes, "Look lady either get something or don't I honestly don't care. Just do it before your arthritis starts bothering you." 

Crossing her arms over her chest, Amaya didn't know whether to smite the little witch or like her. 

Smiling a little Amaya asked, "What's your name red?" The girl smirked, "Sophia." Amaya hummed as she looked the little girl over. Sophia couldn't be older than thirteen, her red hair glistened and shined with silver glitter, her pale skin dotted with multiple freckles. 

"Where are your parents?" Amaya asked curiously looking around her. Sophia sighed as she headed to a stool and flopped down, "Dad split, mom's getting lunch. You?" 

Amaya shrugged, "I'm grown, kind of lost all value in them." 

Sophia looked at Amaya wanting to question that but shrugged it off.  Amaya tittered about as the young girl went back to her calculus homework. When Amaya stood in front of her watching the young girl in curiosity, Sophia finally peered back up at her and asked the burning question, "So why did you come here?" 

Amaya smirked, "Is this not a good place for me to be?" Sophia pulled a face, "Come on, this place is so boring! There's nothing for you to do. When I'm old enough I swear I'm moving ANYWHERE but here." 

Laughing Amaya nodded, "It is a tad drab, but it holds a certain appeal." 

Sophia glanced at Amaya's fingers. Since she was a witch, even with her minimal amount of training, she could see the black talons and black fingertips. 

Her mother had long talons too, but they were albino white. 

"Why are your nails black? Aren't you a witch?" 

Amaya looked at her nails and teased, "I was a bag girl so I was touched by the devil." Sophia chuckled, "Cool." Turning when someone walked through the shop door, Amaya looked at an older version of Sophia. 

"Sophia sweetie I got you a bacon and-." Amaya watched the woman stop and look at her confused, "Um, hi. I'm Lucy, Sophia's mom. You are?" 

Amaya grinned, "New. I'm Amaya." Lucy looked at the young woman unnerved as she turned to her daughter and winked, "See ya around Sophia." Walking out without another word, Amaya could feel Lucy looking at her as she left. 

Amaya was walking down the street debating on lunch when she hit someone hard. "Watch it." She hissed at the tall prick without looking at him. "You watch it, you insufferable b***h. You ran into me." Turning to face the loudmouth bastard, Amaya stopped when she met his pale green eyes. 

The strange man looked at her confused as he looked her over, he watched her eyes land on his blackened hands and stepped back. 

"You're a demon." 

Chuckling he replied, "And you? What are you exactly?" 

Amaya smirked as he checked out her black fingertips, "Deadly." 

Both of them continued to check the other out, small smirks making their way up their faces. 

In then in a flurry of movement, they were a tangle of limbs.Their bodies smacking together with a hellish aura brewing off their conjoined bodies. But neither noticed, neither cared.

 Amaya took the strange man back to her place. 

They broke her couch as they wrestled the other for control. Breaking her coffee table, as he pushed her back against the wall. Amaya could feel the weak building house shake with the force. 

Laughing both fell to the floor, she now free of her pants and he unzipped enough to get his c**k out. 

Amaya moaned as he thrust inside of her, he wasn't sweet, he wasn't gentle.

As he abused Amaya in a rough, dominating way, she found herself clawing at the floor begging for more. His hands hitting her ass, his rough grip in her hair, his hard c**k hitting her just how she liked it. As she started to c*m he pulled out smacking her ass teasingly, "I don't think so." 

Pouncing, Amaya jumped him, her body crashing on top of his as she straddled his d**k and took what she felt was owed.  

Cole looked up at Amaya riding him like she was starved for his nut. 

Both grunted as their power, as their lust, as their empty hollow bodies seemed to mold together. Grunting the man's clawed hand gripped Amaya's hip as he kept f*****g her. Harder, harder until, 

"f**k I'm gonna cum." She yelled. And as her cunt turned into liquid gold around his c**k, he sent hot spurts of his c*m inside of her. 

Both fell out on her floor completely boneless, their sweaty bodies draped over each other, and neither moved for a while.