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Between Heaven and Hell (Cheshire & I)

She was free, if but only for one second she was free, but her body, lagging behind the pleasure that had consumed her, did not move fast enough. Catching her breath she looked up to see what he had bound her with and realized she was now tied to the head of the bed by the tatters of the nightgown then he had ripped from her body. She tried to pull her hands free but she couldn't break loose. Realizing this she looked up at the man, her eyes wide and frightened. When he touched her wings she tried to pull them to her back but laying on her back she couldn't, not in time at least. The girl winced and let out a cry of pain. watching him then twirl the feather around in her fingers her eyes began to tear up. "Saga, stop this, please." she begged the boy. He looked so nice before, so kind, what made him like this now?

Feeling her feather glide over her skin her body tensed. Bare and helpless, she was trapped. open to any sin he wished to force upon her. When he had the feather under her chin she turned her face away, trying to ignore the sensation of the stolen feather on her flesh. She was able to ignore it until she felt it against her nipple. She gasped and turned her head towards the man, scared, sad and angry all at the same time. "Why Saga? Why are you doing this?" she asked him, though her question demanded and answer. This seemed entirely unlike him, he was acting so strange, so cruel, it didn't make any sense, maybe he really was possessed. "Saga please! Whatever is making you do this you have to fight it! Do let yourself be controlled!" she pleaded with him. She didn't know if he was being controlled or if this was just the way he really was but she truly hoped this wasn't the real him.
 
Though Dalia's words rang loud and clear in the ears of Saga, they seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever. That was until the young man had enough of toying with the angels nipples and decided to go lower. Slowly he scooted down her far enough so that he could take hold of her legs and lift them into the air with his arms. His grip was tight enough so as to allow little movement from her as he prepared to do his dirty work on her. Without a word, he slowly lowered his head so that his tongue might get a taste of the sweet nectar between the woman's legs. But just as he reached it, he stopped abruptly.

The grip that Saga had applied on Dalia's thighs to keep her legs up tightened as his hands squeezed the flesh hard. Sweat began to ooze from the young man's forehead and it began to quiver slightly. Perhaps the angel's words were reaching him after all. In the back of his mind, he struggled to keep himself from violating the beautiful woman before him. After all, she showed him kindness and a good meal. This act of his was not something that he should rewawrd her with. But alas, Lilith's cruel influence on his sexual hunger burned inside of him like an inferno and slowly, Saga found his tongue extending to touch the tender flesh between Dalia's legs.

Then came a whimper from the young man's mouth, a sign that though he was fighting it, the desires his body were experiencing were overiding the mind's willingness to resist. "S...sorry..." And just as he said that, his tongue made contact with the angel's snatch. Like a kitten, he began lapping at the flesh slowly and teasingly, sending light shocks of pleasure to her body. Her juices tasted like sweet nectar and he wanted even more. Like a snake sticking it's tongue out to taste the air around it, Saga's tongue began to dart in and out of Dalia's slit with rapid succession. It seemed that there would be no stopping the young man from carrying out his intentions of making this angel melt in pleasure.
 
Dalia watched the boy, hoping that he might get control of himself or whatever was controlling him. This didn't seem like him and it didn't make sense that this could be who he really was. Why would they want someone lustful as this in heaven, someone had to be in control, she wondered if it was the demoness making him like this. She watched him go lower, confused as to what he was doing now and deeply hoping that this meant he was getting off of her. She found that was not the case when he lifted he legs into the air, leaving her fully as his mercy just as he desired. She closed her eyes rather then watch his mouth lower to her pussy then winced when she felt him squeezing her legs.

She opened her eyes and saw the swat on his brow. She knew what he was doing, he was fighting the sinful urges that had taken control of him. Her face lit up in a smile as she watched him. This meant that this wasn't who he really was, that someone else really was controlling him and he was willing to fight it to keep himself from doing this to her. "That's it Saga! Fight it! Don't let yourself be controlled!" she cheered him on, her eyes bright and hopeful that Saga might make it and then this experience could finally be over. Just as she was sure he was going to win she felt his tongue against her soft folds and knew that he had lost.

She heard his apology but it was useless now. Dalia gasped as she felt his tongue again her and tried to squirm away. His grip was tight and rough and she realized that no matter what she did it would not be enough to escape. Her eyes widened and she sent out a small noise of pleasure as what started as a ripple turned into wave of pleasure. She moaned as his tongue entered her and whimpered helplessly. She closed her eyes tight and bit her lips. She was an angel, she wasn't supposed to enjoy this, she wasn't supposed to even do this. She hoped that if she could just some how tough it out then he might get bored before things went too far. This didn't stop her back form arching or the pleasured whimpers from escaping. She tried to pull free of her binds, praying he wouldn't see how he made her feel and that she might somehow get away.
 
The whimpers and moans of pleasure that left the lips of Dalia did not fall on deaf ears. Saga seemed to work his magic in an almost mechanical fashion. It was as if he knew just how to move his tongue or which nerves to stimulate in order to draw out the maximum ammount of pleasure from the angel's body. Then he did something a bit unexpected. After she was nice and wet, the young man pressed his lips against her exposed clitoris. He suckled it for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and vibrating his lips against her much like a raspberry. Whether she came or not from this, he continued to do it until the bed became stained with her juices. Still though, Saga was not finished. There was one last thing he could do to satisfy his urges and plant the seed within the angel bound before him and if Dalia thought she was in trouble before, she would probably not like what was about to come next.

The young man sat up then, looming over her like some kind of posessed monster. He slowly reached for the buckle of his belt and undid it, allowing his pants to slide down. The signs of his arousal were clear by the sight of the bulge on his boxers. He wanted satisfaction and this angel would be the source of it. Saga stood silent for a moment as if he were allowing Dalia to take in the sight of the thing that would soon be inside of her, a mental torture in a way. But soon, the waiting was finished and the boxers came down. The member throbbed in anticipation of what was to come as the young man crawled back on the bed slowly towards the angel. He sat on his knees and lifted her legs once more and positioned himself for the first thrust...
 
Dalia didn't stand a chance. She tried to hold back but she had never felt anything like this before and it felt absolutely amazing. It was like her body was an instrument and he the protegee that knew exactly how to play it. She tried to keep her mouth shut, keep a hold of her lips but it was not long before her mouth opened and, unable to hold back any longer, moaned freely. Her body writhed in pleasure as she felt things that she had never felt before, including her first orgasm. The angel squirmed against her bonds, moaning beyond her control when the flood of the feeling waved over her and drowned her in it. For a moment she thought he might be finished with her but it seemed that he wasn't because he continued to play her, play with her body, she was powerless to stop him. She came a second time and the feeling rocked her as intensely as the first one had.

After that he sat up, Dalia, panting as she tried to catch her breath, thought that he might be finished with her now. More so, she hoped he was. For the angel who had never strayed this was an amazing but tiring experience. She prayed he was done but the way he loomed over her said that he was not. She wondered what else he could do and then got the answer when he unbuckled his pants. Her eyes widened and she shook her head, pleading with him, begging him not to. He had already taken her purity, twice, the least he could do was leave her unentered, at least leave her a virgin in that sense. Her pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears as soon the boxers came down and the hard member came into clear view. She pleaded with him more, begging him not to do this and trying to squirm away. When she saw no change tears began to fill her eyes. How was she going to be an angel? How was she supposed to bring him there when even she wouldn't be allowed back? The tears fell down her cheeks as he lifted her legs. She bit her lip and closed her eyes tight, praying him not to do this when suddenly he-

"My, my, my, haven't I walked into something?" Lilith said with a devil of a smile on her face. She was leaning against the door way, having only just arrived but she couldn't resist saying something. "Oh, am I interrupting? Just ignore me and continue, please, don't mind me at all. I'll just be here watching and greatly enjoying myself as you continue to violate that bird over there, well, I guess I can call her an angel since she won't be one for long, that is, if she still is one." There was a mockingly innocent tone to her voice. The smile returned quickly as she got off the door frame and smiled, "Or perhaps you would like me to join in? You seemed to have a lot of fun with me earlier, didn't you Saga?" Lilith asked as she approached the two, just as naked as they were.

Lilith walked over to the two of them, greatly enjoying the sight of the helpless and deflowered angel. She cupped the angel's face in her hand. "Poor hatching, well, at least you had fun falling from grace." Lilith taunted, loving her chance to torment the angel. The tired Dalia glared at the woman but knew her words were true. She wore the shame like someone wears a coat in the winter, It was clear in her eyes, on her face, her beautiful previously untouched body. The angel tore her head from Lilith's grasp and looked away, not knowing what to say or even if there was anything she could.
 
Everything seemed set for the perfect score for Saga. Dalia lay nude and bound before him, he was nice and erect while she was wet and needy though her words said otherwise. And he was about to stick it in her when a familiar voice echoed into the room. Turning to one side, the young man could see that it was Lillith and she had quite the amused look on her face. And why wouldn't she? A short while ago, it was he who was in the position much like the angel was right now. It would be quite humorous to see a guy who looked timid and shy suddenly turn into the agressive monster he was now. As the devil girl approached the two on the bed, seemed to freeze, his member mere inches from Dalia's wet womanhood. Then, as she teased the two of them and even offered to join in the fun, the blank expression on the young man's face seemed to snap back to normal and he looked around to see the situation he was in. He did not like what he saw.

In an instant, Saga backed up, falling off the bed and continued to back up until he was in a corner. The look on his face was that of confusion and paranoia. "Y..you stay away from me! Both of you! I don't know what you two are doing to me, but it's messed up!" He then pointed a finger at Lillith, an angry look on his face. "You! You put some kind of devil hex on me, didn't you?" His finger then turned towards Dalia. "And you! You put some kind of drug in my food that made me all crazy and try to rape you! You're both a bunch of sex crazed freaks!" In his mind, the young man felt that the two girls in front of him were somehow responsible for his actions and not him. However, if there were any complaints to be made, the sudden sound of thunder silenced all of them. Then came another familiar voice, booming, yet calm.

"You are only partially correct, young Saga." It was the voice of the mediator sent to observe and assist the trio should anything arise. It appeared in a flash, hovering in the room before them and attempted to speak, that was before the young man spoke first. "It was you, wasn't it? You put them up to this! Is this your sick idea of a joke or something?" The mediator, not liking the tone of his voice, cut him off thuroughly. "SILENCE!" It bellowed, causing Saga to freeze mid sentence. "Allow me to explain what is going on here. Being a human, your body is comprised of both good and evil, a sort of balance, let's say. When you are around powerful beings such as devils and angels, their natural aura can cause certain effects to take place within you. Alone, a devil or angel can warp your sense of good or evil by absorbing the latter from your body leaving one or the other to take over. You've seen the effects yourself, i'm sure..."

For a moment, Saga tried to wrap the situation around his head. It seemed to make sense in a way. When he was alone with Lillith, he felt his sinful side being wiped away by some unknown force, leaving him a simple lapdog for her to play with. And with Dalia, it was much the same. Absorbing his good and leaving only a lustful beast ready to ravish the angel's body sexually. But even though this made sense, he discovered that given his situation, there would be no possible way to avoid being alone with one or the other at some point. And seeing that the mediator hadn't said anything about it yet, he was left alone to try and find a way to compensate for this flaw. It would be a tough decision to choose either heaven or hell, that was for sure. If he chose heaven, he might turn out to be nothing more than a cruel master to Dalia, while if he chose hell, he would essentially be ruler in name only, serving the whims of Lillith for all eternity.
 
The two girls listened to what the Mediator had to say about the situation that they were in, both learning the truth about the details the same time that he was. It was shocking to both of them. Lilith quickly realized that if she got the man to choose her then she could rule over hell. Sure it would be his title but with all of the evil and malice in him drained out he would be little more then a puppet for her to torment as she pleased in whatever way she wanted and no matter what she did to him he wouldn't have the strength to stop him or even stand up for himself. It seemed perfect, it was rare that a demon such as herself got high in the ranks let alone became the queen of the entire realm. The demoness was thrilled by the information bestowed upon the three of them, things seemed perfect.

While they spoke the angel squirmed on the bed, she struggled, using her legs to try and pull the sheets over her naked body to cover herself. The man had brought her to an orgasm but he hadn't entered her, she wondered if that counted as a full deflowering or only half. While the devil was thrilled by the news the angel was not. He had seemed to nice before, being in heaven would turn him into some malicious sex crazed, sin driven monster that would be her husband. She didn't know if she could go through eternity like this but she had orders form god ad despite her fears she still had to follow them. "Saga! Saga please untie me!" she pleaded with the boy, being naked before them all was bad enough without being bound to the bed soaked in her own juices. She had been told she needed to make him choose heaven but she couldn't blindly continue knowing what she did now.

The demoness laughed at the girl, "What's the matter birdie? You seemed to be having so much fun before." she mocked her, enjoying the fact that the pious angel was now in no better standing then any other human female.

The angel ignored her and turned from the boy who had crawled into a corner to get as far from them as possible to the Mediator in the middle of the room. "Mediator please," the angel began, still struggling with her binds, "I need to speak to god and the other angels." she pleaded with the mediator, hoping s/he would allow her to do so. Was she supposed to seduce him into heaven? Was it okay for her to allow herself to be taken to satisfy his urges? If he picked heaven and she was going to be queen what would happen to god? She had so many questions and the only ones who could answer them were up in heaven but after everything that just happened she wasn't even sure she would be allowed to go back.
 
The mediator, in its stoic looking state, was not without mercy towards the desperate angel. With a wave of his hands, the bindings that held her dissapeared and she was allowed to move freely once more. "You will be able to speak to your god in time, young angel," its voice rang out. "There is no shame in the actions that took place here because they are all part of the competition. Your safety will be ensured once you get back to heaven." It seemed the mediatior knew exactly what Dalia was thinking and how to calm her nerves. But for Saga, however, things only seemed to be more complicated than they already were. He sat there, looking down at his feet, unsure of himself and an awkward silence filled the room.

It wasn't long before the mediator spoke out once more, its voice clear as the white outside. "Your choice will be difficult Saga. But regardless of what it is, you will be rewarded handsomely in the end." And with that, the young man lifted his head, a confused look on his face. "Reward? What reward?" he asked wondering what possible good could come out of this situation. "That, young man, will be revealed once the game is over. Now, I must take my leave. Call me only when you need material assistance in your deeds." Upon saying that, a flash of light filled the room and the mediator dissapeared, leaving the human, the angel and the demon alone once more.
 
The moment her binds were released the angel grabbed the sheets and pulled them up so that her chest was covered. The girl needed a shower and now she would have to change his sheets because they had her cum on them. The thought made her blush deepen but the demoness pouted.

"Same, I was having so much fun." she said with an exaggerated sigh. "The devil won't be happy if you cheat him out of Saga by playing favorites." The demoness told him but she was sure he already knew.

The angel was happy to hear what he said next, she smiled, though it was a sad one, and nodded enthusiastically towards the Mediator. It was good to know that she would be safe once she got back to heaven, she hoped that god would see fit to restore her purity but with Saga as her husband perhaps safety was the best that she could hope for. If he was this bad with one angel she didn't want to think about what he would be like with a heaven full of them. She didn't even know if he would stay faithful and some pair of her doubted it. Here she was to fight with a demon over a man that would likely turn to be the worst husband she could hope for. God why did you send me for this mission? She thought. She didn't know his ways but she did know that he had to have some plan for this.

"Thank you Mediator. Thank you very much." The angel said, ignoring the demoness and looking over at Saga.

When the Mediator disappeared she looked over at the boy. "I don't know what the demon has to offer you but if you choose heaven there is one guaranteed reward and that would be eternal happiness. There is no pain or suffering in heaven." She told him, hoping that he might choose heaven.

"Yes, the eternity of playing harps. Boring. Hell has eternal pleasure and what man wouldn't want that?" The demoness asked in all of her glory.

The angel pulled the sheet off the bed, keeping it wrapped around her. "I am sorry Saga, I need shower... and put on some cloths... You may come with me if you like or you may stay with her but remember what the Mediator said, whichever one of us you are with will dictate your actions and if you stick with her then she will manipulate you." She told him before heading out. He needed to choose quickly.
 
By the looks of things, it didn't take long for Saga to once again face a crossroads. Should he follow the angel to the shower alone and risk raping her again? Or should he remain with the devil and subject himself to more risque torment without being able to resist? He thought it over very carefully and soon came to a decision. "Um...I think I'll stay here for now. You go get yourself cleaned off, okay Dalia?" To the young man, this was a sound decision. That angel was too nice a girl to have to go through what she did again, especially in the shower of all places. Sure, he would have to essentially sacrifice himself to the devil to do so. But perhaps such a sacrifice would get her to forgive him for earler, even if he wasn't in control of himself.

Saga's attention then turned to Lillith. He knew with his decision, she would be chomping at the bit to get at him again and though it probably sounded futile, he tried to appeal to the devil's sense of compassion. "And please don't try anything with me while she's gone. I've been through enough as it is and I just wanna take a nap for now." Yeah, like that would help. For all he knew, she would try to slip in bed with him while he was out and try to seduce him in his sleep...
 
The girl smiled at him and nodded though there was sadness in her smile because she knew what would happen to him when she left and because she was worried that he might be choosing that to happen on purpose. She hadn't thought of the reason that he was really doing it, that he wanted to give her a break after everything that he had done to her. Her first orgasm had rocked her body and the one after that only made it worse. Her limbs felt heavy and she needed to shower but after the shower she needed to sleep. She realized that she brought his sheet with her but with Lilith in the room she doubted that he would be getting much sleep anyways, still, out of kindness she dropped it outside of the bathroom door so that he would be able to go and get it if he wanted it and if he some how managed to escape Lilith.

Thanks to the devil and sex crazed version of Saga she didn't need to strip before getting into the shower. Heaven had hot springs, she wondered if they might be able to get some here.

Lilith smiled when he chose her, it was a devilish smile that crept across her face. She had some idea why he was choosing her. He felt bad for what he did to the angel and she decided that might help her win him. Hearing that he wanted to sleep she could not help but laugh. She approached him, wrapping her arms around him, her bare breasts pressing against him as she looked up at the man. "Sleep? Dalia got her orgasm, in fact, from the looks of it, she got more then just one. Don't you deserve yours?" She asked him, both mocking the angel and taunting him at the same time.
 
With the last steps Dalia took out of the room, Saga could already feel his balance beginning to slip. It didn't help matters that Lillith was now all over him, pressing her plump breasts against him and teasing him with the thoughts of giving him an orgasm herself. But unlike last time, he now had the knowledge of what was going to happen to him once the two were alone and with that came some resistance. "I'll deal with it later," the young man answered back to the devil as he began to move away from her, hoping that putting some distance bewteen them would help him get his mind off of her. He made his way towards the bed then, finding only a stained sheet, a result of the multiple orgasms released at the hands of the innocent angel. He quickly pulled them off and looked around for something to replace them.

Saga found it in the form of the sheet Dalia left behind when she went to the bathroom to shower off. He quickly grabbed it and jumped into bed, wrapping himself over and over with it. Even if Lillith tried something while he was asleep, she would have to unwrap him in order to do so first. A task that seemed impossible without waking him in the process. Before he drifted off to sleep, he turned to the devil girl once more and spoke out. "Why don't you go feed yourself or something. There should be plenty of food in the kitchen and if you can cook as well as Dalia, you might just have a chance with me."
 
Lilith frowned when she was pushed away form the boy. She knew that by nature he was a good boy and that would either have to change or become his downfall if she wanted to have any chance at him. Why couldn't be have been a pervert? There are hundreds of perverts on earth! Why did the one we have to get a good boy? She thought to herself as she watched him curl up. "Alright then, I'll leave you be." She told hi mas she left the room. She waited for him to fall asleep and then she crept back in, smiling as she conceived her little plan. The comment about her cooking as good as Dalia pissed her off, now was her chance to make him regret it, if only he knew it was her doing it.

An image found it' way into his dreams. They were in his room, Dalia was naked, her cloths lay torn next to the bed as well as an apron. The smell of food permeated the area, Dalia had been cooking, recently, but now she was in no position to be doing so. In fact, the position she was in was good for just about only one thing and that was something that the poor angel clearly did not want. The angel lay bare on the bed, both of her arms tied to either corner of the bed, leaving her chest fully exposed to anything that the man wanted to do and if that wasn't enough there were ropes around her legs, holding them up in a bent position leaving her virgin pussy completely defenseless and open for anything that he wanted to do to it. There were already tears on the girl's cheeks, she had been crying, no doubt started while this was going on. "Please, Please don't do this. Please Saga, please." he begged him sounding pathetically helpless and terrified. She knew that there was nothing she could do but plead with him so that was all she did. "Please," the angel sobbed once more. "don't do this."

Lilith smiled, the angel was utterly pathetic and she was in control, she wanted to see him ravage that angel but she could settle for seeing him do it in his dreams, for now at least because now she was the one in control and whether he wanted to or not he was going to violate that angel and there was going to be nothing gentle about it.
 
As caution gave way to sleep, Saga found himself in a dreamlike state. It was completley dark, save for an image that slowly crept into the young man's mind. He was shocked at what he saw before him. It was Dalia, bound and naked on a bed. Her legs were propped up by ropes as if to invite a sexual assault to whoever chose to approach her. And when that person did happen to come along, a sense of fear and shock came over the young man the likes of which he never felt before. For what he saw before him was a spitting image of himself, also naked and fully erect. The only real difference was the in the facial features. His eyes were covered in a dark shade concealing any emotion that would be brought about from them and his mouth was twisted into an evil grin. This person wearing Saga's skin had evil intentions in mind and they looked to be directed towards the cowering angel before him.

Sure enough, the other Saga approached Dalia, deaf towards her cries for mercy. There would be none in this nightmare. He took firm hold of her legs, spreading them just a bit wider for him to place his body between, and when he felt satisfied in his position, he began the process of pushing his length into her. At first, he teased the outer walls of her lips with the head of his cock, just to give her a greater sense of fear and urgency to escape. Then, without warning, he plunged his length into her with a surprising ammount of force that would most likely have made the angel scream out in pain.

But for her, there would be no time to cringe in the painful sensations of having her hymen smashed to bits, for the false Saga began pumping furiously into her with his meat, salivating at the pleasurable sensations he was recieving through this act of rape. And when she cried out for him to stop, he would reach his hand out and cover her mouth to shut her up for her pleas of compassion only served as a distraction to the pleasure.

And what was the real Saga doing while all this was going on? His voice erupted in the darkness, calling for this body snatching pervert to stop at once. But the voice fell on deaf ears once more and when the young man made an attempt to get over there and stop it by force, he found that he couldn't move at all. A strange, paralyzing feeling had come over his body. It left his legs feeling like jelly and it brought him to his knees, helpless and hopeless, all the while, the sounds of wet flesh on flesh could be heard from the fucking.
 
The dream Dalia could only struggle pathetically on the bed as as the dream Saga approached her. She tried to reason with him, her voice panicked, her eyes terrified as more tears fell. "Please Saga! You don't want to do this! You don't, it's that power! It's making you do this! Don't let it! Fight it! Saga please!" The angel screamed, trying to some how bring some sense into him but none of it was working. She tried to scream at him, bring back the side of Saga that was being forced to watch as all this was happening. Her cries were ignored, even as he teased her entrance they were ignored. Saga would know that the dream him had not taken the time to properly tease her body so that she would be wet enough to make this easier.

When he forced his way in the angel screamed out in pain and she continued as he began to savagely rape the girl, every thrust as painful if not more painful then the first, there was no care or concern, just a lust for her body. The angel continued to cry out. "No! NO! STOP! HELP! SOMEONE! GOD! HELP ME! HELP ME PLEASE!" the poor angel pleaded, calling for her god to save her but he did not, it seemed that no one was going to save her from this abuse. The man even covered her mouth to keep her from calling out, seeming more annoyed that she was being loud then concerned for her safety. The rape was savaged and violent, she pulled her mouth away and called out again, trying anything she knew to stop him.

Angered now by her resistance the dream Saga slapped the angel hard. Every time the angel tried to call out or beg him to stop her she was slapped with such force that it would not jut be red but there would likely be bruises later. He continued to slap her until she stopped trying to call out. Now only sobs escaped the girl as he savagely pounded into her previously virgin body, tears flowing like rivers down her face. The real Saga would be able to hear her now but not her words for the dream version had beaten her until she stopped talking and stopped resisting the assault, what the real version was hearing was her thoughts. Oh god, it hurt! It hurt! It hurts! Why is he doing this? Why did you send me here? You had to know he'd do this! It hurts! It hurts! Make him stop! Please! Make him stop! But the dream continued and try as he might Saga would not yet be allowed to wake up.

Lilith was in control now, she could hear the boy crying out and trying to stop this but she couldn't let him stop it, he needed to see this and more, she wanted to be sure he saw just how horrible he could be if he decided to pick Dalia.
 
Saga could only cringe at the sight of his evil self slapping the ever loving hell out of Dalia. Despite knowing that his words could not get through to him, he continued to scream for him to stop until his voice became hoarse. But he was unrelenting in his assault. Pounding her snatch and squeezing her breasts tight until all of her resistance faded. And the angels pain and suffering was loud and clear in the mind of the young man as her thoughts resonated with his. It was so terrible that he tried to wake himself up. He shaked back and forth the best he could, closing his eyes and trying to force himself to awaken before something terrible and regrettable happened to Dalia.

But despite his efforts, Saga was not waking up. Sure, his physical body twitched here and there in response to his efforts, but Lilliths power was too strong for him to overcome, especially with his resistance so low without the angel in the room with him. He was left to suffer in his dreams and come to the realization that this could be one of the many scenarios he faced should he choose to go to heaven with Dalia. He was beginning to contemplate going to hell with Lillith just so he could save the angels soul. An eternity of torment at the hands of that devil would be nothing if it meant the safety of another person like Dalia.
 
Dalia's thoughts begged for someone to stop him, for someone to do something to end the torture he was forcing upon her, never giving her a chance to get used to him and not even trying to be gentle. He was squeezing her breasts to the point where she would cry out in pain, tears flowing freely from her eyes. Lilith forced him to watch, keeping the scene going, making sure that the boy could hear her cries of pain that 'he' was causing. After what seemed like hours of torture for the poor angel a voice spoke out in his dream. Should you choose the angel this is just one of many horrible things you will do to her. Chose heaven and you will surely become a man worthy of hell.

Lilith was careful, she got off his bed and moved to the door, it had been delightful watching him trying to hard to wake up, listening to him scream for his double to stop. She loved to torment him. She knew once she crossed the threshold he would be able to snap out of the dream so she hurried out of the room and down the hall, happy with her handy work and her timing.

The smell of food was filling the house and Lilith went to see where it was coming from. As she thought Dalia was making them lunch, not knowing what the man would like she picked a typical earth favorite, chicken fingers and french fries, the finest the boy would have ever tasted. The girl's long orange hair was loose and flowing down her back, it was wet from her shower. The girl decided to go with something a bit more practical. She was wearing a beige v neck shirt and a long brown skirt the moved beautifully when the angel walked. The thing that made the demoness smile about her outfit was that she was wearing the apron Lilith had put into the dream. The outfit together would have likely been a very cute look otherwise. Lilith could not wait to see how the boy would reach.
 
Though time passed normally in the world outside, it had seemed like an eternity since Saga's double began the ruthless sexual assault against Dalia. Again and again, he called out, but soon, he was finding that there was no longer any sound coming from his mouth. Whether it be through some kind of manipulation of the nightmare or he had simply ran out of steam, his voice was no longer reaching. Then came a haunting voice that screeched in his mind like nails on a chalkboard. It drowned out some of the sexual noises the angel and his double were making, but it was not enough to mute it completley. It confirmed his deepest fears and seemed to drive him even further into the choice that he contemplated earlier.

But something lingered in Saga's mind. He didn't know what it was exactly but if he had to put it into words, he would call it...hope. Perhaps there would be a way to get out of this situation he pulled himself into. Yes, he would try to find a way to make things right. To make balance between himself, Dalia and Lillith despite her malicious intentions. This dim light of hope was enough to slowly snap him out of his dreamlike state and as if responding to this, the angel feathers the young man had kept on him after plucking them off Dalia earlier glowed brightly.

Slowly, Saga's eyes opened. When he realized the dream was over, he shot himself up to a sitting position and looked around. There was the distinct smell of food in the air...chicken fingers...fries...finger foods. The scent was almost enough to make him ignore the sweat on his body and the erection in his pants as it seemed that the actions of Saga's double in the dream world had an adverse effect on his body. He could hear footsteps now and wondered just who was going to come in. Would it be Lillith, or Dalia? When the angel did step into the room, a queasy feeling came over the young man. The memories of his dream were still fresh in his mind it only worsened when he noticed that the apron she was wearing was strikingly similar to the one she was wearing in her dream.

As Dalia approached, Saga slowly unraveled himself from the sheets of his bed and slid off, turning his back to her. "Please, just stay there," he called out to the angel in a sort of grim tone. The fear was fresh in his mind. He would most likely snap again and force himself on her, possibly doing worse things than he did in his dream.
 
Dalia was so proud of herself, she had never cooked this before but she was sure that it had come out just fine. She had made three dishes of the stuff, leaving one out for Lilith and then taking the other two on a tray into Saga's room, wondering how he was doing after his nap. When she wanted in she could tell that something was wrong. he had been holding the tray up much like a waitress, likely the cutest waitress the boy had ever seen. Her skirt billowing beautifully with every step, her delicate feet bare, her long orange hair still wet but free of it's braid spilling down her back. She was so proud of herself, having made him a mean he would probably love, this only added to the confusion of the events that followed.

He seemed... upset... about something, what is was she couldn't tell but she could tell that the angel had been in there. When he looked at her she smiled kindly at him, having no clue of the horrible things he did to her in his dream and simply wanting to make him happy. That was all that she really cared about so when he turned his back to her. "What's wrong?" She asked him confused. She could feel the fear and concern showed heavily on her face. He told her to stay there in a tone that made her shutter slightly. She brought the tray down, holding it with both hands in front of her instead of one hand above her. "S-stay here?" she asked him confused. The angel went to put the tray down on air when a table appeared. The table was all white and intricately designed, beautiful and sturdy looking with what would be two of the most comfortable chairs he had ever sat in. She had no clue what it was but something was clearly wrong.
 
Saga didn't even want to look at Dalia at this point. Fear seemed to consume him at what he would become if he got any closer to her. So while the angel was setting down the tray of food, he decided to put a little distance between the two of them. There was a balcony nearby with some room for him to sit outside. He broke for it right away and slid the glass door shut behind him when he got out. Slowly, he slid down to a sitting position and gazed into the foggy white eternity before him.

By this time, of course, Dalia would realize something was up and try to stop him, but the moment she would, he would quickly turn his head and with a stern look on his face, reply, "Don't open the door! Please...you know what happened last time..." He turned back to the outside and let out a soft sigh before continuing. "I'm sorry. I know you're a nice girl and everything, but I don't want to hurt you again. You understand, right? I mean, at least as long as we're like this, we can still talk so it shouldn't be much of a problem unless you want to touch me or something."
 
Dalia watched him confused and concerned, something was wrong and she just wanted to make him feel better, she wanted him to be happy like he would in heaven, like all of the other people were when they got to heaven. Sadly, it didn't seem like that was going to happen. His fear seemed to be consuming him and he didn't want her to get any closer. She remembered what happened last time she got close to him, it wasn't something she would forget anytime soon but it wasn't going to keep her from caring for the boy. It wasn't his fault he became that way when she was close to him. She would be able to handle herself if she knew that he was going to go through an eternity of torment at Lilith's hands because she couldn't convince him to join heaven.

When he stepped out onto the balcony she went to stop him but he turned and told her not to. She watched him confused as he closed the door behind him and she listened to what he said. The angel looked down sadly, clearly disheartened by the situation. She didn't want to have to talk through the glass but if he thought it was the only thing that was going to keep him from becoming something terrible then she would have to respect his wishes. She turned to the for behind her, she had made it specially for him. "Well, if you are going to stay there then you still have to eat." The angel said, taking the dish she made for him a well as the glass of water and opening the door. She put the food outside the door so he could eat and then she went to go back into the house, trying to convince herself this was a good thing.
 
That foolish angel. How quickly she had forgotten what had happened when they got into close contact for the first time. For when the glass door slid open and Dalia extended herself to set the food out for him, Saga's hand quickly reached out to grab her. And it wasn't one of those warning grabs either. His grip indicated that he wanted to hold her there for an extended period, and when the young man looked up from the ground into her eyes, that familiar blank expression appeared on his face again. He clearly had impure intentions for the angel and intended to carry them out whether she was outside or not. The young man rose to his feet then, bringing her to eye level with him. He placed his free hand on her shoulder and moved her back into the house without so much as a word. Inside it was, apparentley.

If Dalia were struggling by now, Saga would solve this by lifting her over his shoulders and on to the bed. There, he would quickly straddle her and pin her wrists down with one hand while he slowly undid her apron with the other. He gazed upon it steadily, remembering the visions he had in his dream. And without his good side to balance him out, the young man began to feel aroused at the sight of it. It made his body burn with passion, similar to that of the doppelganger that forced himself upon the angel in his dream. But what to do with it?
 
Dalia was just reaching out there to give him the food that she had made for him when suddenly he grabbed her wrist and at that moment she knew he was loosing himself again. The angel struggled to pull herself away but he was still to strong for her to free herself from his grip. Her frightened eyes met with his blank ones and she saw that he was already gone even if she refused to believe it. She was pulled to her feet and when he put his free hand on her shoulder she tried to push it off. He was forcing her back into the house, back where the bed was. A whimper escaped her, he was going to rape her again. She struggled wildly only to be lifted from the ground and then onto the bed.

While she still had a free hand Dalia did something previously unthinkable. She slapped the man across the cheek with all the force she could muster, yelling his name as loud as she could at the exact same time. This seemed to be the only thing she would be able to do for soon she was pined. The apron tied around the back and lifted over her neck, she could feel him trying to take it off. This time Dalia was not so kind, she screamed and yelled, trying to kick him anyway and anywhere she could, she just wnated to get him off her before thing turned out like they did last time.
 
As he forced her onto the bed, Saga expected things to go much as they did last time. Dalia would offer little to no resistance and he would soon have his way with her. Boy was he wrong. This time, as if driven by a desperate need to survive, she actually began to fight back, screaming bloody murder at him, kicking and punching, anything to get away. This resistance was rather unexpected to the young man who seemed to recoil in surprise. But soon, he had enough of her struggling, especially since she connected in some rather sensitive areas. To make sure she didn't put up anymore resistance, he grabbed her hands and with the unstrung bit of apron that went around the back, proceeded to bind her wrists together behind her back, effectivley trapping her in her own cooking ware.

Oh, how Dalia must have been frightened then, once again bound and given little chance to move around while Saga had his way with her. Granted, it wouldn't be much like it was in his dream, but he was going to be a little rougher this time around. He started by lifting the lower flap of her apron up a bit so he could reach under her shirt with his hands. Once he got under there, he went straight for the breasts, squeezing and tugging at the nipples to bring back those sinful sensations to her body. He wondered then if she remembered them at all, perhaps enough to even desire them at some point. Whether she wanted to or not though, the young man was going to give her body a workout she would never forget.
 
When she fought back she saw him pull backward. She thought for a second that he had control and stopped only to find that had not been the case. She cried out as he forced her arms behind her, doing her best to fight him off and trying her hardest to escape. Despite her cries and her struggles he managed to trap her within her own apron. When he went under it she quickly crossed her legs tightly to keep him away form her more sensitive area but instead he went up and under her shirt, even under the bra and straight to her sensitive flesh. She bit her lip and whimpered as he pinched and pulled at her nipples, forcing unwelcome feelings of pleasure throughout her body. "Stop this, please." She begged him before wincing form the sensations, right now she just hoped that her breasts were the only thing he was interested in.
 
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