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Of Angels and Devils
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
of angels and devils
I walked forward like someone in a trance, knowing only that someone here
needed my help.The field I was in was composed, mostly, of high grass and
weeds, damp with dew. The air had a nighttime chill to it.
What time it was, I couldn't guess, having awakened from a dream and
immediately followed this silent call.
I wandered, seemingly without aim, until something compelled me to stop.
I did so, and looked down to find, a few feet away, a lone figure lying still
in the grass.
His body was broken;legs and arms at impossible angles.From his shoulders
sprouted two skeletal structures that looked as if they might've once been
wings, now stripped of all flesh and feathers, leaving only ruined bone.
I touched him, hesitantly, and he opened his dark blue eyes, looking up
at me with shame and fractured dignity, hiding his pain.
Without speaking, I took his hands, focusing fully on my strange ability.
Like a curcuit, my strength poured into him, and through my half-closed eyes,
I could see a soft glow, around us. This continued for a very long time,
until, finally, it was complete, and I let go. Only then did I realize that
_I_ was no longer holding him, but he was holding me! I couldn't stop the
flood of energy between us, though I couldn't imagine where it was coming
from, as I felt no weaker.
The glow around us, little more than a soft, white aura, was changing,
turning strange colors, it's brilliance blinding.
I fought to get free, but couldn't break his hold. My mind was screaming,
but I couldn't seem to find my voice. Finally, he released me, and I struggled
for balance, kneeling.
When I looked up, he stood before me, but greatly changed. His hair, soft
curls the color of spun gold, now parted to reveal two small, slender horns,
that looked as if they were made of polished ebony. His lapis-blue eyes now
held only strength, and an inconquerable pride.They seemed to hold me, rooted
to the spot, with their intensity. His ruined wings had been replaced by great
black ones of leathery flesh, like a bat's.
His body hadn't been clothed before, but I'd barely noticed it. Now, it was
impossible to ignore, and I blushed as I looked at him.It was a magnificent
body, though;tall, and muscular...he looked as though he could move with the
incredible speed and grace of a panther. I blushed again, regarding him
further; other areas were as impressivly proportioned as the rest of him.
Again and again, I tried to look away from him, but couldn't. He drew my
eyes and thought to him by the sheer force of his presence.Unnatural, he was,
but he had such an irresistible, unearthly beauty.
A gasp caught in my throat. "What have I done?" I thought, "What have I
created?"
He looked at me, then, and answered my thoughts.
"You have only _re_created what an uncaring god has attempted to destroy,
and for this, I owe you my eternal gratitude."
His voice was beautiful, deep and hypnotic, as a cunningly played flute.
"Come here.", he said.
I stood, carefully, and went to him.Being near him sent a strange sensation
through me, like standing too close to a fire.is hands brushed over my hair,
and traced the features of my face, gently. I noticed that his fingers were
tipped with long, sharp nails, like little claws. These nails scratched
softly over my neck as his hands slid down to my breasts. He teased the
nipples briefly, through the rough fabric of my simple white dress, and
then told me to remove this article of clothing. I did so without hesitating.
Somewhere, in the depths of my mind, I knew that I should try to escape, or
at least not so quickly give myself to this creature, but...he seemed so very
beautiful, and where could I go that he would'nt find me?
I could've only run so far, surely, before hearing the powerful rythm of those
great, dark wings behind me...feeling his arms encircle me, lifting me into the
sky...but I didn't want to run.
His eyes roamed over my naked body, his hands following.At first, his touch
was gentle, his claws only brushing my skin, but soon, he was scratching and
biting me like an animal, which only hightened my desire. He took me into his
arms, his talon-like nails pressing into my shoulders as he bit at my neck,
and kissed me passionately, then pulled me down, into the dew-soaked grass
with him.
His lips were warm; almost feverish against my breasts, and when his sharp
white teeth found my nipple, I moaned, arching my back...I no longer cared
about wrong or right as the pleasure engulfed me.
Still in awe of this being, my curiosity overcame me, and I touched his
face and body, even caressing the sharp little horns.His skin was warm,
and flawlessly smooth; I could feel the muscles working beneath.
He nipped at my stomach, and traced the insides of my thighs with his claws
before biting them, hard enough to leave little marks. My heart was
pounding, and I could feel the wetness between my legs. His fingers touched my
clit, experimentally, and I shivered with pleasure, moaning softly. He
pressed harder, teasing the little bud gently. My hips rose rythmically at
his touch, but he stopped, leaving me unsatisfied, and knelt over me.
Taking my wrists in his hands, he pinned me beneath him.Then, I felt a
momentary pain as he slid slowly into me. There was a pressure within me, and
I wondered that I wasn't ripped apart as he began his slow, even thrusts.
I lifted my hips to meet him, pulling him deeper into me, and the pressure
became an increasing source of pleasure. I couldn't help but whimper;I felt
as if something were drawing nearer and nearer; that I was being pushed
toward some center within me, some unknown place, that I'd never discovered
before. He kissed me again, biting my lips gently, and, suddenly, pleasure
exploded through my body, spreading like a fire.
It was like nothing I'd ever felt, or even imagined, before, and I could
hear myself moaning, crying out with soft, desperate little sounds, again and
again.
It seemed to go on forever, his hips never slowing their pace, driving me
into the dangerous realm of that ecstasy many more times before he pulled away.
He told me to stand again, and I did, stepping into his embrace willingly.
I heard a sound behind me, and looked over my shoulder to find two strong
black winds protruding from between my shoulderblades. With a gasp, I turned
to him.
"My _eternal_ gratitude." he said, and taking my hand, he lifted us both
easily into the air.
-Melody
He came into the room, silently as a cat.I looked up to see him, towering
above his shadow in the doorway, dressed in his usual black.His long hair
spilled loosely over his shoulders, an angel's mane;a flood of gold against
his pale skin.
A little smile curved his lips softly, tightening the cruel little lines there.
His eyes caught and reflected the light...pools of darkness, those eyes, with
the fragments of light trapped like stars within.
"Melody."he said, simply, in that voice like no other.Deep, yes, but smooth
as black velvet, with an edge to it, a sort of undercurrent that belied a
sardonic sense of humor; a cynical sort of wit.
"Darius." came my smiling reply.
"Will you come with me tonight?" he asked.
I smiled a bit more broadly, but he didn't seem to notice. I knew,
suddenly, that I was dreaming.
"No...I had..._other_ plans in mind, actually, and I was hoping that you
might come with me..."
"Oh?"
He seemed both suprised and intrigued, in one syllable.
"Yes."I said , evenly.
A smile played at the corners of his lips.I knew he was wondering what I
was up to, so I decided to show him. With a wave of my hand, the little
bedroom changed.
This was my dream--I could make it whatever I wanted. The walls seemed to
transform into stone, and a large fireplace dominated one wall. Soon, it
resembled nothing so much as a dungeon.
All of this had been simple;twisting the dream to suit me. The next part
required more skill. With a bit of focus, I stripped away his clothing,
leaving him bare.
He looked shocked for a moment, and then, much to my suprise, actually
blushed! He regained his composure quickly, though, and met my eye evenly,
standing proudly before me, without an ounce of shame.
Then, I changed myself.When I was done, I was wearing my hair up, and a long
black robe, which was left open, revealed my black, silken bra and panties,
attatched to garters that held my dark, seamed stockings in place. I also
wore a pair of high heels, and I walked across the room on them, to where
he stood.
At the sight of my attire, his jaw almost literally dropped, and his
excitment was impossible to hide. I smiled, imagining my flawless makeup and
full, red lips...no wonder he was so excited.
I ran a long, ruby colored nail down his chest, looking deeply into his eyes.
"Beautiful."I said."Do you find me beautiful, slave?"
"S-slave?", he asked, his eyebrows rising, as if in dismay.
"_Slave_.", I replied."Am I not speaking clearly enough for you?"
His expression became one of indignation. "Why you...You will _not_ enslave
me! _I_ am the one who is in charge here!"
I smiled. "Not tonight, love."
Leather cuffs appeared out of nowhere, and closed around his wrists and
ankles, holding him securely.They were devised to be comfortable, so I was
certain of his safety. He looked utterly shocked, and vaguely amused...but I
wasn't done just yet.
"Kneel."I commanded.
"I will _not_.", he replied
I repeated my order, my voice taking on a dangerous edge. He obeyed, still
protesting...in words, at least.I noticed that despite his "outrage", he was
trying very hard to stop smiling, and he couldn't seem to keep his eyes off me.
"A good slave will not speak unless allowed to do so...You _do_ want to be
a _good_ slave, don't you, darling?"
He protested again, inventing wonderfully awful things to do to me when he
was free of his bonds.
"If you won't be silent on your own, there are always ways to silence you."
I warned. He stopped his protests."You wouldn't _dare_.", he said.
I laughed and waved my hand over his mouth. A fine, black gag, something
like a horse's bit, joined his other acutrements.
"Wouldn't I?...Oh, that's _much_ better. Believe me, dearest, you _do_ want
to be good. The more you please me, the more you'll be rewarded. Displease me,
and you'll be punished." At this, he growled, biting at his gag. I ran my
fingers through his long, blonde mane.
"What a magnificent slave you _are_, though...absolutely beautiful...you
know that, don't you? He pushed his head back, against my hand, and I
massaged his scalp, then rubbed his neck. He was a bit tense, but not enough
to denote stress, so I continued, running my nails over his back, then his
chest, and down to his legs, stroking the inside of his thighs, lovingly.
He sighed, deeply, when my fingers brushed over his balls, touching his
member with light, teasing strokes.
"My...", I said, softly."You seem _awfully_ excited, dear." I moved my
hands away and he shuddered, looking at me almost pleadingly.
"Do you want me?" I asked, in a playful tone, removing my robe and tossing
it aside. He sighed again, and nodded emphatically. I waved the gag away,
and he remained silent. "Do you want me?", I asked again, close enough to
him that he could smell the perfumed warmth of my body.
"Yes."he breathed."Oh, yes, my..._Mistress_."
"How much? How _badly_ do you want me?"
My hands were tracing the muscular curves of his legs, and teasing
his nipples.
"More than I've ever wanted _anything_ before..." his eyes had a strange
glint in them, and his cheeks were flushed, as if he were blushing again.
"And what do you want _of_ me, slave?", I asked, giving his nipples an extra
pinch.
"I want to fuck you until you beg me to stop.", he gasped.I pulled away,
smiling again.
"You have to ask properly.", I said.He turned a pleading gaze on me.
"Please..._please_ let me have you...", he breathed, his voice touched
by a tone of desperation, now.
"No.", came my reply, simple as a firm slap.He lowered his head.
"Why do you tease me like this?"
"Because I enjoy it."
I picked up my small, leather-covered paddle, and he blushed again,
seeing it, and knowing what I was going to do.
"What have I done?", he asked, his breathing a little faster.
"I don't recall saying that you could ask questions." I answered.
We both knew that the "reason" for his punishment had nothing to
do with the act itself; I wanted to show him how completely "enslaved"
he was. It wasn't even going to hurt, really, but it would embarrass him,
strip away his pride and dignity, and show him that he was mine as completely
as I had _ever_ been his.
"You haven't answered.", I said, taking his face in my hand and turning
it so that he was looking at me.
"No, Mistress."
"I thought not."
I gave him a very sound "spanking", then, leaving his bottom only the
slightest bit rosy, but the change it made in him was astounding.Now, he was
a beautifully obedient;a perfect "slave". I was suprised. "Now, " I said.
"You will ask me again, in a way that acknowledges me as your superior."
His eyes were downcast, as he voiced his question. "Please, my Mistress,
allow me to make love to you?"
I smiled. "_Very_ good. Yes, I _will_ allow that." I freed his hands and
ankles, and told him to stand, then undress me. He did so eagerly, but with
grace, never meeting my eyes. I covered his body with kisses, stroking his
hair and whispering, "my slave, my pet..." as he bit at my nipples, gently.
I moaned as he entered me, roughly. "Yes..._show_ me your need...show me your
desire for me..."
It seemed hours before it finally ended, but, when it did, and I awakened,
I greeted the day with a smile...
-Melody
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