Captured and Fallen

[BlondeAmbition4RP]

Laying upon her back on the bed Seraphina stirred at the sound of someone calling to her, the peaceful look on her face remained for just the briefest of moments after her eyes fluttered open before they took in the strange red glow coming in from the still open window and she remembered where exactly she was. Her eyes widened with alarm as she realized that she must have dozed off and that someone had entered the room while she was asleep. She immediately jolted up and grabbed for her sword, which she had left laying within arms reach on one side of the bed next to her. She'd already half unsheathed it when her gaze shifted to the doorway and she abruptly froze, a confused look on her face.

"Baal?" she asked as if uncertain as she took in the changes to his appearance. Almost all of the testaments to his demonic nature were gone. If it were not for his liquid black eyes he could have very well passed for a mortal.

"You look...different," she commented as she re-sheathed her sword, curious as to what had brought on such a change.

Without the presence of his more menacing and threatening looking features demanding of her attention it was easier for her now to take notice of the rest of him; the lushness of his wild and dark hair, the strength of his body, the striking lines of his face. Begrudgingly she had to admit to herself that he was actually rather handsome.

 

[Erlind]

It was good to see that her instincts still had her going for her weapon first. Baal expected nothing less from his angelic captive. The thing that surprised him though was how perfect her hair remained despite just having woken up. Had angels been created to naturally look perfect? It seemed a little pretentious for the one on high, but he was quite mysterious.

“I thought perhaps you’d find this form more comfortable,” Baal told her with a strange hint of humility before quickly going on, “Sleeping with your weapon is smart, it suits you. The dress suits you too, a little formal for my tastes perhaps, but I can’t deny you look ravishing in it. Much more regal than those boring robes.” The human seeming demon leaned against the door frame admiring her. Seraphina was truly a radiant creature and from what the demon knew of heaven, pride was seen as shameful. He felt his angel hadn’t been told how beautiful and special she was nearly enough.

“If you’d like, I’ve arranged for part of the palace to be empty. I’m not sure if you’re an avid reader, but my private library has a stunning view of the magma flows if nothing else. It’s a place of peace and quiet that is far too uncommon down here. Besides, not every tome is dark secrets and forbidden magic. I’ve got a wide selection of swashbuckling action and books of romance and passion as well.” Baal arched an eyebrow and smiled at his guest.

“Interested?”

 

[BlondeAmbition4RP]

Seraphina wondered briefly at the humility she'd noticed in Baal's reply before shifting uneasily in response as he turned the focus back on her and complimented her on the dress she wore, the admiring look he gave her from the doorway causing a slight blush to show on her fair cheeks. She had not chosen the dress with the intention of looking "regal" or "ravishing", and was indeed very unused to such comments of praise in regards to her appearance.

She was grateful when he changed the topic, her eyes lighting up with curiosity and delight as he spoke of his private library and extended an invitation for her to come. She quickly nodded her head in reply. Perhaps she should have been more hesitant about going somewhere with the demon after all that had happened the day before, but she had always greatly enjoyed books and reading and after being cooped up in the same room for so long with only her own thoughts to keep her occupied she was more than ready for an excursion of some kind. Sheathed sword still in hand, she climbed down off of the bed and moved towards him.

"I would not have taken you for a fan of reading, especially works of fiction," she admitted as she joined him, stopping and standing an arm's length away from where he stood leaning against the door frame.

 

[Erlind]

Baal chuckled gleefully. Only an angel could imagine the worst of him and forget that certain swords cut both ways.

“The angels demand all my kind be labeled liars. I prefer to think we are simply masters of fiction. Sometimes we apply that mastery to real life. I rarely feel that call, but I cannot fault those who ply their hard earned skills. However, I have many works originally written by human hands as well. I’ve never had an opportunity to pilfer angelic libraries or I would house those too. I’ve never been discriminatory about the source of my entertainment.”

The handsome young man guided his angel through the labyrinthine hallways of his palace with ease despite the sometimes shifting nature of his home and few torches in the darkness of the indoors. Slowly, they moved upward until they came to a set of enormous wooden doors more than large enough to accommodate any that could fit in the hallway they had followed. Without a word, Baal placed his hand on the rough wood and closed his depthless eyes. Stark red fire erupted across the surface of the doors forming runes that burned and writhed. It took time, but eventually they died down, leaving behind no burns or ash.

“It’s important the library knows who I am. I am after all traveling in another form with a guest from the heavens. We wouldn’t want it thinking us thieves or vandals.” Baal pushed open the heavy door with ease and a slight creak. The room inside was enormous, even with its size being masked by towering shelves brimming with ancient tomes and paperback novels. The stacks hid the outer walls of the room making it difficult to tell how far they went. The floor displayed rich mosaics of polished volcanic rock tiles forming serene images of great men and women of keen intellect and vast knowledge. Most were human, though a few revealed demonic mentors.

The opposite wall opened wide to a veranda looking out over the magma lakes which bubbled and erupted with true majesty. Stone gargoyles lined the edges of the balcony preventing intruders and allowing the wide unobstructed view of the fire beyond. In the center of it all rested a desk with a comfortable chair large enough to accommodate lounging in his natural form.

“Explore to your heart’s content,” he told her simply. He supposed he should have been worried about Seraphina taking to the balcony and taking flight, but he didn’t consider it a serious threat. There was nowhere for her to go. Besides, between himself and the gargoyles she would not get far that way. It was his own kind of trust, and the angel would learn swiftly if she decided to violate that.

 

[BlondeAmbition4RP]

Seraphina had taken a step back in surprise when the fire had suddenly erupted across the doors of the library, then moved closer to watch in fascination as the runes danced across the wood but did not leave any marks. Even more perplexing though was Baal's remark in explanation of the action. She'd never heard anyone comment on a library as if it was a living thing before. She wondered what would have happened if it truly had thought them intruders.

He pushed the door open then and she couldn't help but let out a gasp at the sight that came into view. She hadn't expected his collection of books to be nearly this vast, nor for the library itself to be so lovely. Upon his invitation she stepped into the room and began to explore the library, curiously perusing various shelves. She was surprised that he would allow her the freedom to move about the room on her own considering the wide opening to the veranda and the risk that she might try to escape, a risk made even greater by the fact that he had not made her put back on the shackles from the day before and was still allowing her to keep her sword. It was a small act of trust, she would have been foolish to try to escape considering that she had not place safe to escape to after all, but it was an act of trust none the less.

Deciding that one act of trust deserved another, she set down her sword and leaned it against the stack of books she had been examining while she went on to explore a different shelf of volumes. She would come back and retrieve it when it was time to leave, but for the time being she would trust his word from before that he would keep her safe from harm. She continued to scan through the various sections of books, occasionally choosing one that caught her interest and holding on to it. After choosing a few titles she moved out onto the veranda and, after finding a comfortable looking place to sit where she would also have a pleasant view of the lakes, sat down to read.

 

[Erlind]

A holy sword left unattended with a living owner is not a sight Baal thought he would ever see. Clearly, she was beginning to trust him despite her protests the night before. Oddly, he felt no urge to seize the weapon, it seemed a meager prize. Besides, taking it would mean throwing away much greater possibilities.

The demon sat back and watched as Seraphina explored the shelves. More than once he watched as the library subtly suggested books to her. They would stick out on the shelf a little, have a little less dust, or light from the fire hovering above his desk would catch just so along gold lettering along its binding. Anything to catch her attention. Baal watched as she missed some suggestions, examined others but passed them other, and took a few. She added at least one the library hadn’t quietly offered. Seraphina clearly had an eye for quality and had evaded anything too much a product of hell. There was however at least one title in her selections that she likely not aware of how lewd the content would be.

He let her choose a place on the balcony and the gargoyles stayed their stone selves. It seemed she had no intent to flee, so Baal relaxed and brought a book out with him and sat nearby. He stretched out on the padded lounge chair, taking a moment to crack his back before fully relaxing. There was still the slight tension of maintaining his human façade, but otherwise it was quite peaceful. He settled in with his book, a tragic romance he’d read a thousand times. The story of a human woman that fell in love with a demon. It was penned by a demon, but published on Earth. It had been meant to show the false possibility that maybe even a demon could change, making tempting mortals easier. In the story the woman was damned, but it was implied that the demon was truly saddened that it had to be that way.

Baal got to a stopping point and bookmarked it with strip of black felt. He’d stopped at a love scene. Restraint does not come naturally to demons, and though developing restraint had allowed Baal to rise to his station that didn’t mean his baser instincts held no sway. Continuing to read about that night of passion would have likely made him do something to crush the trust he’d built with Seraphina so far.

“Enjoying your reading? I hope there was something in my collection you could enjoy. I am a demon after all,” Baal asked his captive playfully, reminding her in case his human looks had let her forget. He did his best to hide the way he was looking at her now. Deception was not his main tactic usually, but it ran in his blood. The angel didn’t need to know how badly he wanted to simply take her out there on the balcony without restraint or care.

“Wouldn’t want you to be bored with anything I provide you.”

 

[BlondeAmbition4RP]

At first it was difficult for Seraphina to truly focus on the book she was reading. Unsure if she had really made the right choice in leaving her sword unattended in the library with a demon, she watched Baal warily out of the corner of her eye as joined her out on the balcony, not certain what his intentions might be. Would he use the opportunity to try and take advantage of her in some way?

It appeared that was not the case however as he sat down on a lounge chair near hers and simply stretched a bit before relaxing and opening a book of his own. Her worries eased for the time being, she allowed herself to relax more fully upon the lounge as she slipped away into the world of the book that she was reading. It seemed to be one of the "swashbuckling" adventures that Baal had mentioned before, the main character being the captain of a privateer during the Elizabethan period. There was a great deal of action from the very beginning of the book, the captain and his crew losing their ship and nearly their lives after being betrayed by the captains partner to the Spanish. Luckily just when all seems lost they are happened upon by a merchant ship, and the captain commandeers the vessel in order to go after his betrayer. Though when the presence of a lovely young woman aboard the merchant ship was discovered Seraphina wondering if what she'd thought to be an adventure story might indeed be a romance. Regardless, she loved the detail of the book. She'd never been sailing before but with the way that the author described it; the wind filling the ships sails, the breeze blowing in your face, the endless blue ocean stretching out before you; she thought very much that she would. It almost sounded like flying.

At Baal's words to her she looked up at him from the book, the corner of her mouth tipped up ever so slightly in response to his playful remark.

"I haven't forgotten," she assured him, "And while there are many things that I could think about you and the things you provide, I don't think you'll every have to worry about 'boring' being one of them." "I'm enjoying the book a great deal," she assured him as she used the ribbon marker to hold her place and closed the book, resting it upon her lap and hesitating for a moment before glancing over at him once more and adding, "Thank you."

 

[Erlind]

The demon sat down on the edge of her lounge chair and looked out over the balcony at the lakes of fire. Large bubbles of magma formed and burst in spectacular fashion. Demonic bats and other fliers swooped across the lake and from far off they seemed a pleasant part of nature.

“I’m glad to hear you find me interesting. There aren’t many down here who can enjoy indulging in literature. Many beneath see no value in something that provides no power. Not very often do I get to enjoy sharing my library with another, especially not one quite as beautiful as you.”

It was strange. These weren’t things the demon thought about when surrounded by those trying to keep him happy and feed off his power. It took Seraphina for him to get a different perspective. He looked back at her. Regal black dress contrasting with her golden locks. She seemed such a natural part of this place despite where he'd taken her from. This was where she belonged, he was certain of it. It was his job to show her that, and once she embraced it, they would be a force none in Hell would dare challenge.

“That book you were reading, Seraphina. May I ask if you truly enjoyed it? The thrill of seafaring adventures and men fighting just with their wit and their swords? I only ask, because the hero’s’ motives are not so pure. He fights for money, revenge, and survival? No lofty goals. Were you still able to enjoy it?”

 

[BlondeAmbition4RP]

Seraphina watched Baal as he sat down on the edge of her lounge chair, her gaze following his as he looked out upon the lakes of fire. From here even she had to admit that in their own way they were rather beautiful, their bubbling and eruptions seeming almost like some kind of giant glowing fountain. The light they admitted was also pleasant. While not as radiant as the sun, it ebbed and flowed in a mesmerizing movement along with the flow of the magma like liquid embers and was quite dazzling to watch.

Her eyes turned to look at him again when he spoke, examining him with curiosity as he spoke of not being able to share the library with many others. She wondering if it were possible that the demon prince might feel lonely. She'd heard it said that those in positions of power often did, isolated as they were by their elevated status over those around them. He looked back at her then, the way his eyes examined her and his questions that followed puzzling her.

"I suppose I didn't think of it that way, but yes I did enjoy it," she admitted with a slight blush, "I enjoyed the descriptions of the sea, and while I agree money and revenge would not be considered lofty goals I would argue that there are admirable things about a man's will to survive and his ability to overcome adversity despite how the cards may be stacked against him."

"Perhaps by the end of the story he may even have a change of heart and find something more worthy to be fighting for," she added, thinking of the young woman on the ship that the captain had just encountered where she'd left off reading in the story.

 

[Erlind]

“Interesting. I wonder if the story had been reversed, how you would have read it. A pious man goes forth in the service of god, but does terrible things to get there? It’s almost as if the content of the story is as important as what sets it in motion.” Baal’s word were in part intended to draw his angel to his way of thinking, but also genuine musings on his part. He wondered if there were depraved angels, or if he could be considered a noble demon. He shook his head. There was far too much blood on his hands for anything like nobility.

Absentmindedly, Baal placed a hand on the angel’s hip. It felt natural, a sign of comfort and affection rather than a lust filled advance. Somehow, despite their differences he felt comfortable with Seraphina in ways he never had with any succubus or shapely devil of the pit. He looked her in the eyes, his inky black ones staring into hers, searching for answers.

“Seraphina, I asked you to think about last night for me? Think about how you felt, and what that meant. Think without immediately passing judgement. Tell me, did you reach any conclusions?”

 

[BlondeAmbition4RP]

Seraphina considered Baal's words. She didn't know what to think of them or his behavior towards her. He seemed so very different from the day before, and not just in his appearance. When his hand moved to her hip its touch was affectionate and gentle, not demanding or forceful like the day before. She sensed that if she were to try to move away from him in that moment he would not have tried to stop her, and yet she did not.

A blush filled her fair cheeks again as his inky black eyes stared into hers and he spoke of the night before.

"What I felt...," she began, lowering her gaze in embarrassment from his as she remembered the way his mouth and hands had felt upon her body and the incredible pleasure they had caused, pleasure like she had never known in all her life.

"I am still not certain what to think about what happened last night and what I felt," she admitted, raising her gaze up to meet his once more, "But there are clearly things in this place that I have thus far been ignorant of... I will do my best to judge them based off of what I observe for myself and not just what I have been told in the past from now on."

 

[Erlind]

With any mortal or lesser demon Baal would have laughed maniacally knowing they were already his. Because it was Seraphina though, there was just this wash of relief. It felt kind of like the peace his library brought him, but more immediate and satisfying. The love scene in his own book danced through his mind, but he stopped it as he realized something.

“Then you’ve never seen a man filled with passion and lust. You’ve never felt a man feel like you did last night. I won’t force you, but if you really don’t want to be ignorant anymore, I find you extremely attractive, little angel. I won’t force you, but I would love to show you some of what you’ve been missing.”
Baal gently too her hand in his. Her skin was so soft and in this moment under the warm light of the fiery lake, she looked so delicate and innocent. He guided her hand to his hard length still hidden by his pants. Then he let go of her hand. He would be true to his word, and not force her. He wasn’t as large as he would have been in his natural form, but still more than enough to make most mortal men jealous.

Every demonic instinct in him screamed inside him. A primal beast lived within in, but for her, Baal quieted it. His heart raced and his eyes burned into the beautiful angel he’d stolen from heaven. His hand gripped the side of the chair hard as he fought his instincts. His breathing went shallow and the demon did his best to keep his focus on her, as his angel. That meant something.

 

[BlondeAmbition4RP]

Seraphina had indeed never seen or felt any of things Baal spoke of. Lust and sexual acts were strictly forbidden in Heaven. Such things had been created for human kind to help them populate the Earth, angels had no need of them...or so she had been told. She couldn't help but wonder now though that if that was indeed the case then why had her body responded to him in the way that it had? If her body had not been created to experience such things then why did they give her so much pleasure?

She wondered about Baal's motives for wanting to show and teach her about such things. Was it just to satiate his own lust and desires for her body? No, if that were the case he could have easily just forced his own pleasure from her the night before when she was chained up and at his mercy. For that matter he could easily try to force her now, but he did not. Quite the opposite in fact. She could see how hard he fought to keep himself restrained, noting his shallow breaths and the way his hand gripped the chair as his eyes burned into her and made her own heart begin to race. He wanted it to be her choice. But why?

She looked down to where he had gently rested her hand upon his length, marveling at the size and feel of him beneath her hand. Tentatively she began to curiously explore him with her hand through his pants, innocently unaware of what kind of impact her soft strokes and caresses may be having on him.

"Why do you want it so badly to be my choice?," she asked, voicing her thoughts out loud as she raised her gaze back up to meet his own in search of answers, "I am your captive. Why care what I think at all?"

 

[Erlind]

By the way she spoke and acted, Baal knew she was being completely innocent, but that didn’t change how it felt. He shuddered at her gentle touch, but collected himself. She wanted an answer to a question and he wanted her to be asking questions. He needed to focus. Holding back was a very different experience.

“I’m not interested in a captive, Seraphina. Captives are like grains of sand down here, endless and of little interest to me. I see more in you. You have beauty and strength like I’ve never seen. Surrounded by hellfire and enemies, you don’t give up, and despite the way I brought you hear, you aren’t deaf to my words.” Baal paused to collect his thoughts and lost himself for a moment. His eyes closed and he shifted under her hand. His heart and mind burned to do what came natural to a demon, to take by force his whims and desires.

Focus.

“I think of little besides showing you the pleasures you’ve been missing. I want to watch your mind open to the possibilities you’ve been denied. I don’t need a captive, I need you, little angel. I don’t understand why, but I do.” He squirmed under her hand and groaned quietly. He felt certain she’d understand the effect she was having now and stop. She’d act disgusted or offended and leave him frustrated and that much closer to his restraint failing. He growled with frustration and wouldn’t look at her, just trying to keep that shred of control.

 

[BlondeAmbition4RP]

Seraphina's hand had continued to softly move over Baal through his pants while she listened to him speak, noting the way he had shifted slightly under her palm with curiosity but then dismissing it as he began to speak again and she focused on his words.

There was no mistaking the effect she was having on him however when she felt him squirm beneath her palm and then heard his quiet groan, recognizing the noise of pleasure as being similar to those that had escaped her against her will the night before in response to his touches. A look of sudden realization dawned on her face as she heard his frustrated growl and he looked away from her.

Her hand upon his length stilled, but did not move away. Maybe she should have felt disgusted or offended, but instead she only felt fascination... and even a strange sort of satisfaction. Before her was Baal. Lord of the Lakes of fire. Prince of Hell and commander of a legion of demons. And yet here he sat confessing of his need for her and squirming beneath her touch. She couldn't help but note how the tables had turned from the night before.

Heart pounding in her chest, she reached up with her free hand and rested it against the side of his face, making him look at her once more. Her voice was soft yet sure when she finally spoke.

"Show me then."

 

[Erlind]

Sweeter words Baal had never heard than his angel asking to be shown how much he needed her. Without hesitation he grabbed her, pulling her body against his and kissed her. The kiss was long passionate and hungry, and at least to Baal seemed to go on for a blissful eternity. His hands explored her curves, pretenses of gentle caresses dropped for rough passionate hands. When his lips finally left hers, they only moved down to kiss and suckle at her throat. His every act was just another way to savor this beautiful creature.

Suddenly, he broke away and stood. He shed his vest, revealing his muscled chest, and the scars of past battles, won and lost. “Can an angel handle the need of a demon such as I? Can you handle depths of desire I have for you? Only one way to know.” Baal taunted her, challenging her and urging her to not only accept tonight, but embrace it. He dropped his pants and kicked them aside. His cock stood ridged and swollen from her innocent attention, a glisten of precum marking the head. He stared at his angel with pure lust and need.

“Is that what you wanted to see,” he asked her, voice dripping with sin, “because I think you want more.”

 

[BlondeAmbition4RP]

Seraphina gasped quietly in surprise as Baal suddenly grabbed her, but she did not resist as he pulled her against him, the passionate kiss that followed making her pulse race and her head spin. Every place his hands roamed he set on fire with his touch. A soft moan escaped her when his lips traveled downwards and tasted the sensitive skin of her neck, followed later by a small whimper of protest when he suddenly broke away from her.

Her chest rising and falling more rapidly now, she watched him with desire darkened eyes as he stood and removed his vest, noting the many battle scars on his chest. How many of those scars were from battles with other angels like herself she wondered. Her eyes widened in shock then as he removed his pants as well and exposed his ridged cock to her view, a blush rising quickly into her cheeks. She hesitated a moment as she took him in with her gaze, a bit of her old fear returning to her for a moment; but his words urged her on, making her want to rise up to the challenge he presented her with.

Mustering up all of her courage, she rose from her seat on the lounge. One hand holding on to the front of her gown, the other reached behind her and unfastened the halter at her neck before reaching down and undoing the small zipper at her lower back as well.

"I want you to show me everything," she told him, releasing the gown and letting it fall to the ground in one soft swoosh of fabric, "All the pleasures you say have been kept from me."

 

[Erlind]

As the dark fabric flowed off of her revealing the luscious set of curves below, Baal realized he’d seen nothing more tempting or perfect in his long experienced life. With a snarl the demon was upon her. He pulled her down onto the lounge chair, landing on top of her. He guided her legs open and slid himself against her slit. He leaned in and nibbled on her neck, teasing her with how close to filling her he was. Teeth and lips explored her, hands caressed and possessed her. He treated her with care, but like a demon. Finally, the demon gave his captive what she had needed. His thick shaft sank into her, slowly so she could feel every inch of him filling her. She was wet and tight as he’d expected an untested angel to be, but there was also a beautiful heat to her. Baal groaned in pleasure as he filled her to his base. It was now that Baal’s mouth relented, just so he could look her in the eyes. His dark endless eyes locked with hers, sharing with her the hunger she caused in him. Whether Seraphina understood or not, tonight was only the beginning. Baal slow and sure began thrusting into his angel.

 

[BlondeAmbition4RP]

Seraphina let out a gasp of surprise as Baal suddenly pulled her down onto the lounge chair and landed atop her. She felt him part her legs and then released another gasp as she felt the length of his rigid cock sliding against her already dampened sex. She thought he for sure with how eager he seemed that he would enter her right then, but instead she was caught off guard when he leaned in and began nibbling at her neck instead. She shivered and tilted her head to the side, allowing him free reign. Soft noises of pleasure soon followed as his mouth and hands began to explore and fondle her like the night before, no longer trying to resist the pleasurable sensations that he stirred within her. Instead of fighting against him now her hands slid around him to grasp at his back and shoulders, holding him to her as he set her body ablaze.

By the time he actually began to enter her she was lost in desire and more than ready for him. She let out another gasp as she felt his large cock slowly slide into her, stretching and filling her completely with its girth. It was then that she felt his mouth pause upon her throat and saw him lift his head and he looked her in the eyes, another shiver running through her at the hunger that she saw withing their endless black depths. Mesmerized, she wanted to keep gazing into them, but lost herself as his thrusts began; her own eyes closing as she moaned in pleasure and gripped him tightly.

 

[Erlind]

Pride filled the demon lord as Seraphina’s moans reach his ears, an angel’s pleasured filled moans were a rare treat that only he could coax into reality. He’d taken an angel by force from heaven, and opened her eyes to lust and pleasure. Baal couldn’t have been happier with how things were progressing.

“That’s right, my angel, embrace it. Let pleasure wash over you and lose yourself in it.” There was a dark rhythm to the way Baal filled her, accented by his own grunts and groans. The tempo increased, slow and steady thrusting replaced by relentless pounding. Seraphina was so tight and sopping wet, the demon simply couldn’t help himself. Out there on the library’s balcony set against the lake of fire Baal took his angel with abandon, relishing every look on her once innocent face and every sweet sound she made. This was bliss.

 

[BlondeAmbition4RP]

As the tempo of Baal's thrusts increased, so gradually did the volume of Seraphina's moans. The feel of his tongue and fingers moving within her the night before had certainly been pleasurable, but this...this was infinitely more so, and it was made even better now that she was no longer trying to fight against the pleasure that he gave to her. She willingly let herself get lost in the glorious sensation of it, her graceful body beginning to instinctively move against him of its own volition.

"Baal," she cried, moaning out his name as her full breasts moved quickly up and down with the motions of his thrusts, "It feels so good!"

 

[Erlind]

His name on Seraphina’s soft lips, and those delicious moans getting loud enough for all to hear urged him to give her more. This was not the first time Baal had sex in his library, but it was the first time it was with someone he’d appreciated the books there. Baal was not new to the pleasures of the body, but bringing them to someone he cared for brought a sharp new edge to the experience. The lounge chair creaked under the force the demon pounded her with, desperate to drive her to the depths of pleasure like she’d never known.

“Let it crash over you like a wave, little angel,” he growled to her sweetly, “tumble into dark ecstasy for me. Cum for me, Seraphina!” His words became a demand. The demon decided to blur the lines a little more for her, and leaned in to bite down on her shoulder as he pounded her. A taste of pain to send her tumbling over the edge. He sank his teeth into her soft flesh, not hard enough to break the skin, but more than hard enough to provide that sweet dark accent for her.

Baal drew close. Filling her, who she was. That hot tight center. He wouldn’t last much longer himself.

 

[BlondeAmbition4RP]

Seraphina could feel the beautiful tension within her body building higher and higher as Baal pounded into her. His growled words made her moan as he urged her on and then demanded her to cum for him. It was then that she suddenly found herself breathing in a sharp gasp of surprise as he unexpectedly sank his teeth into the soft and creamy skin of her shoulder, her body arching and pressing up against him as the delicious mixture of pleasure and pain he gave her sent her past the breaking point and into oblivion.

"Baal!" she cried out with a moan, one hand threading its fingers into the hair at the back of his neck to hold him to her and the other gripping the cushion beneath her tightly as her orgasm crashed over her.

 

[Erlind]

Baal took her like the demon he was. He clung to her, filling her relentlessly and then his name on her lips. Laced with pleasure and desperation as she toppled over the edge of pleasure, it was too much for him. Still, reason under the crushing weight of passion had allowed this demon to not survive, but thrive. Baal’s length slipped from his sweet angel as it erupted and the demon in man’s guise let out a long almost frustrated roar. Thick ropes of sticky seed spread across Seraphina’s thigh and stomach.

He looked down at her with a gentle smile and dark eyes, “Enjoy your first taste, my sweet little angel?” His breath was heavy, but the smile was genuine. He knew he'd tempted his angel and things would only get better and darker from here.

 

[BlondeAmbition4RP]

Her eyes closed tight in rapture, Seraphina heard Baal's roar and was vaguely aware of the feeling of something hot and sticky spreading across the skin of her stomach and thigh as the waves of her orgasm slowly subsided and she coasted back down to reality.

"Enjoy your first taste, my sweet little angel?"

Her eyes opened slowly at the sound of his voice, surprised to find him gazing down at her gently with a genuine looking smile upon his handsome face. Her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths much like his own, she felt a smile spread across her own soft and kiss swollen lips in response as she nodded in reply.

"That was...unbelievable," she told him between breaths, "Is it always like that?"