Fallen From Grace (closed for RainingHeat)

[dryfter]

She certainly was in trouble now.....now that they had finally found her.

And what a mess she was. Blonde hair matted to her scalp with her lover's seed, the same virile substance that slicked her tanned skin and still oozed copiously from her holes...even as she let just a little more slide from between her full lips to drip down her chin....her throat a ragged mess where he had used her so gloriously.

And yet, as the 7 stood around her.....ones that she once loved and vowed to serve and protect with all her heart and soul....it was with hate and wicked contempt she viewed them. She knew what had to be coming....and it wouldn't be pleasant....at all.

And yet, when Rafael stepped before her, a derisive scowl lining his already fierce countenance....she had been no means ready for the first of her curses. The head of her demon lover, the entity responsible for her seduction....and the blissful corruption that had come with it....dropped nonchalantly at her feet. With a soft cry, Alexis rose to her knees....crawling in all her nude glory to spill suddenly rising tears over the grisly trophy.

"No...."

She was on her feet in a flash....not of her own ability or will....but of those around her. The buxom angel flinched at their combined fury.....the seven archangels of God bearing down on her with their rage at what she had done. In the presence of such power.....the much younger angel found herself completely paralyzed....even when she wished for nothing more than the strength to run right now.....to fly far away.....

Xephiel stepped forward and her eyes widened. The avenging angel had already delivered his curse....what could this one have in store for her? Certainly his visage held no more kindness or pity than Rafael's had. It was only when the archangel raised a glimmering blade that Alexis truly began to wonder if she had gone to far.....would they really end her existance?

Long seconds passed as the dark skinned angel slipped from view, Alexis still unable to move in whatever spell they had cast on her. Anxiety only mounted further when the grand seraph, Suziel stepped forward to fix her with a burning stare.

"Such a whore you've become, Mirshann. I never dreamed that my own assistant would sink so low as to allow herself to be violated by a demon."

Just then, Xephiel made his presence felt....strong fingers entwining in her hair....yanking the long and glorious locks backward. Perfect blue eyes widened in horror and alarm, a small cry escaping her bruised throat as Alexis felt the sharpened edge of the blade slash through her feminine pride. A long arm reached over her shoulder....even as Raechiel stepped forward to press a firm palm against her toned angelic stomach. The blonde hair burned and sizzled in the archangel's grasp.....blackening to the most perfect of all shades of black. It didn't take any explanation.....a haircut....no matter how rough....shouldn't burn like hers did now.....a similar transformation that would just be the beginning of her disgrace.

And yet her new raven locks were the least of her worries as Mirshann arched suddenly in raw agony, every nerve in her body on fire, muscles spasming beneath Raechiel's touch. Tears flowed freely from impossibly wide eyes, the agony too much to even scream through.....

"This is my curse, daughter. Rafael denies you your lover. I deny you his unborn child. The blasphemy he created in you is dead before it even started to gain strength.....know now what you have done."

The archangel's eyes widened suddenly at the presence of another hand. Curious he turned back to Suziel....noting the sudden flow of power from the seraph into her former student....negating just the smallest of details of her comrade's curse.

"Suziel? You seek to free her from the barrenness that I have forced her to live with? To grant her fertility once more? Why?"

And yet when their eyes met, it wasn't kindness he saw there.....

"So you dreamt of being a whore, Mirshann? Then you shall have your wish."

The others came to her then.....each visiting their own curse upon her. Rumisiel placing a brand upon her shapely back, the sign of Satan clearly etched on her flesh....branding her as a member of the fallen. Lorelei continuing the changes of her body....robbing her of her bountiful bosom.....her gloriously seductive tan.....her breasts gradually reduced to a fraction of their original size even as her skin paled almost to the appearance of moonlight.....

Through it all Suziel never ceased pouring her power into her one-time assistant....exercising her powers over love and lust to ignite a different sort of burning within this fallen's body. One that could only be quenched one way.....the way she herself had chosen. She was dangerous, yes......but she could be bound.

"I will tell you my curse, Mirshann....but only because I want you to fight it. I want you know what has been done to you, and what will be done to you. Right now, you feel nothing save for the rigors and trials your damned lover put you through....trials you seek to experience again even now. The next man you lay eyes on......you will feel my curse.....you will feel my enmity as your body heats like nothing you've ever seen. And further more.....your womb is ripe......and you will bear fruit. Hope....pray.....that the children you will bear will one day reconcile the actions of their mother."

The seraph gave the pitiful creature before her a sad smile, "Fight it Mirshann....fight it and lose.....for the next man you enjoy.....will ensnare your soul in servitude for all eternity.....for your own sinful flesh will demand its surrender."

Powerful hands closed then about her wings.....Mirshann's icy blue eyes widening suddenly. She had forgotten one.....she wasn't done yet.....and he was the most powerful of all.....

The heavens tore asunder as the delicate bones of her wings snapped beneath the might of the furious Gabriel. Pearlescent feathers, blackening instantly as the chief archangel's very touch forced to the surface the presence of her corruption. He held her there....a thin line of saliva dripping from between stunned and horrified lips.....the agony too great even for her......waiting for the last vestige of pretense to be shredded......her once lusterous coat of feathers now a cape of black gloss.....

With a thunderous shout he lifted her, ignoring the injuries he'd just inflicted, indeed desiring to inflict as much pain as her tiny mind could ever withstand before hurling her earthward.....never to return to heaven......or so he had always hoped......

"It is not to the demons we curse you, Mirshann. It is the mortal world you shall walk until the end of your days....."

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Thin hands brushed through a full blonde mane of hair. Just what the hell had caused that explosion? A failed military bombing run, or what? Wouldn't be the first time a laser guided explosive dropped in the wrong place.....that was part of the glory of living within just a few miles of a military base that tested as much as Nevada's did. Still.....he wouldn't give up his cabin for the world. It provided comfort and solitude the majority of the time.....plenty of encouragement to write his new book.

Though sometimes the lonliness did get to him. For some reason he just couldn't bring himself to stoop so low as to get a hooker, despite all the ranches built around the surrounding desert for just that reason.

Your mind's wandering again....not good. Are you really that nervous?

It had to be here somewhere......flaming comets don't crash down in practically your back yard every day. He just had to take a look before the military got here....which they undoubtedly would. If he was lucky, perhaps he could even find something claimable.....meteorite ore or something stupid like that. Literature wasn't always what it was cracked up to be.....a valuable or two to sell would make for nice insurance.

And there it was.....

Grant's eyes widened slowly at the size of the crater.....the soft desert sand mixed with its salt forming a smoky glass where intense heat had melted the two together. And in the middle of this obscenity to nature......seemed to be someone laying down......hurt perhaps?

"Hello? Hello there......are you ok?"

He had no weapon to defend himself, and yet it was a pretty sure bet that whoever was caught up in the middle of what happened here probably hadn't survived it. As he drew closer.....the huddled figure took on more and more feminine of features.......a girl? Stopping suddenly....his eyes widened in alarm as the body in the center of this crater stirred ever so slightly.....shifting even more long seconds later before emitting a low moan.....

"Hello....are you ok?.....what the fuck happened to you?"

 

[RainingHeat]

Mirshann...

She had once been beautiful...

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She had once been favored...

She had been tempted...

She had fallen.....

and now... she was falling once more....

Falling..

Well, if one wanted to get technical, she was thrown....

But none the less, she was falling... tumbling, her body flailing, a stray feather, and there were really none left, torn free as she hurtled downwards.

When she hit the ground with a resounding thud, all air, and all consciousness was torn from her, leaving her in a heap, amidst the heat and the incredible crater that her descent and eventual landing had caused. The vibration from her landing shuddering any nearby structure, or anything else for that matter.

The locals all hailed it as a falling star. Others thought the light that raced across the sky was a meteor. Perhaps a piece of space junk falling to earth. Some made wishes, others spoke of aliens and close encounters. Some went looking for what fell from the sky. Maybe hoping to find a prize out amongst the desert.

She would be some prize.

She was naked, completely naked. The cast of her skin a eerie moonlit white, almost translucent. She had once been tanned, her skin a given a gorgeous sunkissed glow. Given that this was a desert, once the same sun, that had so kissed her skin,emerged, she would more than likely fry. But then again, she had just survived, barely, being plunged down to earth from the heavens. The sun couldn't do any worse to her, now could it.

Given that she was unconscious, she could not take stock of just how bad a shape she was in.

Her angelic wings, first of all, once luminescent and pearl white, were gone, ripped from her very body by Gabriel, what was left, the feathers were now a burnt blackened ebon color. That same ebon color scarred the flesh of her back, marking her as one of the fallen. A mark she would never loose. Once, her head had been adorned with a golden halo of silk, her long mane a beauty to behold. They had taken that from her too. Her hair was now short, no longer flowing, torn away, much like her wings, and midnight black, again, the color of the fallen. Her eyes were dead, colorless, blackened shells.

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And she was marked, the mark of one that has been cast out, that has fallen, that is damned... burned into the flesh of her back...

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The words etched into the skin itself...

dos orn flamgra xuil l' chathen d'lil errdegahren d' uoi'nota
<you will burn within the fires of the demons of hell>

Then there was a voice, somewhere in the distance, that slowly drew her back to the "land of the living, land of the mortals" once more. A deep voice, a male voice. Was that... God's voice? Her Demon Lover? No, he was dead, that was one of her curses, one of her punishments. She would never feel his touch again, no matter how much she craved it.

"Hello? Hello there......are you ok?"

She stirred, the voice curling about her like a serpent, drawing her upwards. Already, she could not ignore the command. Lifting her head, her eyes slowly fluttering open.

"I.... " but her voice was nothing more than a whisp, rasping, barely discernable. And she used to have the most beautiful voice. Her Demon Lover had once said it was her voice that had attracted him in the first place. And now that, even that, had been taken from her.

"Hello....are you ok?.....what the fuck happened to you?"

She felt that serpent touch again, compelling her to answer.

"I fell"

Well, now that sounded stupid. But it was the truth. She fell, and fell far. As long as she answered the question right?

With all the strength she had, she managed to lift her head and upper body, not realizing she were ... well... naked. For a moment, she looked down at her breasts, they were small, firm, tipped with reddened nipples. Where were HER breasts? Her larger, heavy, pink nippled breasts!! Wait, they took those too.

Her body, pale skin, smooth, supple, had no marks upon it, except of course her back and the torn wings. He would not be able to see the wings, that she knew. More than likely he would see the mark. Hell, she could make something up for that.

Then the words from that final curse hit her, as her eyes lifted to meet his.

"I will tell you my curse, ...but only because I want you to fight it. I want you know what has been done to you, and what will be done to you. Right now, you feel nothing save for the rigors and trials your damned lover put you through....trials you seek to experience again even now. The next man you lay eyes on......you will feel my curse.....you will feel my enmity as your body heats like nothing you've ever seen. And further more.....your womb is ripe......and you will bear fruit. Hope....pray.....that the children you will bear will one day reconcile the actions of their mother."

"Fight it ...fight it and lose.....for the next man you enjoy.....will ensnare your soul in servitude for all eternity.....for your own sinful flesh will demand its surrender."

The words rang in her ears as he approached her. "no, no, don't come near me" but it was too late. It had been too late the moment she had heard his voice, and lifted her head. The moment his eyes captured her own. She felt it, deep in her inner core, this was not the serpent that had demanded she answer, this was something else. Different. Even different than the desire her Demon Lover had set fire inside her. This was a need, a need that reared it's very hungry head within the depths of the angel. Her face flushed, her skin warmed as he got closer. She knew, the moment he touched her, the moment she felt pleasure from him, called his name, begged for him to take her, possess her, fuck her, she knew what that would mean. Yet, she could not stop what would happen. She had no fight left in her, at least not at this moment.

"Damn you" she swore, directing her anger to Suziel. "DAMN YOU"

 

[dryfter]

Slowly the figure at the epicenter of this glassy explosion struggled to rise. The closer he came to her, the more she threatened to steal his breath away....naked as she was, she was arguably the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on.

"I fell."

She was obviously struggling. He could see her trying to rise to her feet at the bottom, but dayum what a crater. He'd never seen anything like it before. Still....Grant slowly tried to pick his way down to her. He was lucky, the slag from the melted desert sand hadn't been glass smooth. That would have sent him hurtling down uncontrollably to no doubt spill atop her. Not that he would have minded, but she looked hurt enough as is.

Fell? From where...heaven? Damn girl, there aren't many built like you...not in all the whorehouses in the world. But you're not one of them are you? Some daredevil maybe? I don't see a parachute anywhere though....and that wouldn't explain this crater....

Even more curious was the odd markings on her back. He'd seen signs like that before, and always associated with goth fashion. Up until now he'd never seen anything like that actually tattooed onto someone.....this could have been a vicious prank perhaps. Then again, the dark hair, the haunted look when she finally did raise her beautiful eyes to his......yeah, she definitely fit the goth look. Perhaps that was her own decision to have done? For a second, he was almost envious of her tattoo artist.

"Listen....if you're hurt....I can help. My cabin's not that far off.....its not all that primitive. It's got a phone, if you need to call someone."

He began his slow advance once more. The smooth ground made it less than easy for him to continue towards her. Stripping off his own shirt, he pressed it against her pale skin....almost as if bidding her to take it.....he could feel her shudder softly in response as the thin cloth passed over her nakedness.

"Here....I know its warm now.....but when the sun sets fully, its going to get awfully chilly out here.....even in the desert."

Hopefully they'd have time to sort this all out when he got back to his cabin.....

 

[RainingHeat]

"Fell? From where...heaven? Damn girl, there aren't many built like you...not in all the whorehouses in the world. But you're not one of them are you? Some daredevil maybe? I don't see a parachute anywhere though....and that wouldn't explain this crater...."

She could hear his ramblings, it was as if he were talking to himself. That would have been better. She didn't want to listen to him anyways.

"have to get up... have to get to my feet" the words swam in her mind. Get up, get the hell out of here, and then figure out what to do next. Her mind was swirling with all the memories, her Demon Lover, his touch, his lips everywhere on her body, she singing for him, so sweetly when he mounted her, fucked her, until she cried out for more... MORE.... the others, finding her, laying covered, and filled, with his spent seed, she was in glorious rapture.

Then came the punishment... and the curses....

Hurled down to the earth, with the mortals. The filthy, dirty mortals. That's exactly what they were, right? And now, she would be forced to live among them. Hell would have been better, she thought to herself. But living with them was not the half of it.

As she managed to gain her footing, her hand splayed across her belly. The life that had been growing, a demon angel, had been ripped from her. She was empty, so empty. Her Demon Lover dead, his spawn inside her, dead, and she had been cast down, she was among the fallen, she may as well have been dead. And......

That was not the worst of it.

She would be forced, because of the words of Suziel, once her friend, once her mentor, once her elder, she would be forced to seek pleasure, hunger for release, and, God help her, carry the foul spawn, of a moral male. A MORTAL MALE...

The thought sickened her.

"Listen....if you're hurt....I can help. My cabin's not that far off.....its not all that primitive. It's got a phone, if you need to call someone."

Oh SHIT...

He was coming down to her. Mirshann felt a stirring inside her, as that hunger, began to awaken. Closing her eyes, she wished her Demon were here, to rend the mortal into shreds and take her right there in that crater.

Yet, he was there, reaching out, she tumbling back, "no..no... get away from me" But he advanced, touching her, trying to soothe away the sweat that had dappled her skin, dripping slowly along the smoothness. The hunger, the heat, came alive inside her. She quickly tried to turn away from him, yet her skin flushed, and the moisture dampened ... other places... on her.

"Here....I know its warm now.....but when the sun sets fully, its going to get awfully chilly out here.....even in the desert."

If only Gabriel had not taken her wings. She could have flown, found solitude, lived in misery. For her, that would be so much better than the hell that the angels had cast her down into, the hell she would have to endure, at the hands of this mortal man. She wondered if he had any idea what he had just found.

 

[dryfter]

It was all so strange.....

She had reacted to his approach, begged him to not come any nearer despite his offered jacket. Grant continued to advance, his cautious gaze turning to a soft frown.

"Someone did this to you."

The young writer wasn't a fan of abuse, domestic or otherwise. This just had college prank gone wrong written all over it.....or at least it would had he not SEEN something falling from the sky, not to mention the glassy crater they both stood in now.

He'd gotten his jacket around her slender shoulders at least. She probably wouldn't freeze. He was concerned enough that he never once lamented the fact that she was no longer gloriously naked before him..

"Can you walk? My jeep's just over that rise. I suppose I could try carrying you if you can't, but I'll be honest....it wasn't easy getting down here. I expect it'll be twice as hard to get back up if I have to while carrying you in my arms or even on my back."

Everything he did was meant to soothe this strange woman. She needed to know that her torment ended here, or at least so he thought. Kindly, he extended a hand out to her, offering to help her back up to her feet and doing his best to not glance down at the apex of her thighs......knowing she'd be fully revealed to him if only he cared to look.

"Look. Whoever pulled this stunt is gone, I swear. Its just the two of us out here, though we'd better hightail it out of here because that probably won't be true for too long. There's a military base out here......and I'm sure they're going to want to know what happened here too."

A sad smile as he waited, his arm outstretched to her.

"I'd hate to think what would happen to a poor lost and lonely naked girl once she was taken into a place like that. Some of those guys have SEEN a decent woman in months."

 

[RainingHeat]

"Someone did this to you."

"Oh someone did this to me alright" she murmured, more to herself than him. Why was he still advancing? Was he deaf? Would he not listen?

"no, no, go away, leave me ALONE" she was frustrated, confused, and, well, scared.

But he kept coming, gently sliding his jacket over her shoulders. The pain shot thru her, as the material brushed over where the remnants of her wings had been. He, of course, could not see that, but she nearly screamed out, biting down hard on her lower lip to cease the yell.

It was obvious he was completely confused.

"Look. Whoever pulled this stunt is gone, I swear. Its just the two of us out here, though we'd better hightail it out of here because that probably won't be true for too long. There's a military base out here......and I'm sure they're going to want to know what happened here too."

A sad smile as he waited, his arm outstretched to her.

The hunger awoke again, and he was only standing there offering to help her. NO, she could not touch him, NO NO, that would just wake it up even more. She felt a sudden tingle shoot thru her as he came even closer. Mirshann refused to look him in the face. Maybe he was a nice kid. That was all well and good, but she did not want to be enslaved to him for the rest of her existence. He probably wouldn't have a clue what to do with her. Wouldn't that be worse? She wondered to herself. To hunger for him, to beg for him, to desire him with ever fiber of her being, and he would not have a clue? Or was it worse that she felt all those things and he does use her, fucks her until she screams, until she begs for more, to taste his seed, to be filled until she were overflowing. Just like she had begged her Demon Lover.

NO NO NO NO!!! She would not, she could not. Yet the hunger was incessant and wanted to be fed. He will feel so good, buried deep inside you, so good looming over you, his hips pumping, thrusting, you riding his cock.

NO NO... Mirshann was having an inner struggle with her own voice, her own body, and already, she was losing.

"I'd hate to think what would happen to a poor lost and lonely naked girl once she was taken into a place like that. Some of those guys have SEEN a decent woman in months."

Guys? What if it were more than one guy? What then? Destined to be the angelic whore for a bunch of disgusting humans?

Suddenly, the kid did not seem so bad.

Suddenly, it was getting very hard to stand, and she went down, eyes rolling back, her body thudding to the sand once more, his jacket slipping and falling off, leaving her, effectively, naked at his feet. Her breathing only served to accent her small, but well rounded breasts, her nipples reddened, as if aroused already, and he had done nothing. It was just her body, betraying her.

 

[dryfter]

If his footing weren't do godawful right now, he might have caught her. Sure, he couldn't have seen her eyes roll back into her head, but he had noticed the dangerous sway of her willow thin body, then a soft stumble....

Grant winced, moving to her immediately. With as hard as she went down, he was sure this mystery girl wasn't with him anymore.

"Ok....carrying you it then. But how.....am I going to get you from here......to there?"

Soft hazel eyes squinted against the glare the dying sun cast off the melted sand. This wasn't going to be easy. Sighing softly, he knelt.....slinging and arm over his shoulder and heaving them both upwards. Her feet dragged of course.....and this was damned awkward.....but perhaps he could drag her up the incline.

That ended when the twisted away from him for the second time. He had almost dropped her, though saved her from another nasty fall at the last second. Sighing again, Grant raised a lightly tanned forearm to sweep away the sweat that was threatening to blind him. At least he had been making progress......slowly.

He really hadn't wanted to do this, but it did seem that there was no other choice. She could yell at him for her lost modesty later if she wanted to....that is, if she ever found out, because he sure as hell wasn't about to tell her.

Reaching down he rolled her into position, grunting hard and perspiring as he heaved skyward once more......the slight looking woman propped carefully over his shoulder as one hand rested firmly on her bare ass for support and the other tried to steady his balance by waving frantically at times as he began the glassy ascent once more.

It was hard to ignore the quite shapely ass practically in his face, but Grant gave it hell. Especially when he was pretty sure the aroma she was giving off wasn't sweat from cooking out here in the desert.

"Damn sexy. What the heck were you doing all the way out there anyway?"

He mumbled to himself occasionally, mostly to avoid thinking of how her pert looking breasts were now pressed firmly against his back, and how with each jostling step, the brushed against him.

"College pranks have gone too far lately. Someone could have gotten killed here."

His legs were shaking, trembling from the exertion......his lungs struggling to draw breath, and the air he did get was scorching hot. That had not been a good idea.....but yet......

The jeep was mere paces away, if only he could make it that far........

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Water. That was the first thing he went for when they had arrived at his home. Precious liquid life. And after drinking deeply, he softly tipped the bottle he'd retrieved from his fridge to her lips......letting only a soft trickle slip through. She no doubt had succumbed to heat exhaustion. But now here she should cool down, despite the blanket that covered her all the way up to her neck as she lay upon his couch.

With that much done, Grant groaned and sagged softly into a chair. He was far too tired now to get any writing done. All he wanted to do was sleep off the evening's exertion......

As his head came to rest on his desk, he risked one last glance at his mysterious and sexy visitor as she stirred softly, then went still again. He was still asking himself where she could have come from when the blackness claimed him.......

 

[RainingHeat]

The angel thought she was dreaming, laying beneath a waterfall, trickles of water gliding down her thirsty throat, over her dry lips, refreshing. Her eyes were closed, as she lay partially bouyed by the water. Between her outstretched legs, her demon lover, holding her hips and ass in his large hands, her legs thrown over his shoulders. He let his long, almost serpentine tongue, slowly lave along her wet slit, languidly tasting the sweetness the angel provided him. As his tongue moved, lapping, caressing, her body produced even more of the slippery honey that coated her pussy lips, clit, and the dripping wet entrance to her very body. With a low growl of lust, he let his tongue push within her, penetrating that tightness, and she was always tight, his red tinged eyes watching every reaction of her body and face.

Mirshann, lost in the pleasure that raced thru her at lightning speed, arching up from the cool water's touch, her mouth opening in a long, keening moan, she drinking the water as it quenched at least that thirst, her Demon satiating the hunger of her lust. Her hips rocking to his mouth, wings fluttering even in the water, her body flush.. she reaching down to rake her nails along his bald head, even daring to grasp at the horns that protruded.

"yes... YES" her voice crying out her need, both in her dream, and where she lay, on the couch. She had no conception of where she was, she was lost in the dream as her body tried to recover from what she had been thru, her fall from the heavens, to the earth below.

Writhing, she arching her back, the blanket covering her falling away. She reaching back, raking her nails against the material of the arm of the couch, as she moaned again and again, hips undulating up and down, as of meeting the thrust of another....

And in her dream she was, the plunging of that long demon tongue deep into the depths of her sex, her body moving for him and him alone, wanton, begging, as he fed off the juices she provided, the velvet walls of her pussy actually tightening around his questing tongue. When she came in a shuddering climax, drenching his tongue and mouth with her orgasm, she climaxed on that couch as well, her body reacting to what was happening in her mind. Her cries loud, her breath panting, body arching off the couch, only to crash back down as she lets the orgasm wash over her.

She went silent a few moments later, breathing deep. Her naked form glistening from her heated dream, face flush, nipples peaked and a deep aroused red. Between her legs, she dripped, her sweetness spilling from her, there being no demon lover there to taste of her.

 

[dryfter]

It seemed she had no intention of cooling down after all.

A soft sound that shouldn't have been there stirred him. For a moment he had forgotten everything save for just how tired he was, and how much he wanted to sleep. He lived alone. Any sound that he had heard could be blamed on the desert wildlife if it had to be after all.

And then he heard it again, louder this time. A soft moan, exquisitely feminine and very definitely sexual. The kind of moan any sane man would never sleep through. Grant's head shot up quicker then if he'd been jolted by some unseen electrical current. Rubbing some of the blur from his eyes, he looked around.....

The evening's events raced back to him, just as his quickly as his mouth went dry. His guest was lying there.....naked, the blanket having fallen off her svelte form to lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. And yet even as the thought crossed his mind to retreive it and cover her once more, another sultry moan escaped her, those sexy slender hips of hers actually rising off of his couch in a motion normally only used for one thing.

"Oh...my...god."

Was she awake? Was she aware of what she was doing, the strange woman arched her back softly and again her hips rolled with the motion seconds later. Even from here he could smell her. How could he not? The scent of arousal nearly permeated the room. Yet as he watched, a soft, seductive smile played across her face.....her eyes still shut.

Was she still sleeping? Or was she doing this to torment him? He wasn't a virgin by any means, but it had been a long time.......and never.....never had he been with a woman this hot.

Grant knew he shouldn't be, but he couldn't help but continue to stare as the impossible happened before his very eyes. Each soft cry and whimper hardening his own arousal further until a sizable bulge could be seen in the front of his khaki shorts.

"yes... YES"

She wasn't even touching herself. This....wasn't masturbation. This was insanity. Or at least one HELL of a dream! Her pale skin was flushed pink, and he could hear her breathing hard from where he now stood. When had he left his chair? He couldn't remember....and really didn't care.

The mystery girl's hips pumped the air, and he couldn't help himself.....he drew near enough to get a good look at the womanly parts he had avoided gawking at earlier. Her legs spread, he was shocked to find her glistening, dripping even.......a tight, perfect little pussy being ground upward into the air as the small room filled once more with a throaty cry.......

Even as he watched, her whole body tensed. Grant recoiled, sure that she had just woken up and seen him there, paling slightly. But then she shook, crying out in exstacy as she quivered and cried before him.......an orgasm.....without once having touched herself. Was that even possible?!

Only when it was over, and she lay there panting and shivering did he finally come to his senses once more. Reaching for the discarded blanket, it was all the young author could do to place it carefully back over her sleeping form. She really was sleeping......her breath already slowing again to a more restful rhythm.....

God damn, he was so hard now. Her juices pooled over the cushion of his couch. It was impossible to drive the scent of her from his mind now and with it the memory of what he'd just seen. Still.....he couldn't tell her about it when she woke.....no.....he'd keep this to himself.

Tucking the cloth gently back over her shoulders, he spun on a heel and made for the bathroom. There was no way he was going to get any sleep OR writing done, until he'd had a little relief of his own.

Closing the door silently behind him, the shorts thankfully were easy to drop to the ground, his boxers following suit seconds later until he was dressed only in his UNLV tee.

Grant hissed softly as he finally reached for it.....his throbbing cock, the source of his torment right now. It pulsed like a living thing in his hand as he began to firmly stroke. He wasn't gentle. He wanted release, and he wanted it in the worst way. Otherwise, there was no telling what he might do to his sexy little visitor......not if she kept putting on displays like that one in her sleep.

His free hand braced against the edge of the bathroom sink as he fisted hard......his eyes closing periodically as his breath raced to match the pounding of his heart. She had gotten him so terribly excited, yet he wouldn't mention a word of it to her. A thing like that.....in one's sleep? He could only imagine how mortified she'd be.

And yet her climax hadn't even woken her. Just how far could he have gone if he had tried? Could he have touched her? Ran a finger along that slippery little slit of hers? Could he have grasped her breasts in his palms and played with them? Or perhaps she was even so far gone that he could have tried going all the way and fucked her, or at the least tried getting inside her. Of course, if she had woken up, she would have no doubt have screamed rape......

Oh god, what if he had cum in her? She could have woken up with his spend dripping from her nether lips. His cock trembled in his grasp and Grant groaned. He would have gone to prison for sure. It was just the sight of her that excited him.....he would never have actually have done it.......would he?

A soft cry, kept low and mindful of the sleeping visitor in his living room......and he burst, thick gobs of creamy sperm running down the basinet he trembled, nearly losing his ability to stay standing amid the powerful orgasm. He hadn't done this for so long, he produced more than enough to rival the mess she had made of his couch.

Grant sank to his knees, gasping for air and surveying the damage, grateful that at least here he had a roll of toilet paper within reach.

"Finally......."

 

[RainingHeat]

The dreamed orgasm having racked thru her body, the now aroused angel's eyes shot open. But it was not her own climax that woke her, it was the scent, and that barely distinguishable sound of another in the throes of pleasure, that roused her. She had heard that sound often with her demon lover, he often having to stroke himself at just the very site of his angel, before he would take her in his lust.

Stretching, for a moment, she forgot where she was, for that blissful moment, she forgot everything, until it dawned on her that her wings, her wings were not fluttering and stretching behind her. Then, she remembered. Remembered it all.

Sitting up fast, she drew the blanket tight about her naked form. The room was empty, at least right now, but she heard another, a male, heard that sound that she knew so well, altho it was muffled, as if he were trying stay quiet. Mirshann paused, listening, he was in the next room. She thought he was then talking to himself, but then again, maybe in her slightly fogged state, it was just her own head, slowing focusing.

"hello?" Getting to her feet, Mirshann stepped away from the couch, the thin blanket clinging seductively to every curve. She paused, the scent of sex, both her own and his, still hung in the room. So potent was her own orgasm, and apparently his own, even tho she had no idea at that moment, that he had done... that...

As she followed the sound of the voice she heard, inside her, the hunger awoke again. "NO" she said to herself. Biting at her lower lip. She just wanted to get out of here, if she could, but she had no idea where she was. The closer she got to his voice, the more the desire rose inside her. Damn Suziel and her fucking curses!!!! Mirshann took a deep breath, closing her eyes, trying to get that deep seated heat inside her under control, just as she rounded a corner and saw him, and heard the running water of the shower.

She stood in the doorway, just staring. Now, if things had been normal, she a normal female, more than likely, one of two things would happen. If she were a girlfriend, she would join him in the shower, for some... fun. If she were a stranger, and she was a stranger, she would turn away and leave him to his shower. But the scent of his sex was so strong, that the curse inside her reared it's ugly head and she was drawn in, no matter how hard she tried to not be. "Just take a look" the voice whispered, somewhere in her mind. Was it Suziel's voice, or her own? "How much can it hurt to see it, you have not seen one since your demon" but that had only been a couple of days ago. But then again, her and the demon fucked all the damned time. "No, I shouldn't... NO" but her own voice held no sway over the hunger that was building, it didn't matter that she had just orgasmed. Hell her clit was still throbbing.

The blanket dropped, a glaze coloring her eyes. It was as of another, the hunger surely, had taken over. The curse, heating up the very depth of her being.

Just a look. See if maybe, he was well endowed. Yeah, like he demon. Yeah....

"Hello??" her voice was a bit deeper. She did not want to step into that shower. She wanted to run, and run far. But instead, she slowly pushed back the shower curtain, peeking in.

"hi... that shower looks so... good.... may I join you??" her voice was deep, eyes lidded. Inside, she was screaming at herself. NO, he is nothing more than a human male, NO, DON'T... but the curse spoke for her now, the heat inside flaring alive, licking at her sex, wanting to be ignited, wanting to be filled... again... It didn't matter if she did not like the human male. Mirshann had no feeling for him whatsoever. THEN DON'T GET IN THE SHOWER WITH HIM she again screamed at herself. IF HE TAKES YOU, YOU ARE BOUND TO HIM!!

Fucking SUZIEL...

 

[dryfter]

He had been singing softly to himself, admittedly off key, doing his best to avoid the shame the present will bring as soon as he got out of the shower and had to rethink what he had just done. The act itself hadn't bothered him nearly as much as some of the thoughts he'd had while doing it.

Still.....the water felt GOOD. It washed away the evidence of his indiscretions before his strange new guest could have a chance of finding out. That too....made him feel more relaxed.

He was finally beginning to wrap things up.....his head leaned forward under the running water from the showerhead. The noisy spray completely concealed the fact that the shower curtain had been peeled back slightly, he failed to interpret the soft breeze that had encroached upon his bare flank as the steam wall it had profided was breached.

"Hi... that shower looks so... good.... may I join you??"

Grant jumped, startled badly enough to nearly strike his head on the hanging showerhead. He spun on a slick heel to face her, surprisingly not falling from the movement, but also not thinking about what a great view he was giving her by doing so.

"Wha....what the.....you're awake!?"

More than awake, he noticed. Naked. Naked and slowly climbing into the shower with him! And if there was any doubt just how attractive he found her.....the proof was right there before her, slowly rising to sudden images rushing back to him from just minutes before, heedless of the fact that she could see everything.

Everything. Grant finally blushed a deep scarlet and clapped his hands over his cock, backing slowly away from her.

"Really, I was just about done....."

Still, there was no denying the way that his gaze swept across her. Her breasts were small, but he kinda liked that, and the firm way they stood out from the rest of her thin body. It was rare that he got to see a woman with such a body, in such good shape, and he didn't have to pay for it. He remembered how juicy her pussy had looked as she had enjoyed her fantasy dream......or had it been a dream? Had she really been awake that whole time? Was she disappointed he hadn't done anything?!

"Look....I'm....sorry, for watching you, ok?"

Another soft blush. He could only assume that this was some manner of punishment for getting busted. Thankfully....he'd not done anything worse. Maybe.

 

[RainingHeat]

"Look....I'm....sorry, for watching you, ok?"

His flushed face, his hands covering his cock. Quite the adorable site actually. And it was not lost on her that he was, aroused, standing at attention. How funny, she thought, he had just cum, right? And already, he was hard again, wanting more. Her Demon had been like that. He could fuck her for hours and hours, over and over again. Just the thought, the memory, sent a quiver of pure delight thru her slender frame.

"But he's NOT your Demon Lover!!! He's just a boy!!! a Mortal!!!" the words screamed in her mind, fighting to be heard.

"Ahhh... but he possesses a cock to ride on, you know you want that. You know you do" that other voice, sing song , in her head. "you're so empty, you need to be filled. He will fill you. He can do it, just let him, you know he wants to"

If he could only have heard the struggle going on deep inside her.

But all he heard was her voice saying, softly, "it's ok, I like to be watched."

Inside, she cringed. "DON"T TOUCH ME" she was internally screaming, but nothing escaped from her lips, except for the warm wash of her breath along his ear as she leaned in to whisper "Don't you want to do more than watch? Or are you man enough?"

Oh great, now she was taunting him. A tactic she often used with her Demon. Taunting him to feed his lust, to enrage him, she had always liked rough sex, when her Demon would take her, no matter if she wanted it or not. But then again, she almost always wanted it.

"STOP STOP STOP STOP"

The words flooded her mind.

One touch, and you will succumb. You will be HIS. To do with as he desires. NOT your Demon, but this boy-man mortal.

Her body ached, she could feel it deep inside her, the hunger begging to be satiated...but somehow, she managed to pull back. Screaming at him "GET AWAY FROM ME" she pushing him back against the wall before jumping out of the shower, her naked form dripping wet.

If she had a clue where she was, how she could get out of there, she would have, but she had none. If she ran, another would find her, and she would be forced to submit to him. She was trapped, caged, and there was no way out for her. The thought tore at her, bringing her to her knees. If her wings were still intact, they would have folded around her. When she thought she heard him approaching, she said again, "Get away from me... PLEASE" If he touched her, if he took her, mounted her, fucked her, he would... own her. She dared not look up at him, instead keeping her head and face turned away. Inside, the curse was on fire, so hot, burning, scalding, eating at her, threatening to consume her, that a mere moment later, she was crawling to his feet, raising her dark eyes to his, the tip of her pink tongue languidly sliding over parted lips. Leaning up slightly, the heat of her breath flowed over, entwined around, his hard cock, she was so close.

"I bet you taste good" she purred. The hunger, the curse had won again.

 

[dryfter]

Grant was sorely confused. Naked....dripping.....completely exposed now that the shower curtain had been ripped away......and so very confused.

She had gotten so close. Close enough that he had become flustered, close enough that he could feel her fingertips softly brush against the hands that were covering his cock, close still as she leaned forward......her hardened nipples dancing across his own bare chest in the lightest of caresses.

"Don't you want to do more than watch? Or are you man enough?"

He had pursued. Of course he had pursued! On instinct alone, what man wouldn't? And yet as he had taken a step towards her, breathing in her heady scent, taking in the sight of her body shimmering with the misty spray of water that even now cascaded across them both......

She had shrank away from him, left him feeling very, very teased. That was until she had screamed and fairly flung him away from her. The shower curtain was ripped away as she scrambled out of his bathroom, nearly falling as the floor turned slick beneath her wet feet.

Grant took his time......replaying the moment's events over and over again. She had been so sultry, seductive in a way no other girl had ever looked at him before. And yet it had all crashed so abruptly, as if his fear of her reacting to his watching her earlier had suddenly come true, only strangely delayed. She had screamed like he was about to rape her, not like she had been the one to come on to him. Was that what had happened out in the desert? Had she been raped and left to die? It might explain why she seemed so mentally fucked up right now.

Either way, he had to check on her.

The young author didn't bother drying himself past the point of wrapping a towel around his lanky waist to protect his modesty as he began tracking the naked shower intruder through the house. Not like she was hard to find with as quaint as his cabin was. He found her easily enough huddled in his living room.

"Get away from me... PLEASE"

Grant winced slightly at the desperation, the fear he could practically feel in the tone of her words. And yet, he knew he couldn't leave her alone. Not in pain like this.....

"Look.....I don't know what happened, but you're safe here.....I'm not going to....."

She had turned to look at him as he spoke, a soft light shining deep in those dark, bottomless eyes of hers. And for a second, Grant wondered if he'd said something again. Time seemed to crawl however......crawl just as she did.....one.....knee....at.....a.....time.....towards him. Her eyes never wavered from his, and as he watched suddenly breathless, a shaky smile formed across her face......becoming more genuine and more hungry as just the hint of her tongue ran out across their dry surface.....

"I bet you taste good"

Her hands were already at his towel....easily finding its parting and peeling it away to get her second good look at him. He could actually feel the heat of her breath blow across the ruddy flesh.....and he could feel himself respond almost instantly. It had gone semi lax as he had blamed himself for somehow fucking up and scaring her out of the shower with him. But now even as she watched, it grew to stand at its full magnificent height, curving slightly to the right, and twitching as if it knew it was being watched closely.

Silently he reached for her. He was tired of being teased. Tired of being frustrated. Grant knew exactly what he wanted, his fingers clutching a full fist of her midnight hair. She wasn't going to tease and escape this time. He wouldn't put up with that as his reward for rescuing her. He certainly didn't deserve it.

"Why don't you find out."

He stepped forward, just enough to slide the sensitive cockhead along one cheek. When he spoke next.....it was an unwitting, cold, command. One borne of lust as of yet unfulfilled.

"Open. NOW."

 

[RainingHeat]

"Open. NOW."

His voice had lowered, into a deep almost baritone. It almost sounded like her Demon. Maybe that was just her own mind putting a spin on it. This kid was certainly not her Demon, but the feel of his fingers tangled in her hair, the deep command to his voice, not to mention the lust that filled the room. Mirshann felt that hunger inside, planted by the curse Suziel had so angrily bestowed upon her, suddenly ignite, it felt as if it were roaring.

The "rational" side of her mind, knowing that the curse had a hold of her now, whimpered, but it was too weak to even try and battle her way out of this.

Her lips parted, she taking a moment to glide her delicate blush colored tongue along her satin tiers, moistening, before wrapping them around the head of his cock. She paused a moment, allowing the warmth of her mouth to heat the surface, she slipping her tongue beneath to cushion, and with that, she took the length of him within her mouth's embrace.

A low purring sound vibrating thru her throat, to glide over and around his cock as she nearly swallowed him, only to pull back and let the shaft slide almost free, she keeping just the head within the cradling of her lips. She suckled lightly, letting her tongue lave over the surface, tasting his maleness, savouring, before she again envelops him, her moan caressing, her tongue rolling over the hardened flesh, tracing along the veins she felt as she sucked him in deep.

His taste was intoxicating to her. His hand in her hair, fingers tight, guiding, her own creeping up to to grasp his hips, pulling him toward her then easing him back as she allows his cock freedom once more, only to swallow again... her lips tightening, eyes closing, as she seeks a rhythm, his shaft pumping now in and out of her mouth, dripping wet as she feeds off him, her purring moans heightening, her breathing deepening, the wash of heated air flowing over his length when she pulls back to release him for that moment, only to engulf him once more in the velvet sheathe of her mouth. Her one hand slips beneath, to cup his balls, squeezing in time to her drinking of his cock, her throat spasming as if to draw him even deeper.

Fluttering open her eyes, those black depths peer up at him, lidded, filled with the desire that was consuming her. Between her own legs, her slit was soaking, droplets clinging to the outer lips and then falling, several wetting her inner thighs. She was rolling her hips as she suckled him, as if fucking him at the same time. For a moment, she wished there were another there, between her legs, feasting on her searing hot pussy. Just the thought made her nearly cry out around his thrusting cock. Her hands rested back on the floor, allowing her stability as he pumped his hips hard and fast. Her tongue now gliding beneath to cradle his member as he fucked her mouth, her own body suddenly shuddering, as an orgasm ripped thru her, and none were touching her. She clamped down on his cock, trapping him in the deepest part of her mouth, the head in her throat, as her cries ripple and pulsate around him.

 

[dryfter]

"Now that's better. That's how you reward someone for saving you from the desert."

She was gentle at first. Not in a tentative way either, but in a soothing, loving way. The girl had an attention to detail, and seemed poised to savor every last bit of his rock hard fuckpole as it slid smoothly and without question into her mouth.

"Well? Does it taste as good as you thought?"

A soft moan thrilled him, her only answer, its vibrations sending interesting tremors of sensation up his swollen shaft. Grant couldn't believe he was this hard.....he had just cum less then twenty minutes ago. Yet the barest fraction of his dirty fantasies regarding her was coming true......and it was almost more than he could bear.

He never relinquished his hold on her hair. For some reason, it just felt right, made him feel more in control....pulling her firmly towards his cock even as he began thrusting lightly. She didn't even seem bothered as he felt himself brush against the back of her throat.

By god, was she good at this! Her tongue was everywhere, caressing his shaft, running itself just below the cockhead, even pausing for a second to suckle his most sensitive parts as she gently cupped and kneaded his balls......a choice that earned her a deep, throaty moan from him. And then she was back down again, her onyx hair framing her angelic face as she bobbed up and down with an obvious intent to please. His blood boiled as she looked up at him, not challengingly by any means......but with a look that spoke volumes of just how much she was enjoying herself too.....sucking his cock.

He could smell her arousal....knew she was more than ready to give up that sexy little pussy. Grant also knew that she had him so close right now that if he gave it to her, he'd last a whole thirty seconds tops.......and he didn't even know if she was on birth control or not.

He pulled her tight against him, a special little surprise for her as she dove down hard enough to take him right to her throat. He pushed past that point.....cupping the back of her head with his other hand and pulling her until the tip of her nose settled firmly against his pelvis. Her hips undulated, and Grant could swear he heard a muffled scream around his thick tool that had nothing to do with pain from his actions.

"Oh, god.....you dirty little girl.....you just came didn't you? You just came from sucking my cock, didn't you?"

And yet both her hands were now submissively on the floor. She wasn't playing with herself at all, just trying to breathe as he worked himself in and out of her tight throat.

"Unngh....this is good.....so fucking good......"

He thrust against her firmly, not brutal by any means, but enough that he could feel himself being forced down her throat again and again......feeling her spasm and twitch around him as he invaded her deeper than perhaps she had meant him to go.

"I'm going to cum.....holy fuck, I'm going to cum.....don't you dare spit it out either, I want to see you drunk my fucking sperm. A dirty little girl like you who's so fucking good at sucking dick should know how to do that, right?"

The words were growled as he looked down at her, both literally and for the first time, figuratively. It was a possessive look that was short lived as he flinched suddenly, arching his back and bucking hard.....

"Yeah....yeah, that's it.....right fucking there......nice and deep......oh fuck.....oh shit......take it......"

His ability to speak became suddenly impaired as he shook hard, the author's thick balls twitching fiercely as they worked to pump his virile cream up his shaft to explode in a fiery mass of wet heat as his climax swept over him.

Still.....he hardly wanted to drown her, not after all she had done for him. Two pumps, each ending in thick blasts of molten heat.....the first poured directly down her tight little throat, the second backed off just enough to spray a copious amount across her taste buds and leave her with his flavor.....

Retreating even further, he spurted weakly twice more.....splashing a side of her nose, and painting a ghostly cheek.

"Oh....my....god."

It was going to take him a few minutes to sort through what had just happened.

"Who....who the hell are you?

 

[RainingHeat]

He was nearly choking her, he was pumping so hard and deep into her mouth and throat. His voice was growling, rasping and again, she was reminded of her Demon Lover.

"I'm going to cum.....holy fuck, I'm going to cum.....don't you dare spit it out either, I want to see you drunk my fucking sperm. A dirty little girl like you who's so fucking good at sucking dick should know how to do that, right?"

The words were growled as he looked down at her, both literally and for the first time, figuratively. It was a possessive look that was short lived as he flinched suddenly, arching his back and bucking hard.....

"Yeah....yeah, that's it.....right fucking there......nice and deep......oh fuck.....oh shit......take it......"

She felt the trembling, the shuddering of his cock as his balls prepared to empty, to shoot his seed. Mirshann almost braced herself, as he drove deep into her throat, she struggling to keep him within, her breath catching. Her own body was violently shaking as her own climax rocketed thru her, gripping her, the pleasure radiating thru every nerve ending, and ending at the base of her throat, where his cock was even now about to spew forth his seed.

A moment later and she felt the scalding hot flood of his cum, pulsating out of his cock to coat her throat. She lowered down, allowing him to push in even deeper, swallowing around him, tasting, drinking, quenching her insatiable thirst. She felt his entire body shuddering, twitching, as he spilled his thick creamy cum within her devouring mouth. When he pulled back slightly, his heated climax coating her tongue, she whimpered slightly, not wanting to release him, to loose his taste or the feeling of him claiming her mouth. But she had no choice, she desperately needed to breath. The last splashes of his seed decorated her face as he pulled out, her own groaning matching his.

Never mind the fact that she too had climaxed, the last of her own orgasm quivering thru her as she sat back on her haunches. She was taking deep gasping breaths, licking her lips as she delighted in the taste of him, a hand reaching up to touch, and wipe away, his cum, only to lick it from her fingers a moment later.

"Oh....my....god."

It was going to take him a few minutes to sort through what had just happened.

"Who....who the hell are you?

"I am whoever, or whatever you desire me to be" she answered, her voice throaty, purring. "I am called Mirshann by others. Master. You may call me what you wish"

Her mind was screaming NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

Her soul, was writhing deep inside her, she now bound to the human, mortal boy/man that he was.

And, she wanted more.

Laying back on the floor, her legs spreading wide, her wet, slick slit of her pussy inviting. The lips a deep blush pink, glistening with wetness, she reaches down to glide her wet fingers along the slippery surface, slowly lifting her hips upwards and rolling them back down.

"please" she begged "please"

 

[dryfter]

"I am whoever, or whatever you desire me to be."

Well that about blew his mind as easily as she'd blown his load a moment earlier.

"I am called Mirshann by others, Master. You may call me what you wish"

"M-master?"

The title was not lost on him, and for a second, the amazement coupled with the mind blowing orgasm she had coaxed out of him caused him to sway rather unsteadily on his feet. No doubt his surprise and shock showed across his face.....but not once did Mirshann show signs of amusement or anything less than complete honesty in what she had just said.

"Oh my god, you are one crazy bitch, aren't you? Is this why you got left in the desert? One second, you're climbing into my shower.....the next you're tossing me aside and running for your life. But when I check on you to see if you're ok, you practically beg to suck my dick!"

It was happening fast.....insanely fast.....and yet, he didn't mind given the circumstances. Better yet was that while he talked, his sultry little stranger guest had flipped herself over......and thrown her legs wide......

"Not to mention that you've come twice now without even having touched yourself! You're a horny little slut aren't you? Did some dealers shoot you up with some new aphrodisiac or what?"

He looked down at her weeping little slit, hearing her almost pitiful whimpering pleas. Damn, she looked like she needed it bad. Problem was.....he had now cum twice in the span of a half an hour. But still......

"Please," she begged, "please."

"No."

If there was any doubt to just how honest her need was, her reaction to his rejection was the end of it. So much so, that for the first time.....ever perhaps.....he felt sorry for turning down a woman.

"As you can see, we have a little problem."

He glanced down at his flaccid, drained cock.....strangely perturbed as he looked back to see that her eyes had lit up once more in a perverse understanding. But even before she could move towards him once more....

"You just now.....you called me your Master, Mirshann."

There was something in the tone of his voice that held her in place just long enough for him to speak again.

"You may not touch it. Not with any part of your body. If you really want this cock, than I want you to show me the dirty girl you really are. Pose for me, show me all the ways you want me to fuck your tight little hole. Moan and beg for me......please, please.....just like before, as you're doing it too. Tell me what you want me to do to you. Do this....please me, and I'll get hard again......"

His eyes lingered upon her, his lust no longer a hidden thing as his gaze carefully caressed her......

"Do that, and I'll give you what you want."

 

[RainingHeat]

"Please," she begged, "please."

"No."

It was as if he had cut off the very air she breathed, the very essence of her life. Deep inside the angel, the hunger roared uncontrollably. A look of pure anguish alight in her eyes. Had she displeased him? The all consuming emptyness she felt threatened to tear her apart.

"As you can see, we have a little problem."

Her eyes found his. "Problem... Master?" the words flowed so easily from her lips, yet deep inside, she was loathing every moment, every word she uttered. But her body, her body and soul, craved him, lusted for him, yearned, ached, cried out for him. She followed his gaze down to his softened cock. That's right, mortal's had a problem with, well, to put it bluntly, getting hard again,when they had already blown a load. And this mortal, she did not even know his name, had already blown 2 loads so far.

"I .. can help you with that" she purred, crawling to him again, already her tongue was wetting her lips in preparation.

You just now.....you called me your Master, Mirshann."

"yes... Master"

There was something in the tone of his voice that held her in place just long enough for him to speak again.

"You may not touch it. Not with any part of your body. If you really want this cock, than I want you to show me the dirty girl you really are. Pose for me, show me all the ways you want me to fuck your tight little hole. Moan and beg for me......please, please.....just like before, as you're doing it too. Tell me what you want me to do to you. Do this....please me, and I'll get hard again......"

He wanted her to dance for him.

Mirshann needed no music to dance. She knew what he wanted, understood exactly.

"I will show you... Master... Your pet, Your slave, your possession, will show you what she so desperately needs" her voice was sultry, satin, the purring of the sexiest kitten.

She was still on her back, and that was where she began. Lifting her hips, rocking upwards from the floor, her back arching slightly, she first delicately licks the slender fingers of her right hand, before gliding the wet lengths downwards, first along the curve of her throat, then lowering to trace the valley between her breasts, she paused, allowing a fingertip to graze each nipple, pinching gently, rolling the peak.

"Master.. please... taste of my nipples, feast upon the heated peaks" she begged, closing her eyes for a moment only, before snapping them open again, eyes rolling back some as she begins to get lost in the sensations and emotions that were assaulting her.

Her hand slid lower still, until her fingers dipped into the soaking depths of her sex. Her long middle finger pushing inside her, penetrating as she cries out, her hips lifting, moving, as if being fucked. Her breathing coming in deep gasps, she sees him, in her mind, over her, mounting her, thrusting inside her. Her body responds, shuddering, faster her finger moves, a second joining the first.. "fuck me... Ohhhhh Godddd.... please fuck me.... OHhhh MMmmmmm" her skin was flush with heat, moist and gleaming. "I want.. need... to feel your hands, your mouth, your cock, Master... touching me, tasting me, claiming me" her begging voice quivering. "I am so sweet, the sweetest honey Master" Mirshann lifting her hand now from her drenched pussy back to her lips, first moistening each nipple with a bit of that sweetness, before she hungrily laps the juices from her fingers.

She then turned, her body twisting, to her belly, lifting to hands and knees. The intricate tattoo on her back shining from the sweat that coated her skin. Mirshann lowered her head to the floor, her hips and ass upraised. Her cunt bared, dripping, inner thighs coated with her slick wetness, the lips deep red, her clit swollen, aroused and throbbing. "Mount me Master, please... Ohhhhhh Godddd... Please.... ride me, push your cock so deep inside me that you find my womb, please Master... " her words were flooded with her low moans, she was rocking slightly, begging with just the motions of her body and ass. Her fingers gripping the rug on the floor, her head down, submissively, waiting to be taken, by him, or anyone he desired to use her. "please Master... please" her voice was pleading.

"please..... pleaseeeeeee"

 

[dryfter]

"I will show you... Master... Your pet, Your slave, your possession, will show you what she so desperately needs."

And he watched. Awestruck once again, the title of Master, the referring to herself as nothing more than a possesion, a slave bound to him. Was she kidding? Somehow.....he knew she wasn't. But what then was all that before? And why him? This was a hell of a reward for bringing her back to his cabin......

He watched as Mirshann gently dipped a hand between her thighs, and swallowed hard. She was going to masturbate right in front of him. The most private of acts. And her eyes were smoky and half lidded with desire that could not be fake. He was watching, and she had him, just as surely as she had his deflated loins beginning to stir once more.

He gazed in open lust as she played with herself. Instead, she moistened her long fingers in her impossibly tight looking pussy.....letting just the tips trail across her perfect belly and along gentle mounds of her breasts. Grant had always despised silicone women, never understanding why men got all raunchy over a pair of tits that were practically spilling out when you knew they were just fake and the girl they belonged to was as much of an attention whore as she was a real one.

But these....these were very real. He didn't even bother looking for a scar. No, they were real....and they were perfect, even as she now stroked her nipples to stand even more at attention.....glistening with the juices she had dredged up from her own lust.

"Master.. please... taste of my nipples, feast upon the heated peaks."

Her hips were rolling, legs splayed wide so as to hide nothing from him.....her innermost thighs moist and shining with her arousal. A sudden tightness in his chest reminded him that yes, he did still have to draw breath, even during this show......a show he was pretty sure he'd not see the like of no matter how hard he looked in Las Vegas or Reno.

"I want.. need... to feel your hands, your mouth, your cock, Master... touching me, tasting me, claiming me."

Claiming her? The author felt blood surge to his cock, it long since having started a protested rise.....it was a protest that quieted quickly enough as he continued to watch and listen. This was nothing short of amazing.....

"I am so sweet, the sweetest honey, Master."

There it was again. If she only knew how much she thrilled him every time she called him that. But still.....he had questions.....ones that she could afford to answer.....

"Mount me Master, please... Ohhhhhh Godddd... Please.... ride me, push your cock so deep inside me that you find my womb, please Master... "

Wait a second. Was she asking him to get her pregnant? That sent warning signals through his male brain. Was that what this was about? Get him hot enough to make a mistake, and he'd be paying on it for the rest of his life. His eyes narrowed slightly......he wasn't that stupid.

"Please Master... please."

"Mirshann, answer me. Why do you call me, Master? I only rescued you just yesterday. If you're doing this because you think you owe me something.....its ok, I was glad to help. Besides....I'd say you paid me off quite well a second ago."

It was hard to talk, and he realized just how dry his mouth had gotten watching her. He tried a naive and nervous chuckle, but it just didn't come out right when he couldn't keep his eyes off her dewy little cunt.

"please..... pleaseeeeeee."

What should he do? One second she was begging to be tasted, the next mounted and fucked hard. Grant frowned softly as his thoughts churned wildly through his head. Only one thing remained constant in his thoughts. He had to do something. She had met his challenge, and now he was harder than ever, his cock standing stiffly from his body, twitching in response to each pitiful pleading.

His....slave.....pet, maybe?......what exactly was she? Probably nothing. This had to be an act to turn him on. But either way, her desire was not fake. Not with the scent of her filling his house and his mind......certainly not with the way she softly humped the air itself as if it were an invisible cock....

He wasn't about to resist any longer.

He came to her then. a sharp and stinging slap to the inside of her right thigh, encouraging her to spread herself shamelessly wide for him. As soon as she did, his head dipped low.....his lips claiming the flesh of an inner thigh......suckling hard and fiercely for a moment.......marring her perfection, marking her.

"This is my pussy now. As long as you're here, this pussy serves me. YOU serve me. Do you understand, Mirshann? That's what it means for you to call me Master, right?"

He was already lining himself up with her dripping sex, watching plead with her eyes.....teasing her as he deliberately avoided penetration right away by dragging his cock across her tender slit a few times.....lifting it to bring it down with a heavy slap right on her sensitive little clit.

"Are you ready, Mirshann? Ready to become Master's little whore?"

 

[RainingHeat]

"Mirshann, answer me. Why do you call me, Master? I only rescued you just yesterday. If you're doing this because you think you owe me something.....its ok, I was glad to help. Besides....I'd say you paid me off quite well a second ago."

She heard his voice thru the haze of pure lust, pure hunger, and pure need that surrounded her. For a moment, and it was fleeting, she cursed Suziel yet again. She would get revenge, if she could find a way, for doing this to her. For forcing such a horrific curse on her. It would have been better had they just sent her to the depths for the demons to use. But no, they hurtle her to earth, amongst the lowest of the low, to serve one, with no ability to fight what she had to do. His words slithered inside her, crawling thru her pours to invade her mind, seeking the answer, to bring voice to her curse.

"owe you?" the question played on her lips. "Nooo... I am bound to you. I am nothing without you. You are my God, my Satan, Master." she inwardly cringed at the words as they pushed past her lips. She didn't dare tell him she was a fallen angel, he would think she was completely out of her mind, and if that happened, and he had her taken away, she would, she would tear herself apart to try and get back to him. The hunger, the emptyness, the wanton need her curse had awakened in her would devour her from the inside out.

"does... it matter... why... Master??? All I wish, desire, need, is to please you" She conviently left out that she needed him to pleasure her as well, needed to feel orgasm after orgasm. And, she did answer his question. Her curse said nothing about having to reveal the end all be all truth about what was happening to her, inside her, because of him, because of her tryst, her fucking of, a demon.

"I.... want.... beg..... need... to be yours Master." she whispered as he approached her, she was on her back again, legs spreading, hips lifting to him, inviting.

His touch, in the form of a heated, stinging slap to her inner thigh, made her gasp, a sound that melted into a dripping moan of pure desire.

When his lips followed that slap, suckling at the skin, tasting the saltiness, her nails dug into the rug under her as she arches her back, eyes closing, the sharp tingling sensations that raced thru her from where his lips touched her almost brought her to another climax right then and there.

"This is my pussy now. As long as you're here, this pussy serves me. YOU serve me. Do you understand, Mirshann? That's what it means for you to call me Master, right?"

Had Suziel told him of the curse??? Had she come to him in a dream to give him a "heads up??" His words sent the coldest of chills to follow the heat that he had only a moment ago sent careening thru her body.

NO DON'T SAY IT... NO

"yesssss... Master...." the words spilled from her, she could not have stopped them if she tried. She was wildly shaking her head NO, but she was sure he was not seeing that at all. Her body, on the other hand, was writhing beneath him, flush with searing heat, her hips undulating obscenely, the slowest, sexiest of smiles creeping across her lips. The hunger had hold again, as he thudded his cock to her very swollen, very sensative clit, each time bringing forth a dark, craving cry that hung in the air between them, winding around him, drawing him deeper into the passion she created.

"Are you ready, Mirshann? Ready to become Master's little whore?"

"Fuck me Master..... Mount me..... Mate me... Claim me.... bind me to you forever. My body, my pussy, my breasts, my hands, my lips, my skin, my soul.... for your pleasure Master.. Only for your pleasure."

Her hips rolling upwards, to glide her soaking, drenched slit along that sensative head of his cock, moistening him, caressing him, opening for him to penetrate, to delve deeply within, her cunt was his, waiting, hungry to devour him.

 

[dryfter]

God damn, she was hot! Not only did she writhe beneath him like an addict desperately in need of her next fix, but she said the filthiest things!

"Fuck me Master..... Mount me..... Mate me... Claim me.... bind me to you forever. My body, my pussy, my breasts, my hands, my lips, my skin, my soul.... for your pleasure Master.. Only for your pleasure."

For his pleasure. Everything he saw before him.....was his.....for his pleasure......

Grant gradually leveled his cock at her dripping, throbbing cunt. If that was the case.....he didn't have to worry about her pleasure right?

The author surged forward, his pelvis grinding hard against her own as he plummeted into her without warning.....feeling her tightness spread unwillingly around him as he claimed her wanton cunt. Her cries were music to his ears, as were her soft, tormented whimpers as he began to fuck her roughly, slamming her firm little hips down into his floorboards with every feverish stroke he delivered.

"Is this what you wanted?! Take it, show me what you got! Show me how you plan to serve your Master!"

He gripped her hips with iron fingers, heaving her upward until her hips were in the air.....an easily accessible hole to fuck and fuck deeply. He struck into her again and again, his sexy little Mirshann. His. There was time later to see just how genuine her pledge to serve him was, just how far she would go. For now, Grant contented himself with working up a sweat, tattooing his initials on her deepest parts and claiming her pussy for himself. He wanted to make sure she remembered him, how he felt right now, buried inside her.....wanted to make her memorize every hard ridge and swollen vein as the rippled against her inner walls.

The young blonde frowned softly. He was enjoying himself just a little too much. He had almost become lost in her begging, her moaning of his name and his new title.....

"Mirshann.....we forgot the condom. I have some.....in my nightstand. I should go get one now."

And yet, he was loathe to leave her tight embrace. A soft moan of pleasure escaped him yet again. How had she managed to get him so hard again??

He pumped her hard, his brutal lunges having gained speed rapidly in time with his own increasing lust. It was getting harder to think, much less do the right thing.....not with her practically sucking the cum right out of his balls with the way her muscles worked him....

"Mirshann.....are you fertile right now?"

He wasn't even sure it mattered any more. Not as quickly as she was bringing him to the brink of disaster. Still.....some small part of him was sane, and that part screamed for him to do the right thing.

 

[RainingHeat]

Her entire body reeled at that first plunge into her tight, satin, and burning cunt. He impaling her so hard and so fast, that she actually screamed out, her eyes widening in shock, pain, and of course pleasure. Her demon had been huge, and hell, had fucked her hard enough that she bruised.. but this kid was ramming it into her so hard, she found herself unable to even vocalize, other than her outcries of pleasure, and pain.

"Is this what you wanted?! Take it, show me what you got! Show me how you plan to serve your Master!"

Her back thudded into the floor as he continued to thrust, and for a moment, she did not respond, she just bucked beneath him with each grinding of his hips, each pistoning of his cock. Until she heard his voice and his words.

She came alive again... digging her nails into the wooden floor, Mirshann arched and lifted her hips and back from the floor, meeting his mighty thrusts with the vicious rocking of her own hips. She took a moment to lift one leg, and then the other, to wrap tightly around his waist, keeping her hips elevated, as if she were almost riding him from this position...

Her sex enveloped him, wrapping around him with a sheathe of soaking, wet, velvet softness. The muscles gripping, massaging, molding to every ridge, every vein as he moved within her. She was keening now, a sound that came from the very depths of her soul.

"Mirshann.....we forgot the condom. I have some.....in my nightstand. I should go get one now."

"no... noooo.... don't leave me" she pleaded, the look in her eyes one of pure desolation should he empty her now.

She ground her hips into his, her legs tightening their embrace about his waist. She was not about to let him go.

"Mirshann.....are you fertile right now?"

She did not answer, instead, she screamed out, a howling sound that vibrated thru the room and even shook the depths of her pussy. Her climax was dramatic, as she violently shuddered, the flood of her cum spilling out, pouring over his still plunging cock, boiling hot, as she writhed on the floor at his mercy.

"MASTER!!!" the word sang from her lips as her orgasm crashed over her, again and again.

 

[dryfter]

His question went unanswered. And he was running out of time to make a decision. A decision that was all the more difficult to make with her legs wrapped tightly about his waist. She was pulling him deeper, her inner muscles working him unlike any other woman he'd ever had....rippling around him, sucking on him like a second mouth. And she was begging for it.....

She was smoking hot, and he could feel the evidence of her own pleasure dripping from around him. That only served to excite him more, taking pride from the thought that he was really giving it to her good. Grant abandoned the thoughts of danger he had been having, and began to move with her once more......penetrating her to her core with every long, brutal stroke. He was rewarded almost instantly, as her eyes flew open in surprise....her whole body shaking and trembling beneath him. He hadn't been the only one close it seemed......

"MASTER!!!"

She clamped around him, thrashing and writhing.....and Grant hissed in consternation......this was it.....there was no way he could make it through this. And the thought that she had cried that out when her own climax had been torn from her....hell....still ravaged her......

He watched in awe as it consumed her.....as she bathed herself in her own lust. It was so beautiful....so sensual and sexy.....the way she panted, whimpered, whined as a smaller aftershock tormented her sensitive body.

"I'm going to cum."

He growled softly, his head dipping low to grab her attention from the nirvana she was in right now. His lips dotting her pale breasts with a flurry of sudden kisses matched only by the increase of speed in his pounding of her tight pussy. He needed relief....and she wasn't about to let him go it seemed.....

"I'm going to cum inside you, Mirshann....."

He could barely get the words out, his breath raced so fast. He was dripping sweat of his own, yet his exertion would be so worth it in just a few seconds.....just a little more......

Grant slammed himself into her, holding himself as deeply as he could, eyes closing as his face took on a strained appearance. A split second later, his own cry filled the room, as the dam inside his cock burst, flooding her with virulent sperm. Just as quickly he began pounding her again as instinct took over, sowing himself deeply even as he continued to paint her insides with his liquid heat. A soft tremor shook through him, his cock suddenly extremely sensitive and more than aware of how she cradled him in her silken embrace.....coaxing more and more from him......

He sagged suddenly.....gently lowering himself on top of her.....desperately trying to catch his breath......

"My god.....that.....was incredible."

 

[RainingHeat]

It was done...

He filled her, with his seed, bring forth from her a shattering orgasm that gripped her body and shook until she screamed for more. She felt his cum, filling her, coating her, splashing over the inside of her, claiming her as his. He not only flooded her sex, he grabbed ahold of her soul and twisted it, wrapping a chain about it to bind to his, forever. Mirshann knew, as she screamed in extasy, that she could never be seperated from him. If she was, she would tear herself apart to get back to him...

As her own body finally released, and began to come down from that shuddering, exstatic high, he collapsed atop her...

"My god.....that.....was incredible."

She was panting, gasping, his cock still spasming slightly within the confines of her pussy. Even now, her body did not want to release it's grasp on him.

And she didn't even know his name.

"Master" she managed to whimper.... "please favor your pet with your name?" She was desperate to know it. Belonging to a mortal boy/man was bad enough, but a nameless one was just... well.. worse...

"please" she whispered, running her fingertips thru his hair.

God help me.... she thought to herself. But he was not going to help her. The ArchAngels were certainly not going to help her. They had sent her here. They had devised this wicked, cruel curse.

Mirshann went silent, fighting back the tears that threatened to come. What had she done. What had Suziel done. And what had she goaded, coaxed, lured this guy into doing???

She was satiated, the hunger inside was full, her thirst quenched. The curse, slept, at least for now. He was still buried inside her, he was atop her, he was everywhere, his seed penetrating her even now, his lips had claimed her breasts, even her throat had felt his climax. No wonder the beast inside her was tamed, for the moment.

She let her head lay back, her eyes closing. She was exhausted. If she could have slipped out from under him, she would have taken a shower and then slept, but she dared not move. He was still breathing deeply, and not making any indication of moving off of her. If she was "herself" she would have shoved him off her in disgust. Fucking a mortal was perhaps the one worse thing than fucking a Demon, hence why she had been given this particular punishment.

But, what of the rest of Suziel's curse.

"And further more.....your womb is ripe......and you will bear fruit."

Oh God...NO....

What if, his seed was even now, taking hold???

 

[dryfter]

"Master....."

Her voice was barely a whisper. Gone was that sultry quality that had inflamed his passion so badly. What had replaced it was equal parts meekness and timidity.

"Please favor your pet with your name?"

That's right.....he hadn't even introduced himself to her. And here she was now, on her back and shamed as he slowly shrank inside her. Still she was hot, but her inner fire was cooling ever so slowly. He had fucked her, and hadn't even told her his name.....

"Grant. Grant Levinson."

It was delivered quietly, almost shamefully.....and with softness and care, he finally began to move again until he slipped from her tight sheath, a thin thread of his own spend trailing after him. My god....he came in her, she hadn't let him escape. And yet as he watched the viscous substance slowly ooze from her well fucked hole, another more foreign part of him smiled with pride. He'd came in her. Made her his. Should he worry about if he'd just made her pregnant?

One side cried foul, beat him about the head and shoulders for doing such a thing to her. While the other, more sinister voice told her she'd be better off. She was so skinny, so curvy in the right places. She had probably been raped last night anyway as part of some frat hazing. Would the child even be his if she did turn out to be carrying? But if it was his......she would be his. Visibly. Everyone could look at this sexy little angel of a girl and know that he was the one that had gotten to her, left his undeniable mark......

The other question that bothered him. What now? She'd been fucked senseless, and he was at the point of exhaustion. Even if she got him hard again, there was no way he could summon the stamina to give it to her again.

He lay down beside her.....an arm draped over her possessively. She had called him Master, more than once. If she meant it, than she was now his, and he'd have to get used to having her around....not being alone anymore. And for right now, with his head gently resting on her shoulder.....he couldn't imagine anything better.

"You called me Master, Mirshann. What now? Is there more to this than just fucking you till neither of us can move anymore?"

Slowly his heart race subsided, slowed down. He would find out now if she was serious about this whole thing....or if she had just cried out in the middle of a rough fuck......