The Corruption Of An Angel [jjfanrb x Tulip]

[Shake and Bake]

The sound of gunfire could be heard all in the sandy dunes of Iraq, zipping by and whistled past Williams head to make soft noises of impact in the dune behind him. It wasn't supposed to be like this. They had surrounded the small team of marine infantry on a mission to gather intelligence and get eyes on the small band of ISIS that were said to be out here. Well they had found them all right but there were many more than they had bargained for. Hundreds. And they swarmed around them like an angry hive of bees. Radioing in for help was not an option after the green gear took a bullet in the side of its housing. They were durable but not bulletproof.

William raised his gun over the dunes peak again and killed two more that tried to circle around but it was futile and retreat was not an option. Then out of nowhere a mortar blast hit the left side of the unit and blood and sand flew everywhere. High pitched screams and cries for help were now flooding his ears as stood up to rush to aid his fallen brothers without second thought. He hadn't taken two steps when he felt a sharp sting in his shoulder and then another in his neck and he fell down gasping for air. What did i do wrong? He thought to himself and laid down on the blood soaked sand. He drew his pistol and killed another enemy rounding the edge of the dune and his eyes started to see black spots. He fought for breath and he thought about home. About his mother who told him not to get hurt over here. About his little sister who cried worse than his mother when he had left. About his father who always expected more out of hi no matter how good he had done. About his girlfriend who had been his first, and his only love he had known. He had failed them all. Choking on his own blood darkness took him.

Then the light came, brilliant and pure it cut through the darkness like a knife and William was drawn to it. As he drew closer he heard a choir of voices and these became so loud that it seemed he was listening to one hundred train whistles roared at him. Trumpets blared and the light overtook each of his senses. Then abruptly all of the noise stopped and only one voice remained.

“WILLIAM! YOU STAND AT JUDGEMENT BEFORE ME. ALL AND ONE. YOU ARE A GOOD SOUL YET YOU HAVE SINNED! DO YOU REPENT FOR YOUR SINS?” The images of all of his past sins filled his head. He had no say and watched them all in his head one by one and by the end he was crying. “Yes lord I repent!”

“YOUR WORDS DO NOT SPEAK YOUR ANSWER! YOUR HEART WILL TELL ME FOR SURE.” There was silence for how long, William did not know. Then “MY SON. YOU ARE PURE. LET THE LIGHT OF MY HEAVEN FILL YOUR SOUL.”

He stood on white marble looking at the gates of heaven when he opened his eyes and outside the gate stood St. Peter whose dark hair was long enough to just touch the white tunic he wore. “Welcome William” was all he said as the gates opened and William stepped inside.

***

Some time had passed since he had come into heaven and William had gotten into the swing of things quite quickly. He had to learn a few things but adjustments were easy; it was heaven after all. He enjoyed meeting old friends and family and seeing new faces as well. It was perfect.

Then the day came however, when saint Michael approached him he sat in the park eating grapes. He was gleaming in white armor and had a rather fancy sword on his hip. His eyes showed wisdom despite his young looks of an early thirties man. “William. My name is Saint Michael leader of heaven's army.” He extended his hand and William got to his feet shook it firmly and gave his wings a flap.

“Nice to meet you Sir,” answered William “what seems to be the problem?”

“Well as you may already know the end of times is fast approaching. War with the devil will come faster than we may have planned. He has an army larger than ever in hell and many of the mortals on earth forget where they came from and bend to Lucifer’s will without repent.” William knew where this was going. He had heard it in his mortal life when he had enlisted. The call to duty speech he knew all too well. And he was a sucker for it.

“You need me to join the fight.” William didn't say it as a question but more like a statement.

“Brother, I know that you are just new from death but it was a warrior's death no less and I would be honored to have you in my ranks.” beamed Micheal with a white smile. “No training will be required for you already have all you need. Come and join and be a Saint and win the war for the lord.”

William thought about it for only a moment before nodding in approval. “Yes. it does sound like my kind of work.” He looked around and saw the utopian environment around him “and this is boring anyways. When can i sign up?”

Michael let out a hearty laugh and in a blink they were in a briefing room. A table for seven was filling up by saints blinking in. “take a seat.” Michael gestured towards an empty seat and moved to the front of the room. When the table was full he saw six other faces he knew had seen battle. “You are the seven that have been chosen to escort an emissary diplomat down to hell. Some of you are new to this job” he looked at William sitting in the back “and others more seasoned” he made eye contact with a man seated closest to the front “your mission is to see her back alive. No matter the cost.” He paced some more pausing for a moment and then continued “you will leave in a few hours. Things will move fast but sleep is for mortals. This is the first time Lucifer has agreed to let one of us into his realm so be watchful for any tricks. You are all brave righteous men and heaven and the lord has faith this mission will succeed. Captain Henry will be in charge of the mission from here on out. Good luck” he smiled and blinked out before William could ask any questions.

Captain Henry, the Saint that Michael had suggested was a veteran stood up and looked at the six of the men he had to lead. “Welcome to Sainthood men. Be at the Gates in an hour donned in armor and your swords. Wings will be hidden for this mission so keep them folded. Fall out.”

So that was it huh? Just a brief and he was a soldier now on a mission? Things were certainly done strange here but he had no objection. Surprisingly he didn't feel nervous or afraid. He felt calm and collected and felt the presence of god filling him. He felt like he was off to a new start in a life he knew was suited for him. Hell couldn't be that bad could it?

 

[Tulip]

A long walk in the dark hall was welcome solitude to Leena . The day was long and full of screams of agony. How it bored her so. Her echoing footsteps matched her heart beat, strong and steady. Once a vibrant member of all that was good, Leena was now as hollow and empty as the promises she once believed in. She bit her lip in anger as she remembered those words, "Your sacrifice will save millions of souls, many will forever be indebted to you. Soon, we will come for your return." She stopped walking as she lifted a hand before her, examining the soft glow she somehow still emitted regardless of the darkness that now consumed her after so many years in hell. Apathy settled back in as she loosened her tense posture and continued walking. It was always such an annoyance when she had feelings other than indifference.
A door ahead creaked open as a woman bowed to greet Leena and spoke, "Welcome back, Mistress. May I be of any assistance?" Leena looked at the woman's thin frame and pale complexion, it was clear she was in the midst of starvation. She rarely recognized her maids, as they always looked different depending on what form of torture they had to retire to when they were not on duty. "Draw me a bath and fetch me new shackles, my wings need to be cleaned," Leena responded. The weight was no longer a heavy burden, though she was always fully aware of it. Her wings would regularly ache to be opened and free of the physical restraints. It used to feel so good when she was allowed to spread them out, but now she did not care to, even when it was permitted. She wanted to be rid of them, but He enjoyed them too much. Her love and lord knew it was no longer necessary for him to keep them shackled, but he enjoyed the way it looked, and often she even took pleasure in the ways he would tease her.

Leena's maid gently removed the shackles and carefully cleaned the white feathers while admiring their soft glow. Leena acted not to notice the woman's admiration, knowing that if she acknowledged it she would have to punish the woman, and there simply wasn't any time. Today a diplomatic emissary was coming from Heaven. It was hard for her to understand why God even tried. The battle was over long ago. The devil was always destined to win. Humanity is a sickness. It is always easier to look into the darkness than it is to look into the light. Leena sighed as the maid reached for the new shackles.
The door burst open and He stepped inside. He stopped to admire her naked form before announcing that she was to keep the shackles off for their company. She nodded and began to dress in the holy gown she had arrived to hell wearing so long ago. The fabric felt like warm air against her flesh and for a moment she felt whole. Lucifer watched her dress and then took her by the waist as they walked to the ceremonial courtyard to await their guest. This was where she had arrived, where she first stepped foot into hell with her head held high and hope still alive in her heart. She inwardly scoffed at her naivety.
" Lucifer, my love, how long will this take? I do not care for the spectacle of your beautifully wicked plan and wish to retire before long." She sighed.
"Do you not wish to see your own kind suffer?" He mocked.
They both shared laughter at the thought. Her sympathy for the fools of heaven was long gone. In fact she sometimes reveled in their disbelief that she could enjoy the ways Lucifer finds to torture them.
Their laughter ended in a chuckle as he pulled her closer and kissed her cheek. "I only ask that you stay long enough to choose which one we keep" he said.
Those words brought a smile to her face. Her misery loved the company of a fellow angel. The mind games she could play to break them down were endless. It brought her unique satisfaction with its twisted revenge.
"Yes, my generous lord, your gift excites me"
They shared an intimate kiss before separating. She stood by his side, slowly opening her aching wings. She could feel the army that waited in the shadows all around them. Her apathy gave way to excitement as she awaited their guests.

 

[Shake and Bake]

William looked into the fiery gates of hell’s gate with a tinge of excitement. This was it. Sink or swim. The emissary had arrived not long ago clad in a sheer white gown and looked as docile as anything he had ever seen. Yet there was a strength to her face, an underlying nature of power. He took that as a sign that this mission would be a successful one and stood straight and lifted his chin and followed the other men and the female angel in.

The heat was all he felt on the other side. The unbearable heat. Then the screams of the anguished, tortured souls that were drowning in the flames for eternity. Yes, this was hell alright. The group was met by a few demons clad in black mail and then they were all escorted to the looming castle that he was sure must be the lair of the dark one. His eyes shifted all around the battlements and found imps and demon eyes peering down in wonder and in curiosity. Not hundreds. Thousands. This made him uneasy. He looked behind him and only saw the stoic faces of the seasoned saints that made up the other six of seven. Was he the only one who saw the danger here? Were these saints so powerful as to take on all of hell and win if things went south? He regained his composure the best he could as he went through the gate and through the courtyard, in which he was not surprised to find filled with burning bushes and trees. He saw the entry to the great hall loom before him as the party slowed to a halt.

“The great lord welcomes you” was all the guard said as he signaled for the doors to open with a slide on the hand. The great hall opened to them all with a great groan of the doors and they all went inside. William saw nothing at first but darkness until his eyes adjusted but soon the hall was lit in fire on every hearth and sconce.

“Welcome to my halls and my realm” said a voice and then Lucifer appeared, the fallen angel who wanted more. The devil. And with him was a beautiful woman with white wings. It was confusing to William on how that could be but he dare not speak and make Satan angry. He found however, that he could not escape her gaze and he could not stop staring at her. Heaven had taken away his lust but yet here it seemed he felt a tiny prick of hit for her. William fought to keep his gaze away and focused on the emissary and Lucifer converse. “It is an honor that HE would be so noble to send some of his own to me”

William did not like the way he said that. Or the hungry look in his eyes as he looked them all over. Captain Henry must have sensed it too, for he fingered the hilt of his sword nervously. “Yes. we have come to make a treaty so that we may come to some agreement.” Said the emissary calmly.

Satan laughed a shrill laugh that sent a shiver down Williams spine as the main halls doors closed with a thud. “Unfortunately for the cursed one in high places i have a stronger army. The mortals commit more sin with each day and less repent. So what interest do i have to negotiate?”

“Do not cross the lord Lucifer! His revenge will be unlike any wrath you have ever seen!” Shouted Saint Henry as he drew his sword.
“Wrath?! I will show you true wrath!” Shouted Satan and then a few things happened at once. The stunning female henchman of his gave him a sort of look. Then fire was engulfing his comrades as demons erupted from the ground tearing at his armor. He cut them down as fast as he could and rushed towards the Emissary and was held back by some force. He had little warning and before his eyes she was impaled with a jagged lance through the heart, her mouth agape in horror. He could not move a muscle and all around him the company he came with burned.

 

[Tulip]

Leena scanned the faces of the holy soldiers. Some she recognized, they did not attempt to lock eyes with her. She hated them for it. I made one of the greatest sacrifices and yet they cannot even spare me a glance, she thought. They knew she was long gone to them. Her stoic gaze settled on one she did not know, and he looked back at her. She could feel the curiousity in him, she yearned to give him answers and the painful truth. She whispered his location to her dark lord with glee, then choas consumed her vision. His speed was impressive, but before they knew it the battle was over. She stepped towards her gift as the beasts and flames retreated. He was crouched before the ashes that were all that was left of his comrades. He stood straight as she came towards him. She feigned a look of worry on her face. He had a tight grip on his weapon. Within arms length she slowly raised a hand towards him, and gestured to him to take it. "I tried as hard as I could to spare all of you, but I was allowed only to save one. For that I am truly sorry" His grip loosened on his weapon as they locked eyes. She could sense his insecurity, perhaps he could see through her. She stepped forward and raised her hand now to his face. Once her skin touched his a flash of his earthly memories flooded both of them. Then, for him, was darkness. He fell before her. Two guards lifted him up. She turned and walked away as they followed.

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A day had passed since he had been locked away in a pitch dark room. Leena had explored the memory glimpses thoroughly to find his weakest spot. This ability was a gift that was given to her early on in hell. With a single touch of any soul that set foot in hell she was able to unlock memories. With those memories she could cloak her appearance in the eye of the victim to be whoever she wanted. At first this was demanded of her as a way to corrupt her innocence. Many who came to hell truly deserved it. Their memories at first were repulsive to her and would weigh heavy on her soul. Over time it no longer bothered her though, and she began to enjoy the act of breaking them down pretending to be a loved one in extreme agony or sorrow.

Leena approached the door and before entering, cloaked her appearance to look like his girlfriend, his first love. Soft light poured into the room. Leena made sure to act shaken, and approached the man, who she now knew as William, tenderly. "It's me" she said. "We must be quiet, I've come to rescue you." His armor and sword had been removed and put away in the treasury. He sat before her, wings shackled. His hands were bound to his feet by short chains. She unlocked everything but his wings with shivering hands. Pretending to be unsteady and weak was hard for her, but the excitement of playing with her guest helped her keep trembling. It had been a long time since she had any real fun. Helping him up she finally looked at his face. She expected to see only confusion but the way he looked at her made her falter for a moment.

 

[Shake and Bake]

He turned to face the one responsible for holding him back. The woman. He grabbed his sword when she approached him straightened up his stance and got ready to draw. "I tried as hard as I could to spare all of you, but I was allowed only to save one. For that I am truly sorry" she said with a look of worry on her face. What was this demon witch up to? He looked over to find Lucifer on his throne laughing, face covered in blood, and the severed head of captain Henry on a pike next to him. He looked back to the woman when he felt her soft tough on his arm. He felt a weird sensation and looked into her eyes. She was evil. But he sensed some good left. A small sliver. He could not think on the matter further though before darkness crept up on him.

Time passed in small patches of memory for god knew how long. Most of the time he couldn't tell from fantasy or reality. The shadows in the cell played tricks on his vision has he began to come out of the crazed state of mind he was in. Blood ran down the side of his face where a small cut on his temple ached in pain. He was immortal. They had all been immortal yet he was the only one left. A tear left his eye as he wept for the fallen. He should have saved her. He had almost gotten to her in time.

He was broken from his thoughts by the heavy metal door of the cell unlocking and then creaking open. Who he saw standing there must have been another trick. “Christina?” He asked in bewilderment as she approached him in glowing light. She spoke to him in hushed tones but he could hear no words only her soft lips moving. They must have some sort of spell on him. To keep him in this weakened state. He struggled against the bonds in earnest causing them to dig into his wrist and cut them. She hushed him with more silent words and nervously unclasped the chains binding him to the walls and ceiling. His armor was gone. His swords was gone. His wings were almost certainly broken and clasped. “How….how are you…” he could not finish the statement though. He fell to the ground weak and helpless and grasped at her dress. “You must leave!” He said through a raw throat “This is no place for you! They will kill you if they find you here!” He stood up with great effort and looked past her towards the open cell door.

She put a finger on his lips and silenced him with a kiss. He was torn. It felt like her but it had to be impossible. He moaned into the kiss and her soft lips were like velvet compared to his own. He broke the kiss and looked down at her. “We must escape.”

 

[Tulip]

His lips were softer than she had expected. He was still so fresh, the sweet sent of heaven was in his breath. His urgency made her feel alive. She grabbed his hand tightly. "I know a way," she spoke confidently. She pulled him out of the darkness and into the hall lit by fire. They past cell after cell, each with a weeping or screaming victim inside. She wondered how long it would take to break him, how long he would have any desire to escape. She hoped it would be a good time. In front of a door, she turned to him. She manipulated her image, her eyes now fading to a dull grey. "What's happening," she moaned,"I can't see you, William, help me" she cried. Guards opened the door from the other side and pulled her away from him before slamming them closed in his face. She screamed as blood curdling of a scream she could manage. Laughter welled up inside of her but she fought it. She locked the heavy doors. He was left alone again, unbound by physical chains now, and only the sounds of tortured souls in the other cells to keep him company.

It would be another day before she would return. She found him back inside the darkness of his original holding. She supposed it was quieter in here, she remembered when she first arrived, she would always seek quiet places too. This time she appeared to him as his mother. "It's ok son, it's going to be ok," she spoke. She placed both hands on his cheeks, lifting his head, she kissed him, passionately, then fervently. At last when he pushed her away she could not hold back the laughter. Her grin matched the wickedness of the devil as she removed her cloak and appeared as she was. An angel with unmatched beauty. She stood looking down at him. "You're coming with me boy. You look disgraceful, your mother would be disappointed." She chuckled and pulled him up by his forearm, her nails sharply pressed. Four guards met them at the main door. She released him and led the group to her chambers. Maids had already filled the deep and wide rectangular bath with hot water. She dropped her gown and motioned for the guards to undress him then leave the room. As they did so, she stepped into the bath. "Come, get clean". The doors closed, the two of them were alone. She was interested to see what he would do. She arrived in hell as a saintly soul as well, she remembered. It took some time to break her. The devil would often bathe her gently just when she was at her breaking point. Her lust revived over time, and that alone broke her. The first time she actually enjoyed His touch was the end of any hope of returning to God.

 

[Shake and Bake]

He followed her out into the dungeon and when he saw no guards he was hopeful for escape. He felt it go away when he saw her eyes go grey and the door out opened and she was pulled into it. “No! He cried as he heard her screams on the other side. “I will kill you all!” He banged on the door wit futile effort and when he heard door lock he knew it he was done for. Two pairs of demon hands grabbed him and dragged him back into his cell and that door was shut and locked as well. He retreated into his thoughts as he stared around the black cell.

***

The constant waves of moans and cried of the other prisoners was interrupted by the click of the lock as…...his mother appeared? “Mother….how-”

"It's ok son, it's going to be ok," she cut him off and placed both hands on his cheeks. He had no warning but before he could say anything her lips were on his and it want a motherly kiss. That ping of lust came back. A stirring in his loins as small as a pinprick. He quickly gathered his senses and pushed her soft lip off of his. He opened his eyes and saw his mother change into the demon witch who had put him here.

“You.” he growled and moved to grab at her throat as she laughed. At the last moment she grabbed his forearm. He was so slow in this state and weak.

"You're coming with me boy. You look disgraceful, your mother would be disappointed." He said as she pulled him along behind her. They traveled through a great many passages and staircases until they came a room. Once inside he knew it has to be her lair. It was filled with red and black plush furniture and a bed to fit a queen. He was pushed into the bathroom and told stand while the guards undressed him. He had not eaten in days but immortals did not need to eat to survive and his body was lean and cut with muscle. It was getting quite steamy as she drew a bath and undressed herself. He forced himself not to stare at her creamy skin, smooth and perfect, or her round globes that stood firm on her chest and her heart shaped ass as she bent over to take off her panties. It was only after she stepped into the steaming water and told him to get in did he realize he had been staring at her despite his efforts.

“I think not demon. I am a man of god and will not be tempted with such witchery and foul doing.” He stared straight ahead at the wall as he said this making sure not to look at her. He was aware that he was filthy, as dirt and grime had collected in his golden hair and un-scarred skin but he would not give in to temptation. He was surprised that he had managed to keep his cock flaccid and hung 5 inches down his thigh despite her beauty and sultry aura. He could feel her heat, her sex and lust radiated through the air even though he stood an arm's length away from her. This was a dangerous woman for sure.

 

[Tulip]

Leena sat in the bath, adjusting her locked wings behind her. Their chains clattered against the side, the sound echoed in the large washroom. Her eyes on his, "You are no different than I, you are no spirit of God. Down here your only hope is the Dark Lord, you are in his favor that you did not end up with your head on a pike as well." She lowered her eyes to admire his body. "I too resisted lustful sensations upon arrival, but with time you will come to be grateful for the pleasure, the anticipation, the release" she stroked the top of her buoyant breasts with her fingertips. "You will not be permitted to leave until you are clean" she said sternly. She manipulated his vision once more to have her appear as his beloved from earth, but with grey lifeless eyes. "Does this make it easier for you to approach me?"

 

[Shake and Bake]

He glanced over for only a second to look her in the eyes and that was too much. He felt the heat of her gaze as she brushed her hands over her breasts. The power of her voice was present as she tried to justify her position in hell. He couldn't hold back the chuckle that came out when she talked of his head on a spike and turned and faced her. “I would rather my head be on a spike than have to live with you. I should have died out there in that hall!” He yelled and pointed to the door. “Instead I'm trapped here with you.”

He saw her change her form and it was Christina. But her eyes were dead. "Does this make it easier for you to approach me?" She said in an innocent voice that belonged to his mortal love.

He put on a slight smile and crossed his arms. “You forget that i don't care about my mortal relationships as i once did. They will meet in the afterlife one day but until then i can see right through your sick illusions.” He stared at her intently and to his surprise he felt a little stronger than he had since he had been captured. Whatever they had done to him must be wearing off as he felt a small sliver of his former power come through the abyss. “You will never break me. God's strength will prevail in the end. Your lord is nothing compared to mine. So you will have to try harder if you wish to make me believe your wicked illusions.” The truth was it really did torture him but he could not let her see his heart's pain or desire. And what was more messed up is he desired her true form more than Christina. He knew he had to keep these dark thoughts away from her watchful eyes so he did his best to keep his face clean of them.

 

[Tulip]

His anger made her heart beat harder and her thighs quiver. She dropped her image back to reality after listening intently to what he said. If he didn't like her 'wicked illusions' she would try other games. She slowly laid back into the water. Her eyes closed as she became fully submerged. Water filled her lungs as she intentionally took it in. She had to fight her instinct to sit up. Drowning was a regular form of torture she endured long ago when the devil thought she needed time to cool down. Could he stand there and watch her drown? Her body convulsed, craving air, the water splashing all around her. She kept attempting to exhale and inhale liquid into her burning lungs until finally, her consciousness drifted into darkness and her body stilled.

 

[Shake and Bake]

At first he was confused. What was her goal in pretending that she would drown herself. He stood still for as the minutes went by watching her convulse and slowly die. Why should he save her? She would let him die without a moment's thought he was sure. Besides, she was probably just messing with him again, messing with his feelings and morality. He looked down and saw that she had stopped moving completely. “Oh for god’s sakes.” He muttered and lept in the tub splashing the water about and picking her up with both hands. She was surprisingly light and her skin was soft. He lay her gently on the black tile floor and kneeled over her still body. He placed both hands on top of one another on her chest in the crevice between her perfect breasts. He began pushing the wanter of of her lungs and when she still did not move he put his lips to hers and gave her lungs his own air. Her lips were just as soft as the last time he kissed her. He really hoped this worked because he didn't want lucifer to connect him to her death if she died. “Come on wake up.” He whispered and lowered his mouth to hers again.

 

[Tulip]

Having been drowned many times, Leena embraced the darkness that came like sleep. Waking up was the hardest part, waking up to hell over and over again every time. As much as she came to accept her eternal existence here, even enjoying many perks, she still loathed the place. In hell, once a body was removed from the water, the water trapped inside would simply disappear, reviving the victim, allowing them to be submerged again and again. This time waking up was a welcome sensation.

She laid still as he pressed his hands down and then breathed into her. As his lips came to hers once more she placed a hand over his in the center of her chest, wrapped the other arm around him and pulled him into a kiss. Her tongue brushed his bottom lip, the taste rose a fire inside of her, she craved more. She exhaled from her nose and inhaled his breath through her mouth, parting their lips more, she slipped her tongue in enough to lick his teeth. She had no intention of letting him go, she gripped the hand she held tightly, and pressed her nails of the other hand into the flesh of his back. She lifted her head off the floor enough to kiss him more firmly.

 

[Shake and Bake]

William had never felt a rush of passion such as this. Her kiss was a surprise at first and unwanted. He tried to pull away but when her nails dug into his muscular back and her wet lips meshed with his own he knew he could not resist. When her tongue touched his he began to kiss back, moving with her kiss and moved the hand that wasn't trapped against her chest around to hold her head, her silk hair now mingled with his fingers. She smelled of some deadly exotic flower and it began to penetrate his wall he had built, the proof was his now hard member brushing against her thigh as he knelt over her laying form.

Then, in a sudden rush his sense of duty and commitment came crashing through his head. He pulled away, breaking the kiss to look into her eyes. “This can't happen. I am bound to heaven.” He said frantically through quick breaths and made a move to get up. William could not however, because his hand was still trapped in the crevice of her breasts. He should not have gotten aroused. It was not possible for an angel to have lustful thoughts…..yet here he was, hard as a rock and wishing for more. “You are making me do things i shouldn't”

 

[Tulip]

Her stomach felt aflutter as he grew hard against her thigh and briefly returned her kiss. She held onto his hand as he attempted, what seemed halfheartedly to her, to pull away. If he really wanted to be free of her touch he could have managed with his strength, but instead looked into her eyes and chose words to express his want to be done with her. She softened her features from intense need to an aching desire, her lustful eyes locked on his. She removed her hand from his. While gliding her fingertips up his arm and onto the sensitive flesh of his neck, she spoke confidently "I am heaven, you have but to take me" She cupped his face gently and ever so slightly arched her back beneath him, causing her breasts to shift and her outer thigh to brush ever so lightly against his member. She could not conceal the wicked grin that crept into her lips.

 

[Shake and Bake]

William heard her velvet words, soft and soothing to his ears. How easy it would be to put himself inside of her and get the release he craved. As her hand traced up his chest to his neck he found himself moving to her touch. He saw nothing else but her. Her fiery red hair, her soft lush lips, her big innocent eyes that said to fuck her without saying a word. As she arched her back her breasts became two twin mountains topped with erect nipples begging to be sucked. Her leg brushed his cock making him exhale heavily. “I shouldn't….” He murmured while his hand moved to cup a breast and he felt its soft yet firm form mend as he squeezed and rolled her erect nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. He kissed her neck and spoke softly into her ear. “I am a man. Not your slave.” Yet as he said this his hand squeezed her breast harder and his other arm slipped under her arched back and he moved to straddle her and hold her against him.

His cock was nine inches of his evidence of his lust for her and it glided over her smooth stomach while he grasped both of her thighs and raised her knees up to her chest exposing her sex. She wanted him to take her? Fine. He would take her. He split open her wet slit with the head of his member and drove it all the way into her to the hilt. His feelings were conflicted. He was acting on lust he should not be feeling yet he was an angel. Was an angel……

He grasped her left breast and began to fuck her. Not passionately but like he needed to come. She was a desire. A sexual fantasy. A means to get off. He felt her tight pussy grip his cock each time he pulled out. It was like she didn't want his cock to leave her. She was taking him even though he willed it not so. He fucked her faster and faster, his core tight from the exercise and he began to sweat. She felt so warm. So good. He didn't know how long he could last.

 

[Tulip]

His decisive and forceful movement ignited her lust even further. She realized just how strongly she desired him. It was no longer the satisfaction of seducing an angel, but the satisfaction of having him particularly, in all his holy glory. Her mind awakened to how physically attracted she really was to him. She watched his impressive member enter her, and when fully planted, she let out a sigh of ecstasy. Her body shook with his thrusts. Her silk walls gripped him tightly, she thoroughly enjoyed their connection. With hands placed gripping his sides and legs wrapped around she looked to his face with wild eyes. His look was solely of sexual satisfaction, and she reveled in it.

 

[Shake and Bake]

He fucked her on those wet, black tiles of the bathroom. He didnt see it as comfortable for her, but he didn't care. He was going to get off. He pistoned into her faster and faster making her moan faster as each thrust drove home deep inside of her. Her legs squeezed so tight around his waist that it was difficult for him to breath but still he kept on. He felt a familiar tightening in his loins telling him he was close. “God it's been so long…..” He groaned through clenched teeth. He grasped her small frame with both hands and lifted her upper body to his lips and began to suck on her pink nipple of and softly bit it as he came. He felt rope after rope of his seed go deep inside of her.

“Fuck.” he said with heavy gasps and slid out of her warm cum filled pussy. He hadn't fucked like that….ever. What had come over him? He had only had sex a few times in his mortal life, yet he had fucked her like he was an experienced lover. He scooted himself back and leaned against the bathtub still panting. He looked across at her and realized what he has done in all respects for the first time. There was no coming back from this. “You witch. You made me…….” He looked at her sex and then back up at her face with a look of disgust. Not only had he been with her, but he had come inside of her. And unless she was barren she could be with cild in months. His child. He prayed she was barren. “Are you happy now?” He asked and hoped that maybe she would release him not that he had gotten what she wished.

 

[Tulip]

She enjoyed the pain his need inflicted her. His touch offered no warmth, except for the heat that filled her. She knew his animalistic fucking would not serve her physical satisfaction. She didn't need it to this time. More than anything her desire was planting a need for her within him. He may not believe it now, but she was certain he would ache for her again. She had succumbed to the same as he, except it was Lucifer that awoke her desire. Her body still wet from being under the water, chills surfaced from both the cooling moisture and the sensation of his seed emptying inside of her. His lips released her nipple as he quickly pushed away, done with her. She sat up and positioned herself on her hands and knees, leaning closely near to him, his seed dripping from her. She smiled when he called her a witch. "My name is Leena, William" her face in front of his, her breath hitting his lips. "Are you not satisfied?" She teased, a playful demonic look in her eyes matching her wild hair and ruffled feathers.

 

[Shake and Bake]

“I don't care what your name is.” He stood up and walked away from her after looking into her evil eyes for a moment. To be truthful, he was satisfied but he couldn't let her know that. He stood in the doorway facing away from her into the bedroom. “You may have won me this time but i will keep myself on a short leash from now on. He looked at the mirror across the room above the headboard of her bed. His eyes widened as he looked at his wings. He walked closer to make sure he wasn't just imagining it. He pulled his win over his shoulder. It was a black feather. Only one but it was enough. His breath quickened and he got wild with anger and moved back into the bathroom and picked up Leena by her hair and slammed her against the wall by the neck, choking her. “I will not become what you are!” he shouted at her with rage filling his eyes. He put her down and left her there and walked across the sof red carpet to sit on her bed. He did not dare harm her because she would just beat him down into submission again. He was not acting like his normal self around her and that worried him the most.