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k i s s i n g angels goodbye. [ dou x fate ]

thelittledoe

thelittledoe

Super-Earth
Joined
Apr 7, 2013
As young as she was, they had told her she'd be making a fools choice to go it alone. She wasn't ready, and certainly not ready enough to do things like that on her own, and yet there she was, alone. She had every intention in mind to prove her worth, to the other angels, and most importantly, God. She would make the Creator very happy, and that was her goal in this lone quest, to find out important information and bring it back to Azrael, who would in turn tell their Creator. That was all this little angel had ever wanted, however that had not at all been how it turned out. She had gone in as stealthily as she knew how, though prepared herself with a weapon in case of an emergency. And she had certainly found herself in an emergency, fighting for what she thought would be her life, and in truth it was. Though, this particular little angel was not put to immediate death, nor were her wings clipped. Sitting on the floor now, the room was cold, something her body was slowly getting used to despite the thin robes that were once pure white and long. Now cut short to the smooth skin of her creamy thighs, she had been missing for days. Surely someone was being sent to look for her? Samaire was beginning to lose hope, unaware that this was exactly what her captor was after, to see how long it took for a mere angel to break. She had been here for days, an uncountable amount, though she knew she had been here far too long.

Where was Azrael? Where was the Creator? Dark hair pooling around her face as she shook her head, she suddenly felt. . Angry. Angry at the other angels for disregarding her and leaving her here to rot, her wings flickering behind her as though trying to remind her of God. Her wings were dirty and as it appeared, her soul was following suit, wiping the tears from her eyes, the shackles seemed to only add to her misery. She had only been an angel for what a human would call a year, time not necessarily moving the same as it did on Earth, she couldn't remember how she died, and most angels who were at her ranks didn't. It was something angels considered unnecessary, as now they were in Heaven, the end all. Unfortunately, demons had never really been impressed with the heavenly species, as being shined in a lesser light clearly showed no great things, the war had erupted and had surprised no one. It was coming, they all knew. Lucifer playing the cards right, and waiting and lurking, plotting, there were plans being made to take the Angelic ones down.

Was that why she was here? If Azrael would here, the lead angel would tell the girl not to be so "prideful, or vain. War starts on bigger terms than you or I, little one. " Another set of tears filled her pretty eyes to the brim, shaking her head as she looked around the dark room, crawling into the corner with the sound of her chains dragging, " Someone please help me. "
 
They just weren't making angels like they used to, were they? Oh, the creature curled into a corner of the cell had the wings, and she certainly was a fetching young thing. But where was the grandeur? Where was the awe? This creature barely looked angelic at all, more like, well, like an extremely attractive human. Which did make some sense, likely some kind of neophyte, to come her alone. To think that the trap sprang so deliciously well, with the most delectable morsel now within clutches.

She had been Cassiel at some point. She still wore the name, but not the trapping that went with it. Instead, this pale skinned dark beauty preferred to relish in her darkness. She was one of the Fallen, those angelic beings who had turned away from the light for their own reasons, usually pride. Cassiel looked the part as well, with her deathly pale skin and blood-red hair. Then again, she had always been rather pale, and her hair had been more of a golden red even when she'd been one of the high order, protecting the greatest good. Her green-gold eyes flashed with the memory and a forked tongue snaked out to tease her lips. Good, it still tasted on her lips from time to time. Soon it would taste quite literally. The demoness flicked her wrist, dispelling the spell that displayed her new captive. Samaire, even the name lacked the punch. Where was the "el", hmm? Had they run out?

The demoness walked slowly down, knowing that a little more time for the poor fledgling would only be a good thing. Cassiel's castle would oppress poor Samaire enough. Simply existing in this place would eat away at her light, there was even a slight chance that just being here could corrupt. However, Cassiel had other plans, and she milled over them as she walked.

The child of a demon and angel, the nephilhim, will rise and turn the tide of the war. Everyone knew the prophecy, if in a broad, generalized sense. Cassiel knew it intimately. She knew the being who had spoken it, had been among the audience who had first heard it, understood its future and had prepared it for the present. Years, decades, centuries of preparation had led to this. Now Cassiel had just what she wanted. her lips parted in a smile at the though, her wings fluttering behind her. The demon had opted for the black wings this time, which she'd rightfully earned, as opposed to the harsher bat. After all, Cassiel was one of those who suffered from Vanity, and she arranged herself appropriately. Her scant robe, dark though it was, barely covered her flesh, certainly leaving a long expanse of leg.

she finally paused at the entrance of the door, looking in, hearing the words ringing. "Help you?" she repeated, smiling. "But aren't you one of the host? You're a bold warrior; you should be able to handle something like this, surely," the demon scanned the cell, scanned the girl, her nose wrinkling. Certainly not her type, not in the slightest. but the information said that Samaire worked for her, and that was enough. Really, any angel would do, though one who preferred the female form would undoubtedly do best.

"Tell me, child," whispered Cassiel. "Do you know what's going to happen to you, hmm?" She ran her tongue along her lips, raking the other female over with her hungry eyes.
 
" We've got to go get those girls Azrael. " This was the third time the other had said this, rubbing her head gently with closed eyes. They knew exactly what was going on, and this woman in particular knew exactly what was happening. She knew who was taking them, but not what for and what had happened to them. Eyes the color of fresh honey and moving upward toward the painted ceiling, her eyes followed each and every scroll along the mural painted by a fellow angel, of one of God's stories. Beautiful, just like everything else here. The warm water moving around her skin, her head sank just a bit lower into the water, she floated calmly in the large circle of a bathtub, her eyes venturing over to the fellow female angel who stood at the door. " Samaire's been gone for three days, and who knows if she's told any of the things she's found out, " The girl hadn't even been giving her first blessing from the Creator yet. Turning her head back to the ceiling, her smooth curves enjoying the relaxation she was trying her hardest to hold on to. " Hazael. Please, go. "

This was the only way the blonde could see her telling the other to shut up without actually saying so, hands waving gracefully through the water as she again found her eyes staring at the painting above. The sound of fluttering wings and footsteps left her with a faint sigh, her own pair of wings wet beneath her in the water, if one were to be staring down at this beautiful creature, they would say that she was the real portrait here, the real creature deserving a painting. " Cassiel. " Her murmur was delicate, closing her eyes at the sight of the dark winged horse within the picture, she felt herself sink faintly, letting such a thing happen as her body submerged beneath the warm water. Of course it was a deadly thing to think that the other currently held her messenger in her grasp, her hard headed, young messenger who had only recently entered their world. And only entering their world to wind up being captured, it caused her to raise her head from the water and return to a sitting position. Smoothing golden locks back and out of her face, her feet guided her in graceful steps from the warmth, the room empty of all but herself, her wings fluttered out behind her, shaking out and extending to greet the sunlight that poured in around her.

Turning to look out the open balcony from several feet away, her wings began to cover her as she took the few steps to reach the railing, scanning the clear skies and finding the sudden cease of that almost heart wrenching. She had gone there alone. Driven herself down into the depths, without knowing what she was getting into. The girl may as well have been a pawn for a trap. " Stupid girl. " She murmured, turning from her own fate, there was only one thing she could do now, curves swaying with each tip toed step, having always had a habit for standing on the balls of her feet. It took only a few moments for her to get dressed, the white dress with simple slits on either side of her legs, giving faint glimpses each time a step was taken. Golden sandals strapped up her legs, her now dry hair pooled behind her and away from her face, wings shuttering again out of a natural twitch, completely dry and almost fluorescent in their white color. A set of glimmering earcuffs placed on either of her ears, the blonde was truly a sight to behold, even more so as she stepped from her quarters, sheathing a sword against her side with the assistance of a gold ringed belt.

This was a war. She knew just as the rest of the angels did, and as did God and Lucifer. These were times of fighting and violence among kingdoms that mortals only dreamt of. And despite such, these beings had managed to at least keep such violence away from their holy atmosphere, for now. Within a short amount of time, the woman was joined by a set of four other angels, each of them men for the sake of not wanting to lose another young woman. " You don't have to do this Azrael, " Said one of them, almost uncomfortable with seeing the woman ready for a potential battle, her legs now settling on either side of the white winged horse. A hand gently running over the neck of the creature with wings such as her own, her eyes again stared forward as she responded to his words, " I must, Ezekiel. " There was something in her tone that knew there was a risk in this, knew there was a risk in leaving God's hands, to walk into territory of another species, the creatures who had so betrayed the one who had loved and cherished them from the start. And he still did, which was where Lucifer found God's heavy heart to be a prize. " If not for that girl, then for the others. "

With that, came the faint sound of wings fluttering, as each of them took off in flight toward the line of darkness. Azrael knew she was putting herself directly in harm's way, but she certainly wouldn't go down without a fight. No, she hadn't gotten to where she was now by simply lying down. Hold on young one.

- - -

" Azrael, please, " She pleaded again, to no one but herself and apparently the woman watching her, legs curled up close to her body. The young thing hadn't expected any of this upon her arrival, regretting ever deciding that she would come here on her own. Where was Azrael? Shouldn't they have all come for her by now, come to save her and rip these chains off of her wrists and save her? If her body didn't feel so weak, maybe she could have saved herself by now. Shivering faintly as the draft shifted in, the door opening and the woman who had originally been watching her, captured her, and was now taunting her. The tears had long since fallen onto her pretty face, inhaling sharply when she toyed with her being a 'bold warrior'.

Pulling her knees up to her chest, she felt her wings instinctively try to wrap around her, though another shutter of fear reached her skin. Goosebumps sliding over her frame, her dark eyes watched the expression on this sinister woman's face. " P- please don't hurt me. " It was a pitiful cry, almost as pitiful as her crying for help. If she knew that Azrael actually was coming, Samaire might not be the pitiful mess she was on the floor. She might actually feel like the strong warrior she was all along. Or, rather, thought she was.
 
Cassiel watched, watched and listened. The powerful demon could practically feel her captive's heartbeat. She could feel the terror, the fear, the sheer horror at being in this situation. The poor thing had been in the cell for days, Cassiel leaving Samaire to whatever her mind could conjure. For was not the mind far worse than any reality? Of course, Cassiel fully anticipated defying all expectations for this poor innocent flower. Had the demoness any remaining conscience, she might feel the slightest pang of guilt, knowing what she was going to do to this poor, shivering girl.

Azreal. the name still sent a shiver down Cassiel's spine. She remembered, oh, how she remembered her old comrade in arms. The demoness closed her eyes and summoned forth the mental image of the beautiful, powerful angel. It was all too easy to conjure forth that vision of loveliness. Barely had Cassiel fell when she felt such sensations toward her companion. That memory caused the demoness's heart to quicken, her breasts to grow tight, her sex to heat ever so slightly. And that vivid imagination painted a new picture, a picture that the demoness knew lay just a short time in the future. Cassiel licked her lips, savoring the mental image, recalling all the work and sacrifice.

But the pathetic creature whimpered, dispelling the illusion. Cassiel sighed, opening those green-gold eyes and leveling them on the quivering mass in her cell. Disappointment radiated from the demoness. Pathetic, a waste of angelic flesh and power. If this wretch were not necessary for what Cassiel had in plan, the demon would rip her wings off a feather at a time. But no, no, Cassiel supposed the fate that lay in store for Samaire was arguably worse.

"You really are disappointing," said Cassiel. She clicked her tongue against her teeth and waved a hand. The entrance of the cell rippled, wavered, and vanished, leaving the demon access to enter. Cassiel summoned forth her aura, pouring her dark powers into her presence. Even as an angel, she had commanded respect and pause from lessors such as Samaire. Now, as a demon, that aura had only altered slightly. "When I was among your august ranks, we angels had some respect. We weren't sniveling cowards who whimpered for our masters to come save us. We didn't plead for our captors to spare us pain, to spare our feelings. Let me tell you something, dear Samaire, there will be pain. You will feel your pure soul twist and contort beneath my touches. But there will be a physical pain as well, though not, perhaps, what you expect," Cassiel paused, sighing. She stood over her captor, running an appraising look over the being.

"We need to begin by taking some preliminary measurements. You're a subject for me, you see. I'm honestly not sure why I'm bothering to explain it; you're probably just whimpering," Cassiel waved a hand and came to stand directly before her captive. She bent low, cupping that pretty face in a hand. Those green-gold eyes would stare into the angel's, pouring forth that aura into the poor thing. Samaire would feel the sickening corruption of the Fallen, feel the tug against her very soul, and could likely picture it. Without any further warning, Cassiel seized her captive's lips in her own.

To call it a kiss would not be wholly accurate. The demon's harsh lips took hold of Samaire's with little want to the angel's initial desires. Cassiel's lips were hot, hot, wet and demanding. They took attention from the captive angel, pressing hard, hard enough perhaps to bruise. The fork tongue would slide in, drawing forth corruption from within the angel's recesses. It would find the angel's own tongue and play about with it. The lip lock would continue as long as Cassiel could hold, and she fully intended that to be quite some time.
 
If it wasn't evident before, she could almost feel the distaste this woman held for her, the innocent one felt no sign of a saviour coming to find her, or anyone else for that matter. Her time spent as an angel seemed so short lived, knowing full well she would not be released on good, whimpering behavior. Her time spent in Heaven had been blissful, enjoying working under an angel as powerful as Azrael. It had frightened her at first, not understanding the role Azrael played beneath God, but upon watching the woman fight a set of demons that had tried their damndest to cross into their boundary, Samaire knew she was priviledged. She knew not many others had the chance to work for the beautiful angel, there were certain things she couldn't help but wonder.

How do they not resist the temptation, Azrael? She remembered asking the older angel, receiving a soft smirk from such a bold question. That was what Samaire had always been good for, entertainment within conversation. Well, they think of whether or not it's love, and realize soon that if it isn't, they get sent straight into Lucifer's cradle. Well. That was a very honest answer, and it made sense to her. Matters of the flesh were not something these holy creatures worried about, clear that despite Azrael's awe drawing frame, the sin of lust was left as nothing but a mere inkling of thought in the elder's head. However, this young one was still just that; Young. Potentially easier to be broken, but still swift and intelligent, able to hold information and deliver it quickly, there was faith in her that the secrets she was given would be kept within her. A faint shiver crossing her skin when the Fallen spoke of the pain she would soon be receiving, the thought of Azrael seemed to dance upon both of their minds. Clearly, not for the same reasons. Samaire's eyes wincing softly at being called weak, it only seemed to make her all the more pleased to do what she wanted with her, pleased to call her a subject, just short of feeling like a toy. Little did she know, that was what she soon would become.

Soon her face was captured within the cold, pale hand of the snake tongued woman, dark eyes glistening with a mixture of tears and fear, before soon they grew wide. The pain seared through her, surging through her blood and seeming to do more than just tickle her skin. It- It burned! Her wings shook behind her, full lips parted and left agape without breaths that made a sound, the life seeming to leave her eyes. Her hands slid out from around her, no longer holding onto herself as her body felt loose, though heavy by the burden of being changed, light by the freedom of no longer being a servant of God. Apparently, her pretty lips being parted was an invitation to Cassiel, or rather just an easier way to fill her mouth with her tongue, inhaling sharply just as the woman took control and began to fill her mind with something so much more than a kiss. Again, there was that burning sensation, but her face did not jerk away, something warm arising within her that certainly wasn't a heavenly warmth. No, it began between her thighs, almost like an electricity surging through her skin, and as it seemed, every thought she had tried to hold onto floated from her body and was sucked into Cassiel's mouth.

Her senses were beginning to click back into her again, fingers gently moving against the floor of the bare room, her eyes falling to a half lidded state now. It seemed that her lips tingled all the more against Cassiel's, Samaire's tongue carefully grazing over the elder Fallen, there was another noise that emerged from her mouth. It wasn't a whimper, more of a sound of longing. A sound of unreleased passion building up in her.



The flying horse's wings soared through the air, as it seemed, they were drawing further from the light, and things seemed to grow darker. And it was true, things were growing darker the closer they got to the edge, the closer they got into the grasp of the Fallen the colder the air grew. The sun seemed to be swallowed by the smog of dark clouds, the white of their wings standing out broadly against these colors, red and black swirling through the sky with the wind causing her hair to shift away from her back just slightly. There was a sharp pang in her head though, something that caused her to frown gently, " We need to hurry. " Although something in her knew it was far too late.
 
Oh, how delicious angels tasted. Cassiel hadn't been able to inflict the sin of lust upon many of them; they so often proved just so delightfully resistant even to her charms. But each time she did, it just boiled her own lust within. Even this pathetic wretch, this last little test subject for Cassiel's larger game, even she was delightfully delicious upon Cassiel's lips and tongue. The demon didn't simply kiss, she savored, she feasted upon that innocent flesh. Cassiel felt the lust rising within poor Samaire, felt it growing. The corruption of an angel should take time, days, even weeks. All Cassiel's information hinted toward that. But these first lustful bits, teasing out the delight in the quaking form of an innocent being, they were the sweetest.

Cassiel pulled away from her prey, pulled but took the tongue. Cassiel suckled upon Samaire's tongue, encircling the muscle with her lips and gently pulling it, letting the sensation run throughout the angel. The demon swirled her own tongue, then lightly nibbled at Samaire's lips, eventually leaving them swollen. The demoness stared into the angel's troubled gaze, reading the thoughts, the emotions, the sensations on display there. Most angels weren't even allowed to consider thoughts of the flesh. They were considered above it all, their bodies not even made for such endeavors. But the demons had long ago learned that the angels had that flaw. Their bodies still retained sexes, even if those sexes could be so delightfully fluid. And those sexes bore the right traits. An angel, properly aroused, would feel the sensations, but they would be new. And therein lay the problem: too many sensations, and the angel's corruption took hold, her light dimming until she became a fallen. Too little, and you could not fulfill the prophecy. Cassiel wanted, needed to find that line, and poor Samaire was going to be her subject.

This would not be a gentle push, a light seduction, no, Cassiel needed to learn the line and she needed it sooner rather than later. She moved forward, pressing her body against the angel's. The demon fought back her own corruption, however, not letting her darkness seep into the angel's light. She needed a starting point, an initial measurement. How long did it take an innocent being of light to reach sexual bliss with minimal corruption? What was the minimum? The questions resounded in Cassiel's brain even as she undulated against her captive. She pressed back, wanting to force Samaire to feel her. The demon's pale skin dragged along the angel's flesh. Cassiel purposefully shoved herself, letting the angel feel the raw sexuality without any of the darkness. Her hands lowered, cupping the angel's breasts through the disheveled robe. Delicate demonic fingers played with the orbs, teasing and pulling, squeezing and testing. So small, these angel's. Not ready for what was needed.

"Can you feel it, Azrael? Can you feel the lust bubbling up in your precious little toy?" whispered Cassiel, knowing full well that the higher angel could at least sense something. Her hand threaded through Samaire's hair, pulling the angel's head back, bearing the neck. The demon's lips sought the tender flesh there, nibbling kissing and suckling, drawing the flesh into the hot mouth. Cassiel lips contorted against Samaire's flesh. Her teeth just barely scraped the surface at first, while her lips formed a seal. A suck, just enough to draw flesh inside, and then teeth graced, dragging along before releasing. The demon worked her way up to an ear. Teeth again grazed flesh, this time nibbling at the lobe before she whispered: "Enjoy the feeling now," it was hard to say whether she spoke to Samaire or Azrael. With a wave, Cassiel drew her powers, drawing darkness around the castle. The shroud she wove would not last forever, would likely not last more than days against the might of Azrael, possibly less. But it would last long enough. Even as Cassiel worked her dark powers, she began again feasting on her angelic treat, working her way down to the breasts, wanting to taste every inch of the pure being while light blazed so brilliantly within.
 
The pain again moved through her chest, a sharp, simple pain that wasn't enough to disrupt her, but enough to give her a clear vision that something was wrong. Upon the arrival of the message that her messenger had gone missing, it seemed that the only explanation could be the one she had come to before, though not specifically why. Why capture angels? Were they murdering them, using them as new toys and playthings? Just the thought had caused her to shiver, though one would ask why it had taken three days. Decisions made by God, ones that weren't questioned and acted upon until she was allowed to, questioning the decisions of their Creator certainly wasn't anything she wanted to deal with. However, she could only imagine the built up anger that could be seeping into the young one. There was no doubt in her mind that the young thing was weak, and left alone in her times of fear and probably tormented, there was no telling what was eating at her un-built mind.

There was no other reason to take her. No reason other than her messenger was weak, and granted could potentially spill a few secrets, but there seemed to be something more to this. Cassiel. It was evident that one of God's very special angels would not be returning to his kingdom today, in the name of stopping something she had no idea of. She only for certainly knew the last attack had been a message to her, a demand to grab someone nearest to the elder. Honey colored eyes still managing to hold bright, almost illuminating in the gold that was on her frame, again there was that sense of wrong that toyed with the end of her heart. Played with her senses. It reminded her of the one she had spent such fond memories with. She remembered the other just as vividly as the one who fell remembered her, the green in her eyes always holding something beneath them, as though to say that God knew she was destined to become what she was now. But Azrael had held a bit of faith in her comrade, as they were both young things at the time, yet they both seemed to have their paths chosen already.

Azrael was destined to become something great, and good, pure of heart. While Cassiel fell into the hands of the darkness, and accepted them warmly without even a second glance at what the hands of God had given her. Or her, for that matter, Azrael shaking her head faintly. She remembered sitting, listening to the other angels with her dear friend, telling stories of the glories and their times spent guarding humans, their times spent slaying the evils that Lucifer brought into the human world. Even she had been there for the story of- " Nephilim. "

Despite the story being quite known among most angels and fallen alike, it was kept hushed and put away, locked among other stories that weren't often shared. And this, potentially was what left Samaire's mind blinded as to what was going to happen to her. Maybe not her in particular, but her mind was to be used, and tested. And maybe the lack of story telling wasn't what left her mind in a shroud, or rather the magic of the woman who stood before her, there were things she wasn't entirely aware of. Things she had never felt, and things that God had forbidden. What was this? Feelings of the flesh, dear Samaire. Again her skin burned, almost as though her blood was boiling and God was whispering to her- Or was that Lucifer? Calling her, beckoning her to fall down into these calls. Fall into what her body had tucked away for so long, was it that long? Or was it only a little while? It didn't matter how long they had been tucked away, for she could be punished for even feeling this at all.

Small hands clenched into fists beneath her chained wrists, balled up and on the floor on either side of her, the brunette began to shake her head gingerly. Despite this, no other words fell from her mouth, back forced against the wall as the weight of the other pushed her back, her wings spread wide against it as she inhaled sharply again. Where was Azrael? Where was God? Why was there no one here to save her? Was she unimportant, disposable? Was she just some trick that was welcomed to be cast out, a test? Was this a test. Her petite frame was nothing in comparison to this demon's, tiny in comparison with slender legs and minimal curves, it was the blessing of God. Matters of skin were not something that was thought of, so no need to promote temptations. No need to provoke them early on, as their minds were still young, fresh. She herself had grown curious as to why the older angels looked so mature, so beautiful. Not to say that she herself wasn't, but there was clearly a difference.

The flicker in her eyes occurred again when Cassiel's hands fell over her breasts, her chest rising and falling with struggles for air, everything felt heavy around her. Her skin felt hot, still burning and only seemed to sear more when the Fallen put her skin against hers, " It. . Burns, " Murmurs fell from her mouth, her eyes closing, wincing shut as her lips planted lustful kisses along her skin, playing with her senses and causing her body to shiver beneath her. Her fists released and clenched again, her mind trying it's hardest to fight against these sins, knowing that succumbing to them went against God, went against what she had worked so hard to get to. She couldn't let it all go for this.
 
Such a petite little thing, this delicate angel. She was designed to be an innocent messenger of God, beautiful, perhaps, but in a distant manner. No sensuality, no sexed desires, nothing so base, but removed beauty. Cassiel continued running her greedy hands along that body, feeling its soft curves, the flesh yielding beneath her skilled hands. The demon practically panted with want, her own desire feeding off the feelings she wrought from this angel. Oh, how Cassiel wanted to thrust her hips against this pure little thing, to take her, to ravage her and rip away that innocence. The demon's blood surged at the thought, raising throughout her own very sexualized form. Nipples became peaks of desire, a sex grew hot and moist, and were she not a being of darkness a flush would show on that too pale skin. As it was, bits of steam nearly escaped the demon's panting lips.

Control she reminded herself, control. She needed to at least rein in her wants and needs for now. True, she could unleash the full power of her want and lust upon Samaire. The little thing was just her trial run, her practice, and at some point, Cassiel knew she would unleash the full power of her lustful desires upon the poor little thing. But that would not do now. She needed to draw the angel over, to find the exact point where Samaire crossed the line, and to just nudge it over. For when Cassiel found that line, she could tread it, could hold it as long as possible, as long as she needed for her true target.

So the demon kept working the angel's flesh. Her greedy fingers dug into those breasts, kneading the tiny little things, working them as though through sheer pressure they could grow. The fingers curl, nails nearly digging in, piercing through the robe. Cassiel would not draw blood, as entertaining as mixing pain and pleasure would be, that would muddy the results. No, this was to be an onslaught of pure pleasure, an injection of pure wanton delight directly into this innocent little form. Cassiel lowered her head to engulf the breast in her lips. The demon was not surprised to find the small orb could be taken entirely between her lips. She tasted the fabric of the robe, knew that the thin material offered some slight protection. She dragged her fork tongue across it, using the angel's own garb against her. The material, moistened by warm demonic saliva, would drag across the sensitive flesh, pulling at it. The tongue dragged and twirled, till at last Cassiel found the nipple. Again her lips closed about the nub, again suckling against it. This time, Cassiel sucked hard, her cheeks caving. Robe and flesh drew into the demon's mouth. Her teeth clenched slightly, holding it in place, so that her tongue could snake down and flutter all around the tip of it. Seconds passed with Cassiel unleashing unholy pleasures upon that singular breast. she parted, panting and looking down at the wet spot. The tongue returned, circling her lips, and she looked up into the angel's eyes.

Were Samaire Azrael, this where Cassiel would tease her, taunt her, hammer her with words and point out the desires wrought unwillingly from her form. Cassiel cared about Azrael, even she was willing to admit it. Why else single out the angel among so many as her prize? Such a beautiful, majestic creature deserved to bear the nephilim. But this? This trembling mound of pathetic flesh? Samaire very nearly disgusted Cassiel. Her eyes communicated that clearly. The angel was a pound of flesh, a meal the demon had to choke down in order to get to the dessert she planned on thoroughly enjoying.

So without a word, Cassiel transferred to the other breast. The process continued, the tongue lashing, the lips sucking. Perhaps it was a little rougher now, more teeth, a little more pressure. The hands moved to tug at the robes, pulling them up. Cassiel wanted more bared flesh, wanted to see more of the skin. More importantly, she wanted to get to the true goal, the true aim of her actions. After all, Cassiel was a demon, and demons weren't exactly known for their skills with foreplay, despite Cassiel's obvious efforts at proving that to the contrary.
 
Of course the young one had no real idea as to what was going to happen to her, why she was having her body played with and her mind compromised for the sake of some sick trial run. She had no idea that she was just a test, to be played with and have the pure soul she had worked so hard to keep, ripped away from her in just a few days of being played with. Samaire was a toy, and Cassiel knew all along. Her body wasn't prepared for what she was going to be put through, and God would only outweigh her thoughts of temptation for so long. Temptation would devour her purity. Or rather, Cassiel would. Her chest rising and falling innocently, it was apparently just one more thing that drove the woman, that drove her to tempt Samaire, to push her body over the edge. The color in her eyes wavered again, no longer filled with the tears of fear, still shining with a glaze of something unfamiliar. Never in her time spent as a celestial being had she ever felt this way, her wings fluttering almost calmly behind her, her cheeks a faint pink color as her head lulled back carefully.

Licking her lips gently, she caught herself letting her mind wander again, only to have it dragged back in by the hands of this woman gripping her breasts. Touching her body, touching her through her tattered robe, telling her to confide in the matters of the flesh. There were words fighting with the words of God, and she wasn't sure who it was telling her these things, telling her to submit and peel these clothes from her hot skin. She didn't need them, though Cassiel proved that she would work her no matter what she wore, half lidded eyes watching the woman's face sink to one of her soft mounds. Her nails gently clawed at the flooring again, the cloud in her mind left her confused and afraid, uncertain with no one to ask what this was. Why did her skin feel so hot, and why did she sigh with relief when she felt the tug of the hem of her robe slipping up over her legs. There was no one here who had explained what these feelings were, other than Cassiel. Pain? No, there was something more than pain here, something deep and seeded, bubbling even.

But her body felt smothered, almost stiff and lifeless beneath these touches of the woman, the dark aura around her, gripping her tightly and holding onto her almost firmer than Cassiel's hands. Had Azrael ever explained this feeling to her before? Beyond temptation, there was certainly something else hidden beneath this. . Lust came the soft whisper of another in her mind, her skin shivering without even being cold beneath Cassiel's touch.
 
How did it feel, letting your body experience the sensations of lust and desire for the first time in your life? Cassiel remembered, she remembered how it had felt when she'd finally let her curiosity take over, driving her toward the acts of the flesh. She remembered all too well the overwhelming sensations that had washed throughout her body, boiled her blood, corrupted her being. If any being knew what Samaire went through now, it was the very demoness who pulled her along. Cassiel let out a soft moan as her hot lips slid across the angel's flesh. Samaire had begun to radiate heat, the type of heat an angel had never known, was never supposed to know. Cassiel tugged the robe again, baring more leg.

"Enough playing," whispered Cassiel, her voice hoarse. She nipped at a breast once more before moving, inhumanly fast. Strong, insistent hands parted quivering thighs. Cassiel allowed her nails to drag along the sensitive flesh of Samaire's inner leg, just teasing her way up. Another hand grabbed the hem of the robe, already partially pulled and yanked. Soon the angel's promised land would be revealed to the demon. Cassiel stared for a few moments, fighting the urge to drool. There it was: an untouched angelic sex. Truly no juices tasted better than those that lay between this being legs. No, no, that wasn't true: Cassiel fully believed that feasting upon Azrael would taste even more delicious than this first sampling.

Still, the demon delved. Her head dove between the angel's legs. Hands kept thighs apart, allowing Cassiel room. First the hot lips traced all along the area, not quite touching, but instead pressing the hot flesh all along. Cassiel paused to nip and nibble at the inner thigh, just slightly grinding her teeth, wanting to see the flesh beneath pucker. The lips formed another seal, formed the seal and sucked. The tongue flickered out for just the moment, a light glance before Cassiel moved on. Her lips found the top of Samaire's mound and lightly kissed. Then the tongue extended, dragging along the area, drawing shapes. The demon drew out the pentagram, crossing each star and making certain to leave wet trails over the squirming angel. Once this lay in place, Cassiel delved lower.

Her mouth closed over Samaire's sex for the first time. Lips engulfed, and Cassiel began to feast.
 
What would Cassiel want with an angel so new, and so young? Certainly not to fulfill the prophecy, as she herself knew that just such a thing would probably break the poor Samaire. Torture at it's finest, it would leave the girl trembling and cowering, holding on to whatever little bit of faith she could. Or at least, that was how the elder angel imagined it, her own mind focusing back to the task at hand, charging and swinging her sword swiftly, the creature of the lesser realm fell sharply, a cry of pain searing through the air. Clicking her tongue faintly behind her teeth, her hand waved softly to halt the angels behind her, eyes dancing up toward the sky before closing them faintly. Hiding. This would be another set of moments lost in getting the girl back, wings shuddering as she knew that by then it would be too late. Whispering softly to herself, though there was a connection between she and the lesser angel, nothing in her body could sense the surges going through Samaire right now. Nothing would allow her to feel the mounting arousal, though this didn't stop her from momentarily using the other for a vessel of her words.

" What are you hiding Cassiel. " The faint murmur of a shaken young angel emerged, her frosted eyes wide, the words spilling from her mouth not her own. There were so many voices in Samaire's head now, so many whispering so many things to her, she wondered for a moment, where had her own gone? Was it even still there, did it even matter? Would it even stop what was happening to her? The frost seemed to leave her eyes just in time for the rasp of Cassiel's lust filled voice to fill her senses, her cold hands contrasting greatly and offering a moment of comfort from the heat that built between them. The soft pink of her lower lips apparently sending signals to Cassiel that she herself had never felt before in the celestial realms, God had made sure to keep his angels pure, for this exact reason. Made sure to keep their bodies just under a certain size upon their arrival to Heaven, made sure to abandon any thoughts of lust and skin, and replaced it with faith. Replaced it with love and thoughts of eternal happiness, nothing that showed any signs of this. Nothing about flesh, lust, and desire. Her half lidded orbs watched the woman sink beneath the creamy skin of her thighs, pale in their color and trembling with the emotion she was becoming so accustomed to; Fear.

As it seemed, her hands worked to hold down those trembling thighs, to disregard them as they were nothing for the prize she was truly going for. Shaking her head softly, another faint plea fell from her mouth, " P - please, " Whether it be a sound of fear, or a call out to Azrael, or another step down into the darkness that Cassiel was pulling Samaire into, her words fell on deaf ears. Her skin felt tense, nails gently scratching at the floor, something in her told her not to watch this demon attack her young body in such a way, though her eyes couldn't be pulled away. Samaire couldn't dare turn away from watching the assault on parts of her that she had never dreamed of having a mouth on, a sharp inhale being taken as she took to biting the tender flesh of her swollen bottom lip.
 
What was Cassiel hiding? The demon looked up at her angel captive at those words, her green-gold eyes searching. She knew of the bond, had counted on it, had already manipulated it, but surely it couldn't be that powerful. Surely Azrael could not control her little protege, make the poor thing speak words that didn't belong to her. Why, that bordered on sinful, didn't it? Or had Cassiel already gotten Azrael so worked up that the angel was crossing lines never meant to be crossed. The thought was simply delicious, nearly as delicious as the fine feast that lay before Cassiel's face.

That feast was far more tempting than answering questions or listening to some pathetic, whimpering wretch. Cassiel showed no signs of even hearing words, be they the ones spoken through a mouthpiece or the eager pleas of soft young flesh. no, Cassiel feasted. She feasted upon the innocent flesh that lay before her. The demon's entire mouth engulfed Samaire's tiny sex. Wet heat would close about those inner lips, wholly encircling them. The lips would draw, sucking out moisture and taking the bits of flesh with them. Cassiel drew Samaire's nether lips into her mouth. She suckled upon them, drawing her head back to just pull at the tender bits of flesh. The pull would stretch until Samaire showed signs of the beginning of pain. Barely would those sensations show when Cassiel would release.

The release did not signal relieve, however. For as Cassiel's lips parted, she dove again. Her lips continued to dash against the entrance to Samaire's holiest of holies, contorting and writhing. The demon dragged her lips all over, purposefully smearing her demonic spittle even as she collected the sweet angelic dew of arousal. The demon stopped to nibble at the entrance, before bringing her hands up. One pushed lightly against the hip, pushing back, baring more. The other extended upward, pressing against the folds, parting them. The demon sought out something in particular, her mouth and fingers exploring the tight region of Samaire's sex.

Ah, there, Cassiel smiled as she saw it. The tiniest little nub of flesh, as underdeveloped as the rest of the poor angel's sexual parts. Yet it swelled and pulsed with doubtless previously not thought of need. The demon stared with wonder at the little pearl for several seconds. Her lips pursed and she blew, her hot demon breath tickling the little button. Cassiel's head descended, her lips engulfing the button in its entirety. The demon's cheeks again caved as she suckled hard, as though through sheer force of lip and suction she could draw that bundle of nerves away from the angel.

The demon Cassiel suckled the angel Samaire's clitoris with inhuman fervor.
 
The sound of chains shifting, her body was beginning to try and feel the relaxed sensation that came from events such as this. Though, each time her body attempted, whether it be her so called 'faith' or Cassiel's tongue diving back into her, her skin grew tense again. What could be done in a situation such as this, these emotions arising that were causing her to forget something so simple as how to pray? All she felt she could do was call out, and even still, that thought was soon disappearing away from her. Again she felt the surge of wanting to close her legs around the other's head, dark eyes watching aimlessly as Cassiel's hands continued to prevent that from happening. They didn't, however, prevent the consistent trembles of what the other would enjoy knowing was pleasure, something her body hadn't quite yet adjusted to. The heat seemed to become something less unusual now, simply turning into a buzzing tingle, or at least that was how she felt it, the chains on her ankles shifting as her legs were pushed just a bit further out.

The pink puff of her cheeks and the occasional sound of her breathing catching in her throat, though her back had once been pressed against the wall to get away from the demon, her head had began to lean forward just slightly. Hair pooling around her face and over her shoulders, Samaire's lips had remained parted for quite some time after her last plead, though the next thing to fall from them was not a whimper, or a cry for help. It was a moan, small and almost unrecognizable, caused by the sudden introduction of Cassiel's finger, her body shivering at another new sensation arising through her. Without particular knowledge of it, with her saliva drenched breasts rising and falling, she leaned forward a bit more, another moan arriving just in time for her eyes to curiously, and wonderfully, observe the work of the demon's mouth. What was this that made her body feel so, so good? She had never felt this way, and her curiosity was beginning to pick at her, beginning to question why God's graces had never granted her this delicious feeling and serenity. There was no reason that this was sinful, right?

Another pang caused her hand to carefully shift over her chest, closing her eyes and shaking her head as one of the men behind her spoke now, " If we stay here any longer, they could overpower us. We should go back, " What was Cassiel hiding. Nodding her head lightly, Azrael moved from the carcass of the creature she had only moments ago slayed, returning to the beautiful creature that had once carried her there. " We will go back. I want someone watching them, at all times. " Came her words once they reached their safety, the sun glistening down on each of them as she moved away from the flying horse, the faint signs of freckling dancing as she scrunched her nose for a moment. Frustration, was the only way to put it, knowing she needed to be there, to help Samaire away from the hands of a former comrade. One that had once been one of their own. " God still loves you Cassiel. "
 
Damn virgins. A demon, someone or something that wallowed in sin and decadence, would have already cum into Cassiel's eager mouth. A female succubus would have released the gates and screamed her pleasure. A demon's body would have quaked, shivered, shook, and eventually released that sweet, sweet nectar into the awaiting mouth. But not a virgin, certainly not a celestial one. No, little Samaire simply quivered more, she shook, the little twitches light. And why wouldn't they be? The angel's body was barely built to feel such pleasures, her soul and skin wrapped in holy powers. Some angels would even argue that they couldn't feel the pleasures of the flesh in the slightest. So while little Samaire only let out a slight moan, the barest of noises, as the demoness tongued her clit, Cassiel knew full well that the floodgates were opening. Little holes had been drilled in those gates, bits already leaking through. When the angel's defenses collapsed, it would likely be so sudden that even Cassiel wouldn't anticipate the release.

The demoness shifted position again. Her dark wings fluttered, just touching the floor. Shoulders rolled, hands moved. Demons did not need to breathe, did not need to come up for air if they didn't need to. Normally Cassiel did; having the oxygen helped with the thinking. Now though, now she feasted. Her mouth engulfed the holy sex, feeling the tremors of the flesh. Lips surrounded the button, drawing it upward yet again. This time, however, teeth descended. The demon's teeth held the angel's clitoris within. It pinched, it squeezed, it scraped. As it did, the tongue extended, flittering and flicking about the head of the clit at inhuman, unholy speeds.

And this was not all. The hands shifted once more. Fingers parted wet folds, leaving the pink open. They pulled at that soft flesh, parted curtains. Then they delved, ducking within the confines. Cassiel extended only two curled fingers into Samaire's tight, untouched sex. She did not delve deep; the removal of any virginal barriers belonged to another part of the demon's form. But the fingers wiggled and worked, squirmed and writhed. The nails dragged along the sensitive flesh, careful not to cut, not to harm, but to scrape and add the rough sensation to the already existing mixture. Another hand dragged along the bottom, cupping the bottom of Samaire's sex, the fingers spreading out to support angelic cheeks, fingers just teasing about the lower half, dancing, working to tease and taunt the entire lower half of the heavenly being's heavenly form.

Words, a feeling of words, rolled over Cassiel. She could feel their owner more than she could feel their meaning. Azrael, reaching out and seeking, insisting. The demon knew that the angel knew. That knowledge made her smile, and the smile made her lean in all the further, pressing harder still against her angelic plaything, adding yet more pressure. That dam would explode, and soon.
 
Her mind was spinning, to say the very least, and perhaps it was these sensations that clouded and polluted her young, inexperienced mind that kept her body from completely surrendering. She was afraid, and in no way sure of what was going on to her body. There was no reassurance here that this was what she should be feeling, her body racked with these new sensations as her eyes watched the one below her. It was as though her eyes were swimming, looking for answers when all she could find was nothing but Cassiel's mouth devouring her innocent flower as though it was nothing more than a snack. And in a sense, that's what she was to Cassiel, just a mere sampling, a snack for the full course and dessert she would so soon have. This did not discourage her from her soft moans, nor did it discourage her breathing to hitch into her throat.

And there it was, this divine feeling that so many creatures of sin found so alluring about the matters of the flesh. Her nails were digging again into the floor, her thighs growing warmer and daring to grow closer to Cassiel's face, the spells her tongue cast into Samaire's body causing her back to arch. Soon that dam would explode indeed, her skin almost seeming to glow as her wings shook behind her, shoulders pressing against the wall now as her cheeks hit a faint pink, to say that she wasn't afraid was an understatement. Why would a demon show her all these wonderful feelings? Put her body through such ecstasy that had yet to even be reached? And why had God not declared such carnal feelings as sin? Chest rising and falling as her hands again tried to grab onto something, this time holding onto the bundled hem of her hiked robe, another murmur finally fell from her lips, " I- ahh can't take annymore! "
 
Cassiel greedily slurped her angelic treat. The harsh sound of her suction echoed in the room, nearly matching the panting, desperate breaths of the target of such affections. Fingers blurred, lips moved, and the demon continued feasting upon the angel, working and playing that body. So involved was Cassiel in the action at hand that she nearly missed it. The tension, the fluttering, the delicate little shift of the wings that was an unconscious give-away in every angelic and demonic being, all the signs aligned perfectly. Little Samaire was about to reach her first ever climax, wrought from her angelic form by the tongue of a demon.

Instead, Cassiel muttered words in the dark tongue. The demon gestured, and a pentagram flared brilliant purple, the fires springing forth where the demon's tongue had traced. Cassiel quickly moved her hands, drawing patterns and sealing the pact. She worked quickly, knowing she had seconds, heartbeats. Were someone standing apart from the two, they would see quite the odd scene. The angel tensing, clearly about to cum, the demon parting flesh, her hand blurring, and a quick flare up of purple, a quick flare that lingered for several long, long seconds before fading away.

Panting, Cassiel stared down, wondering if it took. She'd used her abilities like this before, used this trick picked up from a succubus. It caught hold of the nerves that danced along the sex and pushed them continually against one another, creating a sensitivity hitherto unknown. Used at the right time, at the perfect time, it would seal the poor subject in a state of near orgasm, teetering on the bring of that sinful bliss without tumbling over, at least, not without help. Cassiel leaned forward, blowing slightly, wanting to see just how close she'd pushed the angel. Would that light little touch be enough to push her over? Or would it make the angel beg for more? Cassiel couldn't help but wonder, and she smiled up at her pet, her green-gold eyes sparkling with mischief and want.
 
Though God had taught all of his angels the powers of will, there was also an underlying loyalty that one placed. Despite the elder angels not being worshiped as deities, they were well respected as messenger to the Creator of all things. Even in their connections to others, the angels held strong bonds to one another, kept in faith and that same loyalty. Inhaling sharply, the air that wasn't particularly necessary to take, it seemed that the instant the pentagram glowed up against Samaire's skin, did Azrael grit her teeth. Unaware that the sting was something never felt by Samaire, the woman slid carefully onto her bed in her bedroom, hand grazing over her chest faintly. It almost felt as though she were bleeding, though nothing left her skin at all, the sensation causing a faint chill down her spine. Corruption in an angel could easily be defined as something worthwhile, though only if the angel was say, an elder. Again, Azrael found herself shaking her head, " What are you doing Cassiel. "

It had hit her quickly, or rather, it didn't hit her at all. Instead, it seemed to pause, and rewind, only to play out and repeat. But not all the way. What was this? Had God caught her and hung her in suspense? No, it was this evil creature before her, the brunette's hiccups of strained pleasure evident, her eyes no longer struck with fear but confusion. It felt like her body was playing an awful set of punishment games, however this feeling was starting to become no game. Her temperature rising, her chest doing just the same, her wings fluttering and her back arched, this was certainly no game. As it seemed now, the confusion had struck her face, wrecked with that of pleasure, Samaire's pretty eyes stared into the mischievous orbs beneath her. " What is th this? " Whether it was confusion or anger in her voice, one couldn't be too sure, the faint lick of her lips evident now as her eyes begged for a solution, her mouth not yet forming the words as she still couldn't believe this feeling was real. Of all the feelings, why did her body leave her with this one?
 
Cassiel relished what she felt, what she saw. Poor little angel, confused and writhing. The demon thought she could even feel Azrael, sitting somewhere, wondering what the grand plan was, what scheme Cassiel had in mind. Yet there was still this exquisite creature before her. Oh, still disgusting, still someone that Cassiel fully intended to discard at her earliest convenience, but that didn't make Samaire any less angelic. In Cassiel's humble opinion, the angel looked even more appealing now, with the sexual torment rippling through her body.

"You really are a fool," said the demon, her voice cold. She sighed, reaching down to drag her nails across Samaire's thigh. "I'm only going to tell you once, and mostly because I'm bored. You're about to cum, to climax, to orgasm, to give in to the sensual feeling and exquisite experience that is the pleasure of the flesh. Your poor little body is balanced right there on the edge, primed for that sexual explosion. Just a little touch," and with that, Cassiel's hand blurred. She stuck two fingers into Samaire's tight, wet sex. The fingers didn't delve deep, didn't penetrate far, but they touched. They touched and then they wiggled and writhed, gyrating right at the edge of Samaire's over-sensitive sex. And as they did the demon twisted her hand, extending her thumb. The thumb descended again upon the clit. The more clitoral orgasms, the greater its development, another little fact that Cassiel knew firsthand. Now the demon leaned forward, pressing hard against her angel. The hand wriggled and moved, the fingers blurred, the thumb dragged along the end.

The other hand braced against the ground, supporting the fallen angel as she leaned over her pray. Already Cassiel panted with want, her gold-green eyes boring holes into Samaire's softer ones. The demon wanted, needed to watch as the orgasm struck the angel hard, to see the quaking sensation overtake that trembling form. Cassiel wanted to feed off it, to suckle at the teat of that lustful sensation and to nearly experience that same pleasure for herself. And oh, how the demon wanted to see the angel's expression when she realized that the sensations did not fully abate, that something hovered, just waiting for a little more time to come roaring back, or perhaps one should say cum screaming out of the angel yet again. Cassiel practically panted with her own need, and unknowingly projected that arousal into and onto poor Samaire. Lustful corruption at its finest.
 
There was a longing desire in her eyes, something else hidden beneath them as this woman's expressions went from enjoyment to lust to being so cold. There was a want within Samaire, a want to feel as though she had made the other happy. Not particularly a want, it had become more of a need. Or was it a desire? Oh it didn't matter now, as whatever it was, she hadn't reached the point that her body craved. The point that blurred her mind and corrupted her young body, and what this demon so eagerly held from her. An orgasm? Even the word sounded sinful, but Samaire wanted it. She wanted the waves that were crashing on her to cease, wanted the largest one to crash down over her body and send her into a fit of pleasure. " Please! Keep going! " Came the first primal moan of the young woman that wasn't a cry for help or a beg for her to stop, no instead it was a craving for more of this feeling.

No, it was a craving for those waves, for Cassiel's hands to plummet her right of the edge and into the depths that was her orgasm, her body shuddering and back arching her breasts upward. It was that look in Cassiel's eyes perhaps, that sent those waves storming hard over the younger one, her soft hiccups disappearing into something just short of a scream. Had it. . Had it subsided? It seemed it hadn't, the strike of confusion in her eyes shortly followed by the lust for more. Is this what these creatures lived on? Lust and sin and craving for more? How could they stand it!
 
Cassiel couldn't help but shudder. Please, keep going; could an angel speak more corrupting words? Did Samaire realize that as they crossed her holy lips? that she'd allowed a small bit of the wanton lust leak into her body, taking hold of her very being and seeping into her nerves. The angel wanted it, and that want would cling to her bodily reactions and no doubt make the experience even more exquisite for her. Cassiel fully intended to help.

Then another wonderful noise, something so close to a scream. Cassiel paused, her head still hovering between quivering thighs, those green-gold eyes staring up the panting expanse of angelic body to her prey. The post-orgasm bliss had settled, bringing with it that delicious relaxation. If Cassiel had judged her spell right, it would fend off the roaring arousal for at least a few moments, enough to provide some clarity of thought. Of course, that clarity would just make the lust and desire roar forth all the stronger when it returned. The confusion and lust met Cassiel's eyes, and the demoness smirked.

"Something the matter, angel?" she said, drawing the words over her forked tongue. "I take it you haven't experienced that before, hmm? Well, as much as I'd love to feast between your legs," Cassiel dragged her long nails up the angel's thighs, coming close to the trembling sex, close, but not touching. "I do have other things to attend to. But I will allow you this," she snapped her fingers, and darkness coiled about. It circled the angel's wrists and ankles, rearranging her chains and bindings. Thick weights of a strange black substance, some kind of metal or bone, hung upon Samaire's ankles. Black wristlets covered the angel's wrists, but they seemed to be more of a cosmetic accessory than anything. Samaire would find that her arm could move nearly anywhere on her body. It could touch her legs, her thighs... her sex, her ass. She could even touch her ankle, if she could move to it, though there was no hope of removing the heavier chain.

"There we go," said Cassiel, nodding. "I'll attend to you later. If you're so desperate, tend to yourself." With that, the demoness flicked a dismissive wrist and headed back into the main part of her palace. She had a few taunting messages to send to Azrael, then other such preparations to make. Soon, very soon, she'd taste angelic fluid again, not to mention soaking some trembling insides in her own demonic seed.

Cassiel almost couldn't wait.
But the waiting would just make it so much more exquisite.
 
There was a thudding in her head that caused her need to lie down, to occasionally gasp out in her already strained breathing, her body wasn't daring to let her feel what Samaire was. Of course it wouldn't, as her body couldn't even fathom or grow to imagine what brands of torture the young angel was dealing with. God wouldn't dare let his angels live in such sin, thus how the Fallen had been created in the first place. Though Azrael knew that wasn't what was happening to her, she wasn't becoming a fallen so easily through whatever torture Cassiel was putting Samaire through. The demon couldn't be that powerful, unless Lucifer had granted her such a pleasure and laid his hands specifically on her. There was no telling what else had actually laid their hands on that creature by now, scolding herself only to feel some sort of electricity charge up through her legs. Shaking her head softly as she lay in her bed, something told Azrael it was only a matter of time before something else erupted.

And as it seemed, that something else was more than Samaire's rupturing orgasm, though that was all her body seemed to focus on. She had been watching the way Cassiel moved her fingers, watching the delicious way she played with her brand new toy, the change of moods behind her eyes rolling in like a storm cloud. It seemed as though now there was no longer a wish to be saved, an anger for being abandoned, or a thought of Azrael, instead her mind flooded with thoughts of lust, and perhaps even passion. Maybe Samaire had observed the wonderful mouth and hands of the demon out of curiosity to see how she brought this feeling to her inner core, but the stronger possibility was that she wanted it to happen again and again. The release of the heavier restraints around her wrists again egging her on to follow in the finger strokes of where Cassiel had once been, Samaire's dazed eyes watched the demoness sway from the confines of Samaire's chamber.

This woman knew what she had left her with, knew her body was screeching out for the pleasure she so desperately desired. Nothing in her head warned her, told her she shouldn't, because her mind was too busy being fogged over by the feeling that she now craved. Her fingers carefully slid over the warm skin of her stomach, the other gently rubbing against one of her soft, small mounds. The sensation began to bubble up within her again, her fingers not resisting this temptation any longer, slipping into her still wet slit as she began to drive herself toward what she now felt that her body needed to have.
 
How easy the precious angel falls. Cassiel sincerely hoped that Azrael proved to be made of sterner stuff than her little protege. The demoness toyed with the idea of putting the stronger angel through the same torment. Oh, the second the demon had the angel in her claws, she was going to feast upon her. Cassiel would wait no longer than she must before sucking upon her rival's nether juices. Just thinking of the delicious wet slithering down her throat practically made Cassiel moan. She ran an idyl hand down her own taut body, teasing her curves and her own sensitive regions.

But no, not now, not yet. Cassiel could not give way to her base desire and tease herself to a roaring orgasm. She could, strictly speaking, but she shouldn't, not if she wanted the next part of her plan to go as perfectly as possible. The penis worked so much better with pent up sexual aggression. In fact, Cassiel allowed hers to show now, growing forth from her robes, rising like a pillar pulled by ancient slaves. The organ looked sinfully beautiful: an alabaster rod reaching at least a foot in length. Its girth was such that Cassiel required both her hands to encompass it, though her fingers could lace partially around the edge. The domed head already trembled, bits of demonic seed leaking from the slit. It throbbed, and a careful observer could notice the trailing veins pumping more blood into the dark organ. Cassiel looked down at it, her own chest heaving with desire, desire for self pleasure. But no, she needed it to wait. The next being to touch this heaving organ would be the little creature bound in the dungeon.

Cassiel moved through her palace, pushing her own lustful frustration outward, utilizing the energy. Her home must look perfect for when the new guest finally arrived. Cassiel walked the halls, adding tapestries, polishing the ebony floor, adding sculptures, usually of various being in erotic positions. She would eventually reach the room she used as a bedroom. Strictly speaking, a being such as Cassiel did not need sleep. It helped rejuvenate and restore powers, to be sure, but it was not necessary. Often those in the know joked that a demon with a bed used it for far more interesting things than sleep. Cassiel's own bed looked lush, with fine black and red sheets, accented by the occasional pillow. It was perfectly round, seeming to float above the floor. Overhead draperies could be pulled to create the illusion of another world, one covered in red and black. Other adornments on the ceiling spoke to distinctly less pleasant possibilities; let it be known that the angels would not be the first beings chained in Cassiel's presence. The ceiling could also turn to a mirror, a function Cassiel fully intended to use during an angel's climax. The delicious thought of one of those pure creatures staring at her orgasming flesh sent another surge through Cassiel's already throbbing member.

The demon stopped before her own wardrobe, pausing. She clutched a fist, gathering energies needed and spreading them out. A message, one sent straight to a target: I am getting ready for you, dear Azrael. Soon you will be in my clutches. If you do not surrender yourself willingly, then your little pet will simply be the first of many angels whose blood I bathe in. My forces are posed over certain... delicate areas of your encampment. Check near the training grounds; I'm sure you'll find some of my lesser servants in waiting.

So a few lesser demons were about to be smote painfully by the high angel. They knew that they might die for the cause. Cassiel smiled and turned to go. She felt her wings slide for a moment, a ripple of evil taking control and tainting even the black feathers. It felt delicious. Yet she needed to waste at least a few hours. Then, poor Samaire would find an unmoving, unsexed servant ready to escort the tormented angel to Cassiel's throne. There the demon would await, her cock proud and erect, to see what happened to an angel left to such exquisite torments.
 
" You understand that you may not return? " A soft nod came from the creature below, her wings fluttering beautifully in the soft breeze as the voice above told her of what was to come. There was a high risk in the angel leaving, especially if Cassiel wished to produce the Nephilim, it certainly couldn't be done by the weak mind of Samaire. No, it was clear as day even before that taunting message was sent, that Azrael was the true target. Azrael was the goal, so to speak, and as it seemed this angel was willingly being handed over. A sacrifice, that she knew was coming the moment the demon had struck so close. She also knew, that there was no longer any saving of the young one, something in her pure soul telling her that it was quite possibly already too late, and that Cassiel had slipped corruption into her mind in no time. Light, simple work as it was to poke and prod at Samaire, the same would not be the case for Azrael, and Cassiel knew that. Perhaps it was another portion of her sick, twisted game.

That's what this was for Cassiel, and she knew that as a fact. A game, something to play that was well thought out with a natural intention behind it. A craving for the angel's flesh that stood before the Creator, her head bowed as she moved away silently, knowing this time she would have to go this trip alone. " I must do this. " She murmured softly, her sword slid back into it's sheath as her own wings began to gain wind, sending her soaring through the clouds, the angel was soon out of sight of her peers. She could almost hear the evil laughter of Cassiel tear through her senses, taunting her in ways that God knew was troubling. Though, he had warned her and knew her decisions, knew what she felt she must do, and oversaw such a thing. The true angel of Cassiel's affection was coming, and before she knew it the games would begin in an entirely new fashion.

Her hands left her body writhing on the ground, back flat against the floor as her fingers used her body for such sinful things, it would appear as though she had given up on caring. She had given up just as she had in thinking that someone would come for her. No one would, because she was weak and had dropped from her pedestal so easily, hadn't she? Samaire was nothing, and there began the slow creep of a bitter soul, the slow smog of anger rolling into her once so pure heart. Opposite hand working tenderly at the skin of her nipple, her fingers pinched and pulled, matching that glorious speed she had learned to gather a rhythm to between her legs, Samaire's body warned her that there were better things than this. Better things to come, including herself.

Although there had been time taken when speaking to the creator, when word came of the something of an invasion, there may have been a faint spike of anger from the angel. And in no time, the golden light of the angel came crashing down onto these ignorant creatures. Unprepared, though even if they were they wouldn't have stood a chance between the heavy blows landed, one would question as to whether or not these swings and stabs of her sword were out of anger. Were they frustration? Quite possibly, but this served no mind as these creatures, created as a distraction, began to fall.
 
There was always a severe drawback in calling upon the masculine portion of the being. Cassiel could feel the pain of arousal shooting from her throbbing cock with each throb of her demonic heart. Her pulse shot more and more pressure toward her quivering member, forcing the massive tool to shake and pulse. The demon's thoughts kept drifting toward images and fantasies that only served to further fuel her painful lust. Azrael, fighting her way, knowing what lay ahead of her. Just thinking about that glorious being... yet Cassiel knew that her lust must be slaked upon a lesser being. Her stomach retched at the thought, yet her mind informed her body that it must be done. The lesser must be taken.

"Where is she?" muttered Cassiel darkly, drumming her fingers along the armrest of her throne. The angel should have been brought to her already. True, some of Cassiel's minions had been sent to their deaths. The demon could just feel that pull at the edge of her thoughts. Azrael would have little trouble dealing with the little distraction Cassiel had set up. It was there to amuse and to make the angel feel as though she was accomplishing something. Oh, there was one demon there who might put up some fight; he at least wouldn't go down easily. But Cassiel had no doubt that the impressive angel would easily deal with him.

So where was the angel? Cassiel rose, feeling the rod that jutted from her flesh throb, the veins pulsing along its beautiful length. She took a trembling breath, fighting her own roaring rage and lust. These emotions must be slackened. "BRING HER TO ME" the demoness intoned, her voice echoing throughout her palace. The entire building reverberated with the noise, walls rippling for a moment. Shadowy hands appeared about Samaire. They pulled at the angel, pulled her through shadows, and would soon deposit the angel where the demon wanted her: sprawled on the floor, looking up at the demonic being with her impressive demon cock throbbing with pure need.
 
Give in to this feeling, angel. It seemed there was something willing her, something whispering its secrets, or were they her own secrets? Were they things she had so swiftly been suppressing since reaching those pearly gates. This was a feeling she felt she deserved, her skin told her she craved it, and those voices told her she could have every bit of it. And why shouldn't she? There was nothing wrong with her body being thrown through the crashes of an orgasm, for that matter, the only thing wrong was that she hadn't been given this sooner. While her fingers had become especially sensitive to stroking her out to her orgasms each time, her opposite hand had taken to grazing the skin she had missed by being unaccompanied by the desires of flesh. She felt so warm, even under her own touch, that it caused Samaire to shiver, the smooth skin of her creamy thighs almost something new.

Her body felt new, almost as though it had been refreshed by the hands of their Creator, only to be given a whole new darkness when she had been dragged into the castle by the Fallen's creatures. The sound of something rumbling didn't dare shake her concentration, didn't dare cause her to stop exploring the wonders of her skin, though she was momentarily distracted by the hands that seemed to match the chains and clasps around her wrists and ankles, Samaire inhaled softly as she felt her body slip through the darkness. Her half lidded eyes widening just slightly as she was deposited in a room that wasn't where she had once been, it seemed brighter if that was at all possible in this shroud of darkness, honey eyes staring up at the woman she had just been at the beck and call of. Samaire was a toy, nothing but a toy to Cassiel, her body at a slight arch as she lay on the floor, legs exposed though that damned robe still trying to cling to her.

As it seemed, it was only wrapped around her waist, the hem pushed up and the pieces on her shoulders pushed down over her arms, the angel was a sight to say the least. Certainly, she was no Azrael, but still a sight to see in the mess she was in. Breathing out softly, it seemed that her head lolled to the side just slightly when the sight of the throbbing member seemed to call to her, biting her bottom lip gently.
 
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