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A Dangling Golden Thread (Naochan and Zombies Galore)

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Supernova
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Dec 2, 2009
The Pit was unlike anything a terrestrial creature had ever experienced. When they, the angels that had sided with the Morningstar, had first fallen to the Pit it was a nothing. Where our reality is expressed in four dimensions theirs was expressed in none. That was the punishment of the Pit, the punishment that the Logos had decreed for all those angels. However, as is the Logos' way, certain doors were left open for those who were willing to take it. Over the course of some time in a place with no time, where eternity is a meaningless instant and seconds stretch beyond the dissolution of meaning, the Morningstar changed the nature of the Pit, in doing so changing the nature of its inhabitants.

Those angels that had fallen, those that were weak among them, tore apart into several selves in bursts of ethereal flame, becoming the lesser demons, those imps and whispering ghosts that populated the nightmares of children. Those that were stronger tore into each other, assimilating, dissolving, synthesizing, until there was a dysfunctional ecosystem of pain in the Pit. The Morningstar, however, reigned supreme, however he was shackled most strongly to the Pit. He would never be able to leave, caught in a perpetual Catch-22, for the Pit was centered on him, anchored on him as tight as a choke chain. It was no surprise that those demons beneath him who still wielded a modicum continually plotted to get out of the Pit, and they did, sometimes returning and sometimes not.

Razael was one of those demons, plotting perpetually to leave, flying through the ether of the Pit with alabaster bat wings, hunting for lesser imps as sport. He was tracking one of those lesser imps when he saw a dangling golden thread, the kind that summoner's used to call up the denizens of the Pit, one that the lesser imp was reaching for desperately. In a single powerful blast of power Razael rocketed forward, wings hugged tight to his form, absorbing the imp through one outstretched hand before grasping that golden thread of freedom.

Sweet, sweet freedom.

His spirit compressed into a small bullet and rocketed up the thread, breaking through a weak point in the membrane that covered the Pit and blasting out into reality.
 
Jorja stood in the middle of a spell circle that had taken hours to draw because it had to be perfect. If not, the summoning would not work or something totally different would happen. She closed her eyes and started to muttered the summoning spell that would bring a lesser demon into this world. As a mage and a scientist, the young woman wanted to kill the imp and then cut it open, see what it was, what it was made out of. Would it be similar to her? Or something horribly disgusting like books always made out them to be? She really wanted to know for herself.

She felt the tug of the gold string and couldn't help the small smile. It was working. She had something, but what she was not expecting was to be thrown from her circle when the demon came through the portal by that golden string. She hit the wall with a groan, sliding down onto the ground in a heap. She blinked her bright green eyes and looked up, moving her long blond hair out of her face. She stared at what she saw. Oh...something went wrong. That circle was made for imps, for those lesser demons...this demon...this winged one who stood taller than herself...that every molecule in his body screamed power...screamed raw sexuality... she licked her lips and couldn't help that her hormones rocketed. This demon was..well..he was sexy as hell. But Jorja was not stupid. She didn't move, just stared.
 
The demon stretched out, joints popping and cracking, pale hands pushing against the magical field the circle generated. To one of the lesser imps it would have been more solid than a brick wall, it would have beaten itself bloody, but to Razael it was so much malleable plastic. He reached forward with both hands and grasped the field, feeling it twist between his fingers, and tore, bringing the essence of the magic to his mouth to feast. It was a good meal, crisp with the precision of a working that had clearly been labored over for hours. Razael's skin was pale, almost pure white, eyes as blank as his wings, body completely hairless. Muscles moved beneath that pale skin as he stalked forward, towering over the small woman who had dipped the golden thread into the pit, looking for some weaker creature.

His knee reached the floor when the demon kneeled, its hand coming forward to grasp the woman's chin, fingers carelessly caressing her cheek. "I should thank you for releasing me," Razael intoned, voice lilting and lyrical, blank white orbs somehow staring through her.
 
Jorja swallowed as he touched her and she blinked at his gentleness of his hand, the soothing sound of his voice. She couldn't help the lick of her lips as she stared at him. Her intentions were not letting him out, setting him free...she wanted a lesser demon. But this one...he didn't seem too bad... and he certainly didn't look like anything from any book that she had read on demons. He looks more like something from a romance novel...or something. "W-what will you do now that you are free?" she whispered softly, knowing that he was far too strong to try to force back into her circle and send him back to where he came from. "Are the stories true? That you are something that likes to kill and reek havoc?" she asked softly, not wanting to offend him, but wanted the truth. The way he touched her and talked to her...was more angelic than it was demonic..
 
The demon clucked, its wings gently rustling behind Razael. They opened, seeming to enclose to the two of them, somehow huge than one could possibly imagine. "Now? Now I shall go and enjoy the freedom of the air, the coolness of water, the feel of the sun on my skin, the feel of the loamy earth between my toes, the smell of the creatures of this place." His nostrils flared as he breathed in Jorja's fragrant smell, the soft, warm feminine smell that radiated from her. "What stories, my dear?"
 
"It's dark. You will have to wait a few hours for the sun," Jorja whispered as she watched his wings move around the two of them so that they were in darkness now. "Demons...you are a demon right? I didn't accidentally go to heaven and pull an angel did I?" she said softly, tilting her head to the side as she watched him carefully. "Stories of demons are never good. Ruthless killers....evil..." But she did not see that in this one, but of course, she had only just met him. He may very well be a killer...evil.
 
Razael gave a light, breezy laugh, his wings twitching with mirth. He removed his hand from her chin, a finger trailing along her jawline absentmindedly, "I have not been angel for so long. I was cast out by the Logos for siding with Sa--the Morningstar. His name was Samael before the Fall," he explained, revealing an obscure piece of lore as though it were nothing. Of course, being one of the more powerful demons, one of the ones who had largely been successful since his fall, "Certainly, demons must appear to be killers. We all have some sort of plan to escape the Pit and exact revenge. I am certain that elements of the Logos' followers would try and get in the way of that, continuously."
 
Jorja stared at him, just watching him carefully. His pale skin seemed to glow in the dark. His eyes were the darkest part of his face. She licked her lips as she leaned in a little closer, she could not help herself. She did not get too close to him. She didn't want to get in his personal space, even though he seemed to have no problem touching her. "Will you harm me?" she asked softly, tilting her head to the side. She wanted to touch him. She reached out slowly, but stopped a few inches away from his face. "Can I touch you?"
 
"I will only harm you if you give me reason to," Razael responded. He reached up and took Jorja's hand in his own and brought it to his face, letting her fingers explore the scape of his face. There was something about his eyes, those empty orbs, they seemed to imperceptibly brighten as she touched him, as though something stirred within him, some recollection. The recollection of the last time he had escaped the Pit--the slaughter had been glorious.
 
She nodded her head and knew she would have no intentions of giving him any reason to hurt her. Her hand slid down his cheek and over his chin slowly, liking the way he felt under her hand. She watched those eyes, noting the way they had changed slightly as she touched him. She scooted closer to that she was almost touching his chest with her own. But she slowly leaned in and pressed her lips against his in a soft, hesitant kiss. She wasnt sure what she was doing, just that he seemed to burn with sexual prowess that caused fire to her hormones.
 
Razael kissed Jorja back, hungrily drawing out her lower lip between his teeth. It had been so long since he had tasted a woman's sweet lips, and he took the opportunity to heart, tongue slowly tracing the outline of her luscious lips. His hand cradled the back of her head, holding her as his tongue dipped into her mouth, slowly sliding along her gums, wrestling with her tongue. The length between his legs, gone unused for so long began to stir, brushing against the woman who had freed him from the Logos' prison. The demon took Jorja's hand and lowered it between them, gently placing it along his tumescent organ, feeling it slowly grow in her hand. "Your lips are sweet, dear," he murmured, giving her a chance to breath before another breathtaking kiss.
 
Jorja rubbed that bulge slowly for a few moments before she moved them so that he was siting on his bottom and she was siting on his lap, his bulge was pressed before her legs at her most initimate part of her body. She slowly rubbed against him as she kissed him feverishly. She hadn't been with a man in a few years since she was too busy win her studies with demons. But she wanted him now. She wrapped her arms around his neck and presed herself even closer to him. "I haven't ever kissed someone like you before. Your lips are so soft and perfect against mine."
 
"I was made by the Logos," he murmured with more than a little bit of humor, words interspersed with light kisses. His hips rolled, that bulge pressing against the most intimate part of her body, lips locking against her's again. It was so delightful, the pleasures of the material world, how women seemed to throw themselves at Razael those few times he managed to make it into the world and go free. His hands slowly roamed her body, dropping down her back, fingers pressed along her spine, holding her hips, grinding her against his member. An easy request fell from his lips, "Disrobe, dear."
 
Jorja nodded her head at his request and stood up them his lap. She unbuttoned her shirt as she looked down at him. She pulled it off and reached behind her to unhook her bra. Her face was flushed a light pink. She let her bra drop to the ground. She reached behind her to unzip the zipper on the back of her slacks. She let them drop to the ground and stepped out of them. She wiggled out of her panties and stood before him completely naked in front of him.
 
"Now we're equal," the demon rumbled, reaching forward and pulling her down back onto his lap. One of his hands caressed her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers. His head dipped down and took it in his mouth, playing with the small hard nub of flesh with his tongue, then treated her other breast to the same treatment. Hot breath played across her breasts, wet from his saliva, as his kisses marched from the hollow between her breasts, up her neck, back to hungrily meet with her mouth.
 
Jorja moaned as he suckled against her nipple and when she reclaimed her mouth, she wrapped her arms around his neck andpressed herself closer to him. She parted her lips so that he could kiss her deeply. She rubbed up and down his length slowly, teasing the both of them with their actions. Her hands played with his hair. She didn't know why she was doing this. It was as if her body was acting on her own, but her mind didn't care. She was so wet for him now
 
Razael's hips undulated, rubbing his length back and forth against Jorja in counterpoint to her rhythm. After what seemed like an eternity of suckling on her breasts, that endless teasing, vibrantly passionate kissing, he gently pushed Jorja to the floor, trailing kisses down her body. He started at her mouth, then went down her neck, his tongue dipping into her belly button, leaving an arc of kisses across her waist, before his mouth settled on her wet sex, slowly exploring with his tongue and lips. He rubbed against the hard pearl of her clit with his nose before playfully flicking it with his tongue.
 
Ooh, this demon sure did know how to please a woman. She smiled and moaned softly as he slowly kissed his way down to her pussy. She licked her lips and moaned for him as he started to lick her. She watched, arching her back a bit. She spread her legs more so that he could have more room pleasing her. She couldn't help but wonder if all the superior demons were like this, or if he was just a special case. When he teased her clit with his tongue, she moaned out a little louder than before.
 
Razael's tongue slowly, teasingly explored the folds of Jorja's sex, the bridge of his nose rubbing against the hard pearl imperiously reigning over her flower as he lapped up her wetness. His lips slowly centered on her clit, softly sucking, then licking, and sucking again. The demon increased the pace of his exploration, his hands grasped the twin orbs of her buttocks, pressing her into his mouth as he pleasured her. The thrums of pleasure, the little noises she made, excited the demon more and more, driving him on to make her louder and louder.
 
And louder she went. As he continued with pleasing her with his mouth, her moans of pleasure grew louder and louder. Her back arched more. She panted lightly, coming closer and closer to her climax. Her toes started to curl a bit and she knew that she was getting close to cumming. She licked her lips as she watched him, finding it very hot for him to be between her legs. It wasn't long before her body tensed up and she cried in pleasure as she came in his mouth.
 
Razael removed his mouth from Jorja's sex after she came, marching back up to her mouth with a trail of kisses. He pulled the woman up and pressed her against the wall, his large member between the two of them. "I want to fuck you so hard," the demon confessed, leaning down to kiss her, the taste of her wetness still on his lips. He reached down to Jorja's hips and turned her around, pushing her against the wall. He positioned his thick organ at the opening of the woman's sex, slowly thrusting into her. Two of his fingers caressed Jorja's lips before finding themselves in her mouth, his voice heavy with need, "Suck my fingers."
 
She moaned out in pleasure as he pushed inside of her and started to slowly move in and out of her sex. She moaned with each push into her and opened her mouth to suck on his fingers. She swirled her tongue around his fingers slowly, sucking on them lightly. He felt oh so good deep inside of her and wondered how long it had been since he last had sex. The thought was gone before she could even think to ask. It didn't matter. He had her now and it felt so good, she might just do whatever he wanted her to do.
 
The fallen angel's head ducked down, swirling his tongue in the delicate shell of Jorja's ear. He slowly increased the speed of his thrusting, pumping against the young summoner's ass. He could feel the jolt of his thrusts against his fingers in the woman's mouth as she obediently sucked on them, "You're so good, so warm, so tight." The demon all but purred as he fucked her.
 
She could only moan for him as he fucked her against the wall. She closed her eyes, panting as she felt him move in and out of her. "H-harder," she managed to whisper, even with the fingers in her mouth, which she still sucked on. She closed her eyes tight as he drove her closer and closer to yet another orgasm. He felt so good inside of her, so good.
 
The demon complied with Jorja's request, slamming her against the wall with every thrust, grunting with pleasure when she accidentally bit into his fingers. It was fantastic to have that moaning mass of womanly flesh speared on his member, all thoughts gone from her head. He had forgotten how fun sex was in the millenniums since he had last been laid, how good it was to feel a woman's tight canal wrapped around his large member. He removed his fingers from her mouth and fondled her breasts, her hard nipples digging into the palms of his hands. "Beg for my cock," he demanded, "tell me how much you need me to fuck you."
 
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