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Between Heaven and Hell (Cheshire & I)

3ngag3

3ngag3

Supernova
Joined
Jan 9, 2009
Location
The Pits of California
"Wha...what happened?" These were the first words the young man spoke as he awoke from what seemed like a dream. His name was Saga, and he was on his way to his classes like any other normal person. There was nothing that really stood out about him. He was of average hight, weight, perhaps above average looks, but there was nothing that stood out about him overall. He could be concidered your average 19 year old high school student. He had no real friends, his parents died when he was young and he generally kept to himself with no real aspirations for the future. In a way, he was the most unimportant man in the world. It was then, the memories flooded back to him like a tidal wave...

Saga was reading a textbook as he was walking along the sidewalk. Something about math or history, he couldn't quite remember. Soon, he was at a crosswalk. Everyone stopped...that was except for him. The young man was too absorbed in his book to see the truck coming. Only when he heard the blaring of the horn and feel the heat of the grill in his face did he realize where he was and what was about to happen to him. After that, a white-hot light shone over his eyes and then nothing. That was until he woke up. Saga found himself fully clothed. He expected there to be signs that he was hit by a truck, but suprisingly, there was nothing, not even a scratch.

That was all for the self examination. It was the surrounding room that Saga was interested in now. The room was quite big, like that of a mansion. Everything was a light shade of grey save for the bedsheets which were black as night. A light wind blew in from an open window. It was day outside, though the young man didn't know if a few hours had passed or a few days...or weeks. Out of curiosity, he decided to get up and look outside. His first few steps were wobbly which indicated, he might have been out for more than a day. But it was a short trip to the window anyways, so it didn't matter.

Saga parted the curtains and gazed outside. What he saw was not of this world. The sky was a bright blue without a cloud to be seen. There was sunlight, but no sun to be seen. And the ground, well, there was none to speak of. Only a still mist that seemed to go on forever in the distance. It was completley empty outside. There were no signs of life. It was so quiet that Saga's breath made a light echo in the emptiness of this world. He backed away slowly and his breaths became deeper. What was going on? What was this place? Was he dead? Alive? Alone? The thoughts raced so wildly through his mind that his whole world began to spin. He collapsed shortly thereafter. It would be quite awhile before he awoke again.
 
He wasnâ??t supposed to wake up yet. Not until they were both there. Not until he was there to explain everything to the boy. But of course he had woken up and now he collapsed and she didnâ??t have the slightest clue what to do. She had just decided to stop by and check on him again and now he was on the ground by the window. He must have looked outside and fainted when he saw what was out there. This was a lot for a normal human to take in. Despite the fact that she was not supposed to meet him until the others were here she could not leave him laying there. What if he was hurt?

The girl ran into the room, finally making her decision to help the boy despite what the others might say. She only wished she had dressed better for the occasion. The girl was wearing a white night gown that only went down to her mid thigh, tight around her breasts to show them off with a small ribbon around the op and some frilly.

The dress had a sexy yet innocent appearance to it. Pale, dainty hands grabbed the boy form under the arms and dragged him back towards the bed. Getting him on the bed was a bigger issue. She managed to life him up but when it came to putting him on the bed she lost her balance and fell on top of him.

She was about to get off him when she stopped. Looking down at the man with her golden brown eyes she got her first chance for a close look at him. Her orange hair was tied back in a messy braid that currently draped over her shoulder. Her bangs had come loose and were hanging down in front of her. She gazed down at the boy. She wasnâ??t told anything about him, other then if he chose her she would marry him. Was he nice? Was he mean? Either way it was her job to get him to like her but she still needed to figure out how.
 
It was then the young man began to stir. With a low moan, he began to move around only to find something heavier than a blanket on top of him. Though Saga's eyes weren't open yet, he was able to instinctivley snake his way from underneath her so he could sit up a bit. But as soon as he did though, his face made contact with something soft and squishy. He was still a bit too groggy to open his eyes, so he had to feel with his hand what it was he was smushed up against. His hand began to gently squeeze and stroke the soft and squishy thing and quickly realized that it was warm and had a heartbeat. Then it came to him that what he had a handfull of were a woman's full and supple breast.

Quickly pushing his face away, Saga laid back on the bed, not realizing he had not yet taken his hand from the woman's breast. His eyes slowly opened to a sight that would make any man think he was in heaven. It was a woman, the most beautiful he had ever seen. Her brown eyes sparkled like honey and her orange hair had the scent of angels. Her lips were soft and supple, the kind you could just reach up and kiss right there and then.

It was then that Saga let out another low moan and began mumbling to himself. "Mmm, where am I?" he asked himself. "Am I in heaven or something?" The young man would find out soon enough that he wasn't quite right in his thinking.
 
As the man began to stir the girl hadnâ??t the slightest clue of what to do. She was frozen in place, unsure of how to react and she didnâ??t really get the chance to do so because the boy, even in his groggy state, moved faster then she did. Before he knew it the boy had tried to sit up and his face was met with the girlâ??s breasts. A deep blush blossomed atop her face and her heart raced. As if this werenâ??t enough the sleepy man reached up to touch what his face met and softly squeezed and stroked her breast.

She closed her eyes, gasping just slightly but not pulling away form the boy. There was a slight chill to the room and the warmth of his hand felt good against her sensitive skin. She was not sure what to do but was happy that the man seemed to have an idea. He pulled away from her, though his hand remained where it was. She found herself staring into a pair of green grayish eyes, beautiful eyes. They werenâ??t scared; they just seemed confused and even curious. She wondered if he had not removed his hand on purpose.

His question made her laugh a little bit. It was a beautiful laugh, like that of an angel. â??You could be... if you choose me... or heaven... or both of us... but there are other choices...â? he began but she sounded very confused, even more then he was. She quickly sat back, pulling herself from his groping hand and blushing deeply. â??I am sorry This must be confusing. I am not supposed to be explaining this. I donâ??t exactly understand it myself.â? She told him, now straddling his middle, if he looked down he might be able to catch a peak of her pink panties.

â??Well there is something that I understand.â? A voice came form the doorway. There was a woman there, long pink hair draped over her shoulders, covering her chest. She wore a pair of thigh high black boots with stiletto heels. A pair of panties was all that adorned her lower half her top was not much better. She wore a black, lacy bra that seemed to be barely enough to contain her large breasts. Her red eyes glanced back and fourth between the two.

â??Lilith!â? The woman on top of the boy exclaimed.

â??My, my, look at you Dalia. And I thought I was supposed to be the bad girl here. Praying on the boy before he even opens his eyes. God and Devil only knows what you were doing to him while he was unconscious. Tell me boy, are you tired?â? The girl asked with a mischievous smile.

Dalia turned bright read and quickly moved off of the boy and away form the bed. â??I didnâ??t! Nothing! Honest!â?

â??Sure.â? The demon said rolling her eyes before strutting out of the room, managing to show of every curve of her fantastic body. This girl was tanned, unlike the girl that had been on him.

â??Lilith! I didnâ??t do anything to him!â? The girl protested, blushing deeply and she ran after the other girl, trying to set things straight.
 
Saga appeared confused as to the woman's remarks. He knew nothing of this choosing of her, heaven, or the other that she spoke of. He still didn't know where he was or why he was here himself. Only that this beautiful woman was straddling him and her pink panties were rubbing against his torso. They felt silky smooth and for a moment, something snapped in his mind. He suddenly had the urge to take her and bring her to the bed and straddle her like she was doing him. He didn't know why he wanted to do it, he just had that urge. Then another voice echoed into the room and as if it were a passing fancy, the desires went away just like that.

The young man turned to see that there was another woman in the room dressed just as scantily as the first. Only she had fiery red eyes and pinkish hair. She seemed to have more of an exotic and devilish look than the woman on top of him who just now got off in light of her presence. All the talk of what was going on was rather confusing to Saga and he could only watch while the two argued with each other. It was then that a sound echoed through the room that had the slight resemblance to a thunderbolt. It made Saga freeze almost as if in fear. However, the next sight in front of him made him more confused than scared.

For in front of the three appeared an individual. Draped from head to toe in gray cloth, including his head. The only thing that were exposed were the eyes, they glowed an ominous yellow and seemed to pierce the hearts and minds of the trio as they locked eyes. Then, the person spoke. It's voice was mixed between male and female, giving it further mystery as to its gender. "It appears the gathering is complete," the voice uttered in a straight and bland fashion. "It is now time to determine if the balance of power in this world will shift to either heaven or hell." It was then the gaze of the mysterious person moved towards the young man sitting up on the bed with a look of bewilderment on his face. "Your name is Saga, correct? Allow me to explain your situation."

"Finally," Saga thought to himself. "Someone who can tell me what's going on around here." The mysterious person then continued. "First, allow me to introduce myself. You may call me 'The Mediator'. I am here to guide you on your path to either heaven or hell, though I cannot directly affect your path, I can assist these young ladies, selected by the rulers of their respective kingdoms in providing a forum to convince you to join their side. For you, young Saga, have been chosen to rule either the kingdom of heaven or the kingdom of hell."

The young man could not believe what he was hearing. Heaven? Hell? Surely, he must either be dead or dreaming if such a monumental choice were to be presented to him. He gazed towards the bed, looking, seeking anything that would make him believe this really wasn't real. But there was nothing. And then something came to him. Not a feeling of confusion or despair, but a feeling of great satisfaction. For years, he had lived a life of mediocrity, not getting any real attention or achieving any real goal. But now, he was important, possibly the most important person in the entire universe. It would now be up to him to determine the fate of heaven and hell. But which to choose?

Saga's gaze averted upward to the two women. He could make a distinction of which one belonged to which kingdom now. The woman that he saw when he first opened his eyes, Dalia, she was an angel. And the woman with the fiery red hair and exotic appearance, she must have been a devil or demoness of some sort. And as if the mysterious figure had discovered the young man's euphoria, he spoke once more. "Yes, now you understand. Take your time and choose wisely. And as for the two young women who are to be the voices in his ear, you've been granted the task of using whatever methods you see fit. However, for now, I would ask that you allow young Saga to rest. He must be allowed to get accomidated to this place. He will most likely be here awhile."
 
Dalia had just passed through the doorway when she heard the voice. She stopped, froze in place before turning to look. From down the hall Lilith also heard it and quickly ran back to the room. Finding the little angel in the doorway didnâ??t stop her; she merely pushed the girl aside and made her way into the room so she could hear what the Mediator was saying. Lilith frowned when he said he could assist them. She didnâ??t need any help to make this boy choose hell and she sure didnâ??t want Dalia getting any help to sway him the other way.

Neither had been completely informed of the situation at hand. They knew that they had to make the boy chose them so they could take him to their respective realms but neither knew that he would be ruling them. Dalia was suddenly concerned. She stole a glance at the devil woman beside her. The man had given them permission to use anything they saw fit and she could tell this woman would so more then use anything she saw fit to use, this woman would be using everything.

â??Some time to rest. Yes. Um... are you hungry Saga?â? the girl in white asked him with a kind smile on her face. He had been unconscious for a while and she thought that he would likely be starving. â??Is there anything special you would like?â? the girl asked, then she looked to Lilith to see how she was taking this and her jaw went slack.

It seemed while Dalia had been speaking the woman took the liberty to reach behind her back and unclasp the bra, uncovering her large chest for the two of them to see. The hair over her shoulders just censored the nipples but that changed the moment she brushed it behind her. Her upper body now fully exposed she walked over to the bed, sitting on the side and facing the boy.

â??The bird has a good question.â? The woman said to him in a very seductive tone. â??Is there anything special you want?â? The woman repeated. Even thought she said the same thing the angel did it was clear that their words had two entirely different meanings.

â??Lilith!â? Dalia exclaimed as she glared at the woman. The glare seemed out of place against the blush on her cheeks.

â??I have done nothing wrong girl,â? the devil spoke, her words velvety smooth, â??You heard. There are no rules here. You best get in the game or you will loose.â? Lilith told the girl.

Clearly mad and blushing even deeper the angel stormed off, likely to go make something for the boy to eat. Of course now he had this half naked women to deal with before he could see her.
 
It seemed as if the two women didn't really seem to heed the Mediators words. They must really want to convince Saga to join either one of them. And based on what Lilith was doing, it appeared that literally anything was acceptable. There she sat before him, topless and seductive, asking him if there was anything 'special' he wanted. It seemed to convey that perhaps she would have sex with him right then and there. It made him a little hesitant at first, but at the same time, it was a bit arousing to have a woman act like that towards him. With the angel gone, he would normally have blurted out his request to have sex with her right there.

But something strange happened just then. As Dalia was getting further and further away from the two, Saga's attitude seemed to change all of a sudden. He began to sweat and blush a bit at the form of Lillith sitting before him. He wanted to speak, but all that seemed to come out were stutters and half words that made no real sense. He even backed up a little bit as if he were intimidated by the woman, something he would have never thought possible.
 
Lilith smiled as the man seemed to shy away form her. He almost looked frightened and for a moment she stopped to consider if she needed to do this at all. Perhaps she could simply scare him into agreeing to go with her. Wouldnâ??t that just be wonderful? But it wouldnâ??t be half as much fun. The man was moving away form her but there was only wall behind him. Despite his resistance she was not about ready to give up. â??Whatâ??s the matter? Have you never had sex with a woman before?â? she said teasingly as she watching him back off. â??If you are having trouble speaking perhaps I can make this easier. Just take off your cloths and leave the rest to me.â? She told him in her velvety smooth voice. She intended to have him before that angel could get her pasty little hands on him.

Meanwhile Dalia was anything but happy. This girl would sue anything that she could and she was doing it now. But what was she to do? She couldnâ??t throw herself at the man, she just couldnâ??t, it was wrong. As was sex before marriage and lust but it seemed like she would have to succumb to both in order to lure the man out of the devilâ??s clutches. She decided to do some cooking while she thought, figuring the boy must be hungry and knowing she did not have a chance to have breakfast yet. She began cooking eggs and bacon, frying up some hash browns and even making pancakes. The sausages were next to cook. She managed to ward off thoughts of the other woman by telling herself how much he would love the breakfast but she wasnâ??t sure that would last very long.
 
At first, Saga didn't know how to respond. In the back of his mind, he always wanted this, but with the experience being new to him and everything, it was rather embarassing. Yet, as he stared into the eyes of Lillith, a strange feeling of obidence came over the young man. For whatever reason, he couldn't deny her request no matter how hard he tried to resist it. So, it was then he began the process of removing his clothing. He slid off his shirt first to reveal a suprisingly tone upper body. He did like to excersize a bit when he was alive and even in death, seemed to be in great shape. Then the young man removed his pants to reveal his tight black underwear. The kind that was snug enough so one's bulge could clearly be seen by the naked eye.

"Is...is this what you wanted, Lilith?" Saga asked the sultry devil girl knowing full well the answer. This feeling of submission he had was not natural, so there was the bit of shivering resistance. He wasn't so much nervous though as he was excited to have this experience with another woman.
 
The woman smiled at the boy. He was so timid, so obedient, she loved it. She had a feeling that she could tell him to do anything and he would and she loved having that kind of power over it. She didnâ??t bother to question how she got it, all she knew was that it was there and she would use it. She watched him undress, her eyes tracing every inch of his body. She saw the black underwear and laughed slightly to herself. They would hold him nicely while she teased him.

â??Yes.â? She told him, â??Good boy.â? She said, like someone would praise a dog for following a command. After that she pushed him down on the bed, with one hand she lightly traced the curve of his muscles, allowing him to look at her naked form above him. After she had finished tracing his muscles she looked down at him. â??Tell me, have you ever been with a woman before? Touched a woman?â? as she said this she took his hands and brought them up so that he was touching her breasts, then holding them there. â??Felt a woman?â? with that she began to grind against him, wanting to tease him until he could take it no longer. She wanted to make sure that angel had no chance.
 
In his state of mind, it wasn't hard for Saga to be forced upon the bed by Lillith. The feeling of her nude form upon him brought shivers of pleasure to his skin. There was a part of him that wanted to take her right there and then, but the overwhelming feeling of submission kept him from doing so. It caused him to grip the sheets of the bed tightly while she traced her fingers upon his skin. Why wasn't he reacting normally? And why was simply gazing upon her causing his cheeks to turn a light shade of pink and a drip of sweat to trickle down his brow?

The grip on the bed was relinquished by the woman as she brought the young man's hands up to her breasts. The texture of the flesh was so exquisite that it brought him to arousal rather quickly. Hearing her tease him so only added to the pleasure. To her questions, he responded with a slight gulp in his throat. "N..no. I can't say I have..." It was true. Due to his nature in the world of the living, he never really found the time to spend with a good woman. He could only fantasize about those he saw in the magazines. But now, he had Lillith to show him the true joy of the female form, despite the fact that she was essentially forcing him to.
 
This was going to be too easy, she needed to do something to make it more fun, more interesting to play with the little virgin beneath her. His response was so beautifully innocent that she couldnâ??t wait to take all of that innocence away from him. â??Well then boy,â? the words rolling off her tongue with such erotic confidence that even if he was not in this state he would have found trouble disobeying her. â??I want you to play with my chest, whatever you like, experiment.â? She encouraged the boy like a more would encourage a child.

â??I will do the same but there is a small catch. You are forbidden form cumming until I say that you may do so is that understood?â? she told the boy, not waiting for an answer she began. Still grinding against him she worked one hand down, slowly pushing his underwear down until it was just skin grinding on skin. Once he was nice and hard she stopped grinding and she began to stroke his length with her hand, enjoying the control she had over him.
 
With the hesitance of a curious cat, Saga slowly reached out his hands and placed them on the bust of Lillith. The feeling of them was indescribable. They felt similar to Dalia's breasts, but these had a bit more firmness to them. He would squeeze gently at some points and simply massage them at others. When her cherry nipples began to perk up, he took each between his thumb and forefinger and tweaked them slighly. The young man was in pure heaven at this point, but he had to remember that he couldn't cum because this devil girl said so. It was so hard though with her stroking his member that he didn't know quite how to stop it. It was as if she were a pro at teasing men like this. He would feel her quicken her pace, then slow to a crawl and simply grind on his hips, all the while his dick began to throb in need.

When was Lillith going to let him come? He did not know. The only thing he could concentrate on for now were her supple breasts. With a quick motion, the young man's hand was around her as he brought her close to him, his lips just making contact with her breasts. His tongue extended then, flicking across one nipple, and then the other.
 
The devil girl smiled, she knew he wanted to, maybe even needed, to cum but she was not yet ready to let him. He was so hesitant to play with her, she wanted him to be quicker about it but let him take his time. It was his first time after all. She felt his testing out different ways, smiling as he did so, an occasional moan finding its way out of lusciously red lips. Another, slightly louder one slipping through when he tweaked them. He was getting better but she wasnâ??t ready to let him go just yet. She stroked him at different paces. She would move faster, bringing him so close, then slow down enough so that he would not be able to reach it. She felt him throbbing and smiled. â??Soon.â? She promised him to give him something to look forward to. But soon was relative and it could be a very long time before â??soonâ?? came.

She gasped when she his lips on her erect nipples. She purred â??Youâ??re very good at this.â? Another moan escaped her as she felt him tongue flick the sensitive flesh. She wanted this to continue, to tease him for much longer but she was interrupted. Just as she sped up her hand again she heard a gasp at the door. Turning her head she looked to see all kinds of breakfast items. She smiled deviously at the woman, with one arm she held his head to her breast so he would not pull away, not that he would in the state she had him in, and looked over at the woman. â??Perhaps you should have acted sooner?â? the devil suggested, a devious smile on her face. While the girl had been preparing to please his stomach she was pleasing the rest of him and very sure she had taken the right path.
 
Each moment that passed for Saga became more torturous as he was brought again and again to the brink of orgasm only to be denied while he was showing Lillith's breasts the time of their lives. Every stroke she game to him, he replied with a moan followed by a squeeze of the breasts. He wondered when this woman was going to finally give him what his body wanted and despite the fact that she kept saying, "Soon," it wasn't giving him any comfort. Yet, he could do nothing but take it as his mind was seemingly being warped into submission just by being around this devil girl.

That was until Dalia came in. As soon as the angel's presence was made known to him, something in Saga seemed to click on like a light. As his face was pressed up against Lillith's breast, a feeling of balance seemed to come to him just then. Without a second thought, the young man pushed himself away from the devil girl and backed away from her a bit, all the while staring at Dalia with a look of embarassment on his face. "Dalia!" he exclamated while pulling a sheet over himself to cover his nudity. It must have been discouraging for her to see him like this with Lillith, but in a way, Lillith was correct in taking her moment faster. And though he did not want to admit it out loud, he was impressed with the devil girl despite not being allowed to cum.
 
Lilith loved the way he was playing with her breasts, loving that she had him trapped, if he wanted to reach his climax he had to continue to do as she wished, until she was ready to give it to him she couldnâ??t continue to deny it. His moans were musical, they said â??yesâ?? and she just needed him to choose her and then she would prove to that angel and her god that good doesnâ??t always win.

But that little pest came in and ruined it. Just as his face was against her breasts the man pushed himself away form her. She frowned, clearly very unhappy about the rejection. Hearing him call the girlâ??s name made her madder. She moved off the bed and stood to the side as the man covered himself. She watched Dalia standing there blushing deeply and holding a tray of every kind of breakfast food imaginable.

The girl didnâ??t know what to say. She put the food on the edge of the bed, blushing deeply as she spoke. â??I just thought you might be hungry... it has been a while since you have eaten anything...â? she told him. Lilith went up and hugged her.

â??Well wasnâ??t that kind of you, you know Iâ??m-â?

â??Itâ??s not for you.â? The angel interrupted her, clearly unhappy about the events she had seen.

The devil girl laughed and patted the girlâ??s back. â??Aww, I thought we could be friends.â? She said teasingly, clearly she had not had that in mind.

Then the devil girl stopped patting her back and extended a sharp claw, bringing it back from the neck of the dress all the way down the back. Dalia gave a cry of surprise as the girl literarily tore open the back of her dress. Her arms reached around her back to cover and hold closed the dress. The angelâ??s face was red and the demon laughed. â??You are going to have to loosen up a bit. Let me help.â? She said, then she did the exact same thing but in the front. The dress tore and with her hands behind her back it pushed her chest out.

Cream colored skin and rosy nipples came into clear view at her chest was liberated from the nightgown that had kept it covered. The dress was in pieces and the angel tried to cover her body with it, holding the front closed with one hand and the back with the other, her cute panties now clearly displayed. The demon laughed as she left, leaving the boy without his finish but with an angel in tattered garments.
 
Saga was suprised to see that Dalia wasn't really angry at him rather than embarrased to see him and Lillith in bed together. It calmed him down a bit and while the food was being railed to him, he let out a small sigh. He was quite exhausted from his experience and the smell of the food coming closer and closer seemed to calm him further. But the devil girl once again sullied the mood with her actions. It was quite clear the food was meant for him, but for whatever reason, she decided that the food must have been for her until Dalia explained the situation. That's when all hell broke loose again.

The young man could only look on as Lillith de-robed the angel with the precision of a surgeon. It was quite a suprise to see Dalia suddenly naked like that and if he weren't horny enough already thanks to Lilith, he would have gotten an erection all over again. as the angel tried to gather the tattered pieces of her garment, Saga pulled his underwear up and scooted over to her, a sigh escaping his lips as he did so. "Are you alright?" He asked with a tone of concern. Unlike Lillith, he didn't seem to have any kind of problem interacting with Dalia. It was like the two of them were friends already though they had just met only moments earlier.
 
Dalia smiled at the boy, happy he was being so kind to her even after she interrupted the to of them. She still wasnâ??t happy about that. She had heard him moaning as she came down the hall and worried that he had already chosen hell even before she had a chance to show off heaven. She was happy that the boy still seemed neutral enough for her to get her fair chance at him and she was hoping that the food would help him to like her more. She wondered if food could compete with sex, she hoped so, Dalia, being an angel, she didnâ??t have the experience with persuading men through desire like Lilith did.

â??I am fine.â? The girl insisted with a kind mile, happy for his concern. â??She didnâ??t cut me, only my clothing.â? She told the boy, still holding what was let of her dress. â??I made you some breakfast, eggs, bacon, sausage pancakes, grits, oatmeal, well, lots of stuff.â? She said with a smile, hoping that the boy would be happy with what she had made for him. After all that had happened she hadnâ??t had the chance to eat anything so she was hoping that perhaps they could share a breakfast together.

Lilith made her way down the hall, she wasnâ??t really hungry, she poured herself a glass or orange juice before returning to her room, which, was sadly, far from Sagaâ??s. She began going through her lingerie. She could always walk around naked but she wanted to have something on her. Sure with the choices she had to choose from she might as well be walking around naked but if she did that all the time then it wouldnâ??t be as fun. Besides, something lingerie could be sexier then wearing nothing at all.
 
Seeing that Dalia was apparentley alright and suffering from nothing more than a little embarassment, his attention turned to the food that was laid out for him. As the angel was describing the food, the young man's stomach began to rumble which was suprising because he was, in fact, and shouldn't even have to be hungry. And yet, there he sat, his mouth watering a little bit at the feast before him. "This all looks really good," he said as he took a piece of toast and ate it before selecting more food items and digging in.

As the texture and taste of the food registered in Saga's mind, memories of his time in the world of the living began to come to mind. He remembered his mother making such breakfast items for him and he would sit at the table gleefully awaiting her offerings. They always had a unique taste to them like only a mother's cooking could. And suprisingly, that's what this particular meal tasted like to him. But soon, this would be an afterthought to what would happen next.

It happened just as he was finishing off a bowl of oatmeal. He couldn't explain it, but everytime he took a bite of food, Saga's eyes seemed to wander in the direction of Dalia. He didn't want to merely look into her eyes or examine the way she was eating her food, but it was as if he were simply undressing her with his gaze. And as he drank the last bit of his glass of orange juice, he was beginning to have more imaginative thoughts about the angel. Soon, the erection he had during his time with Lillith was beginning to return. He remembered how she denied him his orgasm for so long and knew that Dalia would be a little more willing to give in to his desires...
 
She smiled at his compliment, happy that she was able to help him and hearing his stomach he was assured she had made the right choice. She watched what he selected and when he had chosen all he wanted to eat she sat down with him, happy to take the rest. In any case he seemed to prefer the items she did not. While he took the orange juice she was happy with milk, as he ate his oatmeal she picked up the grits. It was slightly awkward, eating with one hand and using the other to keep the front of her dress closed.

She was happy just to be with him ad to have that other girl away. She didnâ??t care where she was or what she was doing as long as it didnâ??t involve Saga. Then she felt his eyes on her. She did her best to ignore them, to ignore the feeling of his eyes traveling over her skin, like a hungry wolf that just spotted a lamb. Still trying to ignore the feeling of his eyes on her flesh she tried to open up a conversation.

â??So how was your Earth life?â? she asked the boy, hoping to distract him.
 
When Dalia asked him that question, Saga stopped eating for a moment and looked down a bit. "My life on earth was...kinda boring to be honest," he started, laying back on the bed and looking up at the plain white ceiling as he reflected back on his life. "I didn't have any close friends...I never achieved anything of real importance...heck, I even got average grades in school. I guess you could say I was completley normal. In the back of my mind, I kinda had this urge or this deep desire for something exciting to happen to me." As he continued, the young man's gaze was once again set on the angelic beauty beside him. "Of course, I never would have expected to die and be here...with you..."

The tone of Saga's voice changed slightly as he uttered those words. He sat up then and began to inch his way closer and closer to Dalia. For some reason, just looking at her was beginning to bring out his pent up sexual frustration. He would have Lillith to thank for that, but still, he had this sudden urge to take it all out on the woman next to him. "But enough about me," he said suddenly as a hand began to creep its way up the angel's leg. "Let's talk about you, shall we? I bet you must feel jealous seeing me score with that devil of a woman, don't you?" The young man edged closer and closer until he found himself hovering over the angel, almost to the point where he was straddling her. He reached out his hand and gently caressed her face, a michevous grin painting his face.
 
Dalia listened to the boy talk. She wanted to know about him. She didnâ??t know why he was so important to the devil but every soul was important to god so she wondered if he could have done something to bring the devilâ??s interest down upon him. She felt bad for him in that aspect. It didnâ??t seem like he could be guilty of anything. He should have had a one way trip to heaven. But then something changed. She noticed the way he was moving closer and before she could say anything about it he cut her off. Suddenly his hand was making its way up her leg. She swallowed and tried to â??Me? I-uh no. What?â? she asked, confused and uneasy.

She wasnâ??t sure how it happened but she was on her back on the bed, still holding tightly to the taters of her nightgown. He was hovering over her, grinning, his hand caressed her face. A scarlet blush painted her cheeks as she looked up at him. â??W-what are you doing?â? she asked him. Dalia was confused. He had been so different before and now she was pinned to the bed, he was practically straddling her. Dalia was just about as inexperienced in this as someone could get. The only men she had spoken to were other angels and they acted nothing like this. â??I-I should go.â? She said and tried to squirm out from under him.
 
Saga looked over the struggling angel, a glazed look in his eyes which seemed unatural. It was as if some unknown force were controlling him and forcing himself upon her. As Dalia tried to squirm away, his hands took hold of her shoulders, forcing them back down to the bed and keeping her secure. She wouldn't be getting away so easily, at least not until the young man was done having his way with her. "Oh, but you can't go," he said suddenly as he straddled her. "I want to have a little fun with you. I'm sure you'll enjoy it." As those words were uttered from his mouth, a few small beads of sweat began to drip from his brow and his hands began to shake.

Saga was actually trying to fight the feelings that were coming over him. He wanted to stop so bad, but the arousal he experienced at the hands of Lillith and the denial he was given seemed to push his body forward, regardless of his willpower. Soon he found his hands removing the tatters of clothing that were left on Dalia's body, exposing her breasts to the air in front of him. As they jiggled around slightly from her struggling, the young man licked his lips in anticipation of suckling these sweet teats of hers, driving her into a state of lustful moaning state. She was going to belong to him no matter how much she resisted. He reached out then and much like he caressed the breasts of the devil girl before, he took hold of the mounds and began to massage them gently so that Dalia could get used to the sensation of having another pair of hands pleasure her.
 
The angel had her back off the bed and was almost out when suddenly two hands forced her back down. In her surprise he let out a small squeakish noise that had to be one of the cutest noises he had ever heard anything make. She looked up into his eyes, shocked and a little frightened. Why wasn't he letting her leave? He straddled her then, but it was what he said after that which really frightened her. She noticed the sweat and how his hands shook but she didn't understand what could be forcing him to do this. Could it be possession? No, this was supposed to be a secure area. But then what could it be? She didn't have much time to think about it as he began to pull away the tatters that was left of her nightgown. She tried top stop him, clung to her cloths, pleaded. Angels were not meant to be strong, not against humans. "Saga! Saga please! Saga sto~ahh~ah!" The angel cried out when she felt his warm mouth against her nipples.

She reached up to push him away but the sensation made her take hold of his shirt, her fists balling and back arching unwillingly at the sensation. She continued to try and plead with him, asking him to stop but the pleas just dissolved to moans the moment his lips met her teats. She tried to stop, to push him off her, to hold back her moans but it was a sensation she had never felt before and she felt utterly powerless against it. "No~oh, pl~lease I~ah~ahh." She tried to speak, catch her breath, control her moans, anything that might allow her to put out words instead of these adorable moans that kept escaping beautifully pink lips. Her skin was smooth, soft as a new born babe, her breasts fitting perfectly in his hands, her heart pounded inside her chest, her mind screaming about sins while her body just wished to throw caution to the wind and take this boy for all he had to give her.
 
Though Dalia struggled lightly, it annoyed Saga enough that he decided to find a way to keep her still. With no rope or handcuffs around, he decided to use the next best thing: The tattered pieces of clothing that he had removed and sat on the bed next to him. He reached over quickly and grabbed a nice long piece. He then took hold of the angel's wrists and held them together while he wrapped the tatters around them and the bed frame. If she wasn't strong enough to struggle free from his grip, she would surely not be strong enough to free herself from her new binds. With her now secure, the young man decided to have a little fun with his new toy.

Saga's gaze turned then to her wings. They were beautiful white wings, the kind you would see on a swan or a dove. He set a hand gently upon one wing and felt around while speaking to Dalia. "You have such pretty wings," he started. "Does it hurt if I do this?" As soon as the young man said this, he plucked a single feather from the wing of the angel girl and twirled it around in his fingertips. "Such a pretty feather," he started again with a look of wonder. "Let's put it to some use, shall we?" And with that, Saga slowly began to drag the feather along the neck of the angel, teasing her under her chin with it. Then he began to bring it a bit lower, to her breasts now. Using the tip of the feather, he began to twirl it in a circle along her mounds. He went along in a spiral pattern, closing in on the nipple which was made erect by his mouth earlier.
 
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