Fallen From Grace (closed for RainingHeat)

[RainingHeat]

"Please what? Tell me what you want, Mirshann."

What did she want?

What did she want?

She wanted him, of course. She always wanted him. Her desire for him, her need for him, part of the curse she bore, flowed thru her viens, beat in her heart, churned in her belly. But....

But...

Wanting... needing.... desire... lust... all because of her curse.. did not equate into love for him. Mirshann knew, she would feel all these things, feel the intense hunger for his touch, for his kiss, for his lust, for him to caress her, taste her, mount her and fuck her, even if she hated her Master with with all that she was. In fact, he had said it himself. She had fallen to earth in Vegas, "Do you know how many douchebags are here in Nevada? This close to Vegas? Did HE know?" Vegas, was well know to harbor all manner of evil, and the angels above knew it. Satan himself knew it, he practiced here often. Gabriel and the others has cast her down.. HERE... to simply intensify her punishment. They had thrown her away here, so that she would be found by one so depraved, that she would hate, and suffer, even here, for eternity, before the bond breaking and she being dragged to hell.

Had Mirshann realized this? No, not until now. The others had been so bent on her suffering, on her ultimate agony, they had planned this. On top of all they had inflicted upon her, this was the final shame, the final insult, the final punishment. The only thing that had not even crossed their mind perhaps was that someone innocent, relatively, would find her instead.

"You're lucky I came along when I did....."

She was lucky.. and she knew it...

"You Master... I want.. I need.. You" it was the truth, of course, spoken from the depths of her soul.

"You don't love me, do you?"

The words hit her hard, her breath catching. Just like her want, her need, her curse consumed her no matter if she hated who owned her, the same was true for the opposite. She did not need love to feel what she was feeling.

"not.... yet... Master... ' she could not lie. Nor did she want to. She owed him the truth.

Could he feel the chill that suddenly gripped her and shook her, even her wings trembled...

"You love this.....you have to have this......don't you?"

A low, vibrating, rippling purr came from her lips instead of words, the sound seeming to quiver thru her entire form. When she did find her voice it was so soft, barely a whisper. "yes.... Master... yesssss"

"Is this part of your curse? Or is this what got you cursed to begin with?"

He was right up against her, nearly, she could feel his breathing against her wings, against her back, the slow trailing if a fingertip, slipping downwards, over the bare, smooth curve of her ass. The angel's breath caught, she biting her lower lip, the softest of flutters tickled thru her wings, he moving down further, between those twin globes....reaching until she felt his inquisitive digit so easily dip within the wet, heated, silken folds of her sex. The angel moaned then, her eyes closing, a jolt of pleasure shooting thru her, at just that touch, so intense she nearly lost her balance, her legs, knees, quaking.

"yes... Master... I sought pleasure when I should not have. I craved it. I lusted for it. I ached for it"

"Do not put your wings away just yet.....if I give you want you want, little pet.....it will be as you are. It seems to me that you might have gotten it in your pretty little head that I'm just going to give you away now that I know how special you are......that your appearance might even frighten me."

He stepped back, his touch, even the feel of his breathing, gone from her. For that moment, that brief second, the Angel had never felt more alone. A sudden terror gripping her, what if he left her there, for the military to find. Left her alone, breaking the bond. She dropped her head, even her wings fell some at the sudden thought. But her despair was misplaced, he had not left her, the feel of his lips, brushing to her back, along her spine, trailing, tracing, and those thoughts were gone, at least for the moment.. "MMmmmasterrrr" she could not help the whispered plea to him as he continued the light touch of lips, before he finally stood and turned her to face him..

Her face was flush, cheeks pinkened.. eyes wide. Within, a mingling of her hunger for him, and her fear that he would abandon her...

"You are mine?"

"mind... body... soul... life... Master... all belong to only you. No other can own me, possess me. Only you, Master"

When he pulled her to him, she sighed, wrapping her arms around him, eager, so hungry, so needing his kiss, she melted into it, her tongue seeking his, curling around, caressing, she was shaking almost violently in his arms, wings shimmying, the feathers dancing against one another.

When the kiss broke, and it was he who pulled back, he who controlled that kiss fully... she was blush, a deepening red, and nearly panting.

"Then show me how you satisfy your Master."

"Please me and I will keep you with me until I die, Mirshann.......fail me, and I will cast you aside. Come, and show me your curse, show me what you do for the one you serve."

The look on her face was one of pure terror. Terror and shame. She had fallen so far, that to stay alive, to not suffer the torment that would be hers in hell, she would have to prove to him, would have to convince him, that she was worth keeping. By using the one thing that had gotten her into this in the first place. By once again, stripping herself bare of what she had always thought she was, a pure angel, and being the sexual beast that the others had seen in her, that she saw in herself.

The naked angel whispered "yes... Master..... " she having leaned her bared body into his, heavy curve of her breasts pressing to his chest, the warmth of her breath as she whispered felt along the underside of his chin, the wetness of her pussy, searing hot, currently rocking against his left thigh. She stood there for that moment, pressed to him that way, her blackened wings fluttering...

A gentle, almost unexpected feel of her hands, fingers hooking into the material of the shirt he wore. An insistent tug, pulling it free, a temptation to tear it from him, but instead it is brought up, over outstretched arms and gently tossed aside. Her nakedness against him once more, breath quivering just a bit beneath his chin, he could feel her heart pounding, even feel that honing vibration of her wings in her arousal. With a slow, sensuous motion, she began to slither downwards, slither was the only way to describe it. Her lips, her body, never left contact with his, the warmth of her breath touching, caressing a trail, a rivulet, that descends, moist lips kissing, leaving dampness behind as she descends, swaying, undulating down his form. Her lips finally breaking contact at the beltline where his pants still remained.

She was on her knees now, quite the sight, with her wings now fully visible. Fingers loosen the button, pull at the zipper and lower.. until he is before her, the hardness, the thickness, one hand wrapping at the base, tightly, the other, lain to his thigh for the moment. "ppplease" the begging words again uttered, lips against his cockhead as she whispers, before those moist pink tiers part, and the head disappears as he looks down. Her mouth is soaking, of course, tongue beneath the shaft as she takes him within, the surface of his cock gliding along that soft pink support, the angel looking up at him, eyes sparkling as his cock fully delves within the wet grasp of her mouth.

She begins moving his length in and out of her mouth, each time she takes him just a little deeper, her throat swallowing around the cockhead. She massaged him with her tongue, letting it slide wetly around the turgid thickness, even as she kept him moving in and out of her open mouth. Her head moving, his hips moving, almost the perfect rhythm.... the hand that had been on his thigh, dips beneath to cup his balls, squeezing gently...

She does this for several minutes, her moans, mewlings, breaths, rippling around the length, the shaft of his cock as she suckles him, tastes him.. pleases him.. but... she would not be swallowing him, she would not be tasting him that way. Not this time.

Mirshann pulled back, licking her lips as she met his eyes once again.

Once more, her tongue, lips, tasted of his skin, the saltiness of his own arousal, never mind the fact that her entire body was glistening in heat. She ascended, slithering up his body, much as she had lowered down, like a serpent, curling about her prey, until she was standing again. Lips, teeth, nip his ear.. "Yours.. Master..." she purred, telling him what he already knew, only reaffirming it...

Hands grasped his shoulders as she turns him, she backing up, pulling him with her, until she was against the far wall, pinned between him and that hard surface, her ebon wings splayed out. "Take me Master, fuck me, ride me, drill me into this wall, claim me Master. I am empty without you. Possess me, Master. I hunger for you. I ache for you, I need you, want you, desire you... Master... and please know, that it is me speaking, not just the curse.. but me"

The Angel was rocking against him.. her wetness, her soaking, dripping slit now grinding against his hard cock. Hands bracing to his shoulders, Mirshann lifted one slender leg up around his hip, then the other, around the other side, he now easily trapping her against the wall. The Angel lifting herself along that wall, and lowering, sliding downwards, and onto his thick, long cock, so perfectly positioned. She allowed a sigh of pure bliss to whisper into his ear as she clung to him....

"I am glad.... so glad... that it was you, who found me, claimed me... Master... Grant..."

 

[dryfter]

"I am glad.... so glad... that it was you, who found me, claimed me... Master... Grant..."

She had moved with purpose.....leading him the whole way. And yet even now, he didn't once believe that this was for her curse, or for her own pleasure. Grant watched as she draped a leg around him.....lifting herself into position on the one leg she had to stand on. He moved silently to support her, and the second leg slipped about him just as easily as he slid into her.....filling her grasping sex fully and driving one of those sexy moans of hers from her lips.

He was the master. His was the challenge.....and hers was the place to meet said challenge. Her back mashed firmly against the wall, she surged against him.....hips lifting and falling, coaxing, demanding him to at least attempt to match her rhythm. Did she care if he did? Probably to some extent, but Grant knew that even if he stood as still as a statue, she would continue to work him......to coax the pleasure from him that he had demanded her show him.

But he was a generous master, and he had no intention of making her work herself raw for his sake. Not this time at least......

The young author bucked suddenly.....the angel in his arms reacting instantly the very second she felt him take advantage of her downward plunge, his own thickness plundering her to the core. And yet, he couldn't have possibly expected it when her dark wings wrapped as tightly around him as her arms were at his shoulders. Not just her pussy anymore.....Mirshann's whole body sheathed him.....the soft feathers stroking and caressing naturally as she received his fucking in earnest.

He was careful to not be too rough, though the more that he thought about it, he really had no idea what too rough was for an angel. She had gotten tossed out of Heaven for giving up her innocence, or so she said.....but with whom? Another angel perhaps? Or maybe her sin was for fucking a mortal, just like she was doing now.....

His thoughts were doing wonders for keeping back his mounting arousal.....he couldn't have displayed better staying power if he had actually tried. And yet, he certainly couldn't hold for much longer....not with as eager as his little pet was to heed his command and prove her worth to him.....

He could feel himself thickening inside her, though his climax was still a budding thing, minutes away yet. He knew she could feel it too, from the way she picked up her pace, milking him for what he knew she wanted.

"This is you.....? Where does the curse end and Mirshann begin?"

She wanted to let him know that she chose to do this, at least that was how he interpreted it. But did she really? Or was she doing this because he had ordered it. Either way, she was as good of a fuck as ever......so why did he feel suddenly sorry for her?

He would sort it all out in the morning. Assuming he wasn't rotting in a detention center by then. For now.....he had a naughty little sex kitten to please, and it wouldn't be long before she was getting a fresh dose of cream......

 

[RainingHeat]

Blackened Wings wrapped about him, enveloping him, fingers gripping his shoulders, legs tight about his hips, the walls of her sex possessing his cock, silken walls contracting, rippling, as she undulated, slid, up and down that wall, ascending and descending so very slickly up and down his long, thick, shaft. His hips thrusting upwards, each motion shuddering thru her entire form.

The Angel's eyes had rolled back and closed, her head back as she cried out, each sound from her lips accented by the forceful grinding of his hips, the hard, deep push of his cock within her over, and over, and over again.. working to drive her breath from her with each pounding of their bodies coming together.

Her wetness flowed over the surface, the skin, of his cock, soaking, dripping, slippery, warm, the scent bathing the room with that sweet odor of sex. The sounds only working to accent that scent, skin gliding against skin, wetness flooding, penetration, deep, heavy, moaning breathing, cries, whimpers, purrs, groans, all mingling around the couple as he took her against that wall.

"This is you.....? Where does the curse end and Mirshann begin?"

"I am .... Mirshann... I am Your Angel, Your pet, Your slave, but I am me, no matter the curse, Master, and what you feel wrapped around you, wings, arms, legs, pussy, my heat, my wetness, is me, Your Angel. Please..... "she paused, a low groan purring past her lips as his cockhead hit the very back of her tunnel, she shivering against him.." Master, the curse dictates my desire for you, physically, not... mentally... My body may be beyond my control, but my mind is not. I was cursed, they thinking that I would fight my desires every moment, yet, I can not, not with You... Master. So You, have helped me defy my curse, Masterrrrrr..." the last word faded into a purr... she gasping as she felt the sensations racing thru her, bringing a quiver to her wings, a tremble to her arms and legs. He was hitting all the right spots, and she was responding.

She threw back her head, letting it hit the wall behind her, not hard, but enough to feel a thump.. she was shaking now, violently, yet she did not stop moving... riding him, grinding to his thrusting, as the crescendo built inside her.

"ppplease... MMMMASTER....." the plea was obvious, her heart was thundering, pounding thru her chest and against his...

"PPPPLEASE!!!!!"........

But already, her body had given in, she snapping taut in his embrace, last deep gasping breath held as she exploded in her orgasm, the climax bursting thru her, every nerve on fire, every muscle twitching and spasming, her wings suddenly opening and slamming to the wall, quaking, the feathers shimmying, her nails sinking into the skin of his shoulders, the sheath of her sex clamping down around his still moving cock, almost halting his thrusts the grip was so tight, a firey flood of her cum spilling out, soaking, coating, as she shook, and cried out, impaled upon him.... She supported now entirely by his cock within her and the weight of him against her... the Angel's wings closed over him once more, as she shook, moaned, clung to him in her climax....

 

[dryfter]

."Master, the curse dictates my desire for you, physically, not... mentally... My body may be beyond my control, but my mind is not. I was cursed, they thinking that I would fight my desires every moment, yet, I can not, not with You... Master. So You, have helped me defy my curse, Masterrrrrr..."

Defied the curse? A part of him smiled, and that part slowly became more and more visible as it trickled onto his face. He couldn't help but wonder how that might piss off someone up above who had hoped for a harsher fate for her, had wanted her to suffer and beg like a dog for the rest of her days. Not that she wouldn't.....if he desired it. He was beginning to understand a little better how things were and how they worked.....

He knew one other thing as well. He had to push her. Not just mentally, but sexually as well.....especially sexually. He wasn't content with just having her body because some divine providence ordained it. So for now, Grant fought his own climax. This was made especially hard as Mirshann came around him.....shrieking her own pleasure across the empty cabin and trembling like a leaf around him. He was glad he had her pinned up against the wall....she would have been incredibly hard to support while writhing the way she was....

He hadn't slowed down one iota....pounding her tight little pussy until her ass struck the wall behind her. Her feathers felt good on him, light and gentle caresses that seemed to be everywhere all at once. She might not know it, but it was becoming near impossible to keep from reaching his own peak and spilling into her....giving her what he knew she really wanted.

He couldn't help but chuckle a little. So much for his thought of breeding her to keep her around....dependant on him. If he only knew sooner, or at least had suspected, just how dependent she already was. That and she was an Angel for fuck's sake.....he doubted very much she even possessed the capability of reproduction. What need would a direct scion of God need for something like that? It was just too funny.....and if that was the case, then it was no wonder she enjoyed feeling him jetting inside her when they made love......or fucked each other raw. This would be no different, and he intended to make her scream at least one more time......

"Mirshann.....I'm going to cum soon."

He leaned against her in her winged embrace, kissing her deeply. He could feel himself swelling, thickening inside her despite her impossibly tight grip on him. Yet no matter how tightly she held him, there was no stopping what was going to occur....and Grant doubted very much that she would stop him even if there was a way.

"I'm going to fill your pussy full this time, my naughty little Angel."

A strange section of his mind drifted back to earlier at the club, and the command he had given her when he had cum inside her last. It was a command.....it had been.....and Mirshann say she had no choice but to obey his commands? This was all so confusing....but it made for excellent staying power, especially as he took the extra time to stroke deeply inside her, looking for all her inner buttons to push and taking mental notes each time he suspected he might have found an especially sensitive spot.

In the end, it was him who cried out, who crushed her against the wall she had been sweating, heaving against as she thrust her own hips towards him. It was all he could do to hold her there and not simply collapse as he exploded.....filling her to the core with his fiery heat, searing his mark on her womb yet again with raging pulses of thick creamy seed.

Shuddering, he lowered her slowly.....doing his best not to collapse on legs that were suddenly almost too weak to stand on.....

 

[RainingHeat]

"Mirshann.....I'm going to cum soon."

She was still shaking as her climax finally began to slowly wane. Not that he was ceasing, or slowing, anytime soon. Her body continued to shake, shudder, her breath driven from her in great, hard, huffs, as he pounded into her.

She sunk her wings around him once more, in an effort to keep herself steady. She was near ready to collapse, her orgasm having rocketed thru her. Yet she would not, could not, not while he continued to fuck her, and not while she desperately needed to feel him cum, both inside her physically, and to feel his pleasure, to feed off it, the pacify the curse that even now, was still raging inside her.

She rode that wall, rode his length, damp skin slipping easily against both that hard surface and himself.

"I'm going to fill your pussy full this time, my naughty little Angel."

"yess.... YESS... MASTER... Your Angel... Yours... Ohhhhhhhhh ... Yours" she panted, begged.

Still his cock moved, in and out of her grasping pussy. Still her hips rocked to him, legs tightening about him. Her wetness was searing hot, boiling, coating the surface of his pumping cock. The grip of her sex, the silken walls, not releasing, not loosening, and in fact, was contracting, pulsing around him.

"please.... PLEASE" her voice begged in his ear.

When he cried out, she joined his yell with her own, as she felt his cock spasm and shoot his spend within her. Painting her womb, her pussy, with the heat of his seed. She could feel each jet of cum, as he claimed her as his own once more, filling her so totally, so completely. His seed inside her, the sweat of his body all over her, his scent on her skin, her mouth tasted of his. The Angel was his, totally and completely yet again, and inside her, the curse finally went silent... for the time being.

They both sank to the floor, she shuddering, he shaking.... her wings releasing him, falling back to frame her naked form as she lay there beside him, panting.

 

[dryfter]

He couldn't hold her anymore.

Slowly he sagged, his legs quaking, suddenly weak from the sheer magnitude of his orgasm. And still he found enough to be gentle with her, grateful that her grip on him with her wings alleviated some of her weight as did the wall she had been propped against. Slowly, she slid down its surface to huddle with his shivering form as his cock continued its struggle to work more of himself into her....

She never let him go. Even now he could feel her ebon wings wrapped tight about him. For that moment, he didn't care if she was fallen or not, whether her feathers were black or white....it was all the same to him.

She was an Angel. And she was his.

And yet as he relaxed in her arms, slowly growing flaccid within her, a dark and terrible thought raced across his mind. The next time he shuddered in her grasp, it had nothing to do with pleasure....

"Dos orn flamgra xuil l' chathen d'lil errdegahren d' uoi'nota"

He felt her chest tighten where he had laid his head, heard her breath catch. Though he had only heard her say the words once or twice.....he had repeated them perfectly. It was hardly the afterglow she had been hoping for no doubt....but this....this couldn't be ignored. Grant lifted his face to look at her, drawing her own gaze into his to see the true horror that lay there.....

"When you are gone from my soul, when my soul is ripped from yours, when the bond between us is broken, that is where I will go. Into the fires of hell, to be torn apart by Satan himself, and burn with his demons."

Her own words echoed off of his lips. And for a moment, he thought she could see what was bothering him, the conclusion that he had drawn even now after the heat of her fiery passion....a passion that only spoke of how much he never wanted her to go....to be his forever.

"Mirshann.....a human lives less than a hundred years....."

She had forever. He didn't. How cruel was that?

"Is there nothing that can be done? You're serving your penance here...with me....you don't deserve that. You don't!"

 

[RainingHeat]

You will burn within the fires of the demons of hell


He had whispered those words perfectly, in the ancient language they were written in, scrawled across her back. Burned within the flesh by the angels themselves.

She tensed at the words, shuddered, a sudden cold churning in her belly, gripping her and shaking with without mercy.

"When you are gone from my soul, when my soul is ripped from yours, when the bond between us is broken, that is where I will go. Into the fires of hell, to be torn apart by Satan himself, and burn with his demons."

"Please.. don't" she begged, not wanting to hear those words, to think about those words or what they meant.

"Mirshann.....a human lives less than a hundred years....."

"Is there nothing that can be done? You're serving your penance here...with me....you don't deserve that. You don't!"

"Master, please do not think about my penance. It is mine to bare, not yours." she shook her head slowly. "The curse, the punishment is mine, and deserved" she did not tell him that her very curse could so easily corrupt him, Stan, Caitlin, anyone really who was around them, and who was vulnerable. A weak mind was so easily, so wickedly, corrupted. Not his, his bond to her would almost ensure that the curse eats away at him, no matter how strong willed he was. But others, the weaker the mind, the easier to get to them. No, she was not going to tell him that. He had not asked, yet. She had answered his questions on what she was, and why she was.

Had he even realized what she had told him meant? That she was an angel, that she was immortal, that she belonged to him, body and soul, that she was as bound to him by this curse as if the strongest chains claimed her throat and lead to his hand. That she would do anything.... anything... he commanded. From the most depraved to the most seductive. He could bring her pain and pleasure, and she would only beg for more, plead for mercy, and then beg again, for more.

Mirshann again realized that being his was a blessing. He was for the most part innocent. Not a depraved rapist or a ... well... it could have been so much worse for her, so much worse. She even had a feeling that if it had been Stan that had found her, things would have been worse. He came across as being a bit more, indecent, let's just say, than Grant. Mirshann imagined that Stan would have already whored her out to all his friends, more than likely. She, laying on the bed, with a line of guys, waiting to mount her, and fuck her. The thought made her shudder. Sex was what got her into this. Sex was pleasurable of course. But Mirshann knew that sex could be used as the ultimate punishment...

But that thought did lead to another...

"Perhaps... Master... I can be your whore. Whores do not always have ID, or families. IF I am your whore, perhaps, if you allow others from the Army, to take their pleasure with me, it will be proof, that I am nothing more than a whore and we will be allowed free."

She was not even sure she was making sense, the words just came tumbling out...

 

[dryfter]

"Perhaps... Master... I can be your whore. Whores do not always have ID, or families. IF I am your whore, perhaps, if you allow others from the Army, to take their pleasure with me, it will be proof, that I am nothing more than a whore and we will be allowed free."

"It's a little late to think of that now, don't you think?"

When he looked at her, his smile was a curious mixture of pain and amusement. Hadn't she figured it out by now? How much he hated whores? She was essentially asking him to turn her into the very thing he despised. And yet, she was his....and knowing she would do anything for him without question did indeed make her a whore in a sense.....

"A woman should be a mother in the household, a statesman in public, and a whore in the bedroom."

He could feel her eyes upon him, the lingering stare that spoke of her wondering wht he was getting at. Grant only chuckled.

"Eleanor Roosevelt said that. You certainly have the skills to be a whore, Mirshann, but you're my whore. If I ever share you with anyone, it will be as a punishment for angering or displeasing me, understand? Besides...you're forgetting what you did to Amy. Five will get you ten that she won't forget. According to you, you put her to sleep, you didn't fuck up her memory. So she's going to have some questions for you when she gets here....*****bably with backup too."

He face drained of all humor as the dark portents of their future together washed over him.

"And don't tell me to not worry about it, either. You think I'm going to enjoy growing old and withering away while you stay this hot and sexy all the time? Hadn't thought of that, had you?"

And then there was what happened to her when he passed away and their bond broke with the snapping of his own life force. Grant remained silent though his stomach twisted.....obviously still unhappy with that scenario.

The sound of tires crunching over gravel disrupted the dark thoughts. Sighing softly, he calmly disengaged his nude form from her enclosing wings.

"Here we go....that didn't take long."

He could hear them outside....all of them....a flash of movement across one window as the Army swiftly closed off any perceived avenues of escape.

"Did you say I'm the only one who can see your wings? I can't remember....anyway, if its a problem, it might be best for you to hide them again. This is going to be tough enough talking to Amy without having to explain how my....whore....has black feathery wings."

They had only barely shimmered away from sight when the front door slid silently inward on an oiled hinge. He hadn't bothered to lock it.

Still....it was at least partially amusing to see the look on the soldier's face as he peered at them both.....naked and locked in a deep, lusty kiss.....through the sights of his assault rifle......

 

[RainingHeat]

"A woman should be a mother in the household, a statesman in public, and a whore in the bedroom."

"Eleanor Roosevelt said that. You certainly have the skills to be a whore, Mirshann, but you're my whore. If I ever share you with anyone, it will be as a punishment for angering or displeasing me, understand? Besides...you're forgetting what you did to Amy. Five will get you ten that she won't forget. According to you, you put her to sleep, you didn't fuck up her memory. So she's going to have some questions for you when she gets here....*****bably with backup too."

Mirshann listened as he spoke. He made sense. But....

"Master... Amy.... "she paused.."will merely think she passed out. She will have no real memory of me touching her and saying sleep, and even if she did, she has no idea what I am. It will not make sense to her to even think that I put her to sleep. The best part of what I can do is.... " she shrugged gently.."no one will remember. That is just part of the... well... of my... limited power. She will know she passed out, just not why."

"And don't tell me to not worry about it, either. You think I'm going to enjoy growing old and withering away while you stay this hot and sexy all the time? Hadn't thought of that, had you?"

The Angel looked down and away then... her form trembling.

"I did not chose this Master, tho perhaps some think I did based on my actions. But, I did not chose to have you find me. I am sorry, Master. You can caste me aside now. And save Yourself Master"

She could not believe she had even said that. The curse inside her suddenly wrapped around her soul and squeezed, she hissing in pain at the mere thought of being torn away from him. But one thing she was, was strong. He could walk away, he could break contact, he could go ahead and send her to her damnation now. The Angels above would be pretty pissed. No years of begging for sex, pleading. Wondering, worrying, about when and if he would send her away. No offspring to carry on her curse....

Offspring to carry on her curse..

OFFSPRING..... TO CARRY ON HER CURSE..

That thought had NOT even hit the Angel until this moment. She would be fertile. And bear children with whomever found her. Would those children take her curse with them???

Mirshann struggled to remember what was said..

"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."

What had that meant????

It was the sound of tires grinding against the pebbles in the driveway that tore her thoughts back to the here and now.

"Here we go....that didn't take long."

"Did you say I'm the only one who can see your wings? I can't remember....anyway, if its a problem, it might be best for you to hide them again. This is going to be tough enough talking to Amy without having to explain how my....whore....has black feathery wings."

"They will only see what I allow. They can not and will not see my wings, Master. Only you can" she reassured.. just as he drew her into a deep kiss. The Angel shivered against him, letting her eyes close, as her lips parted, tongues meeting, entwining, as the door slid open and the first of a dozen Soldiers came thundering in....

The kiss broke as Mirshann looked to the first Soldier. He looked like a boy, to be honest, peering thru the scope of an assault rifle.

"Do we look like we are armed and dangerous" she quipped, reaching for a nearby blanket that lay on the floor and wrapping it about her naked form.

 

[dryfter]

"What are you doing?"

Grant could feel Mirshann beneath him, beside him, react instantly though with a due amount of hesitation.

"Did I tell you to cover up?"

The rifle barrel seemed to lower just a little, the young soldier behind its scope gaping slightly at Grant's harsh words, but not nearly as much as he did when Mirshann moved to correct the mistake.

"You're my whore....remember to act like one. Now don't move from that spot, I'm not done with you."

From where he knelt crouched, no doubt the kid could see the sperm slithering downward from her moist, well fucked pussy.....hell, Grant didn't even have any powers, and he could see the soldier's eyes flicker in that direction. The young author was quick enough to stop however as the rifle barrel snapped back into place.....

"Perhaps you should aim it at his balls. He'd have reacted quicker."

A deep growl reverberated through the room as the sergeant stepped past the cabin's only doorway and into view.

"We've got you both surrounded now. Perhaps you'd like to tell us how you escaped us at the Kitty Ranch?"

For a long moment, the two men simply stared at each other, until even the sergeant had to admit this kid had some kind of guts. Not once did he pay heed to the firearm pointed at him. Grant on the other hand, had to give the sergeant credit for much the same. It wasn't often that a man saw another man completely naked and didn't show any reaction at all. Was he in trouble here? Was the man gay? He didn't even want to know what kind of training regimen he had been put through to have such collective poise.

"Long time, no see, Grant. You understand of course, that we have some questions for you?"

His tousled blond mane nodded slightly, but for some reason, he remained otherwise unperturbed in a moment he probably should have been terrified out of his wits.

"Very well then. Adjutant?"

A sexy looking MP slipped past the open doorway, her tight fitting skirt cut to proper military length just below the knee, while the rest of her uniform similarly hugged her rather buxom looking frame. A thin, two sided hat settled primly atop her straight brunette locks, and Grant didn't recognize the symbol on her sleeve that denoted her ranks.....especially when she brought a steno pad to her chest with pen poised, the action pressing her full breasts together enough to tease him with a glimpse of deep cleavage.

"Let's start with this evening's activities at the Ranch, shall we? I'd like to know just our favorite Colonel came to be curled up in a ball on the floor of the suite the two of you were in."

"Three."

"Huh?"

"There were three of us. I'm assuming, you've questioned Caitlin already?"

The sergeant scowled, his dark visage creasing in displeasure.

"I don't like being corrected, Mr. Levantine. However, yes. We did question the girl. We got a good assessment of your sexual endowments and prowess, that's about all."

"Well its always good to know I satisfied."

Their was warning deep within the much larger man's gaze, and Grant could almost feel Mirshann stirring behind him.

"I told you to stay where you were."

That took care of that. Now for the matter at hand.

"As you know, Sergeant.....Amy....excuse me.....Colonel Carson and I dated for a brief period of time. Unfortunately, she choose to continue her career rather than our relationship. I say unfortunately because she was amazing in bed, a real wildcat, and I'm sure you don't need to be told how smoking her body is."

If anything, his words seemed to only make the sergeant even angrier.

"Are you saying you assaulted the Colonel in that room? In that short of time? Impossible! She still had all aspects of her uniform intact and on her body when we went in to find out what was taking so long!"

A soft chuckle, and the burly man looked nearly ready to attack. The blonde had no doubts that had he still been wearing a shirt, the sergeant would have had hold of it by now.

"I never said I had sex with her, let's not jump to conclusions. Though its nice to know you checked to see if her panties were still on. I wonder if she knows that."

The black man colored dangerously, to the point that Grant could see it despite his dark complexion.

"I'm simply saying she has a high libido. If she's not getting it from me, which I assure you, she hasn't been.....she's probably getting nailed by someone else, and often. My guess is she was completely wore out and so proud, she couldn't even tell her men that she wasn't in any shape to do her duty."

It was a bluff. The whole thing. Right down to him ever having had sex with her. A bluff that Amy would no doubt be furious at him for. Here he was....making her out to be the base slut.....but with any luck at all, she'd just excuse it for petty revenge for her having dumped him.....

A deep and annoyed growl brought him back to the present. Well, at least he hadn't been punched......yet. He had no idea how his little angel would react to that.....but he knew it wouldn't be good.....just as he knew that it would mean the end of trying to talk their way out of this.

"Second. Who is she? And why does our SatCom system show you carrying her out of the crater the night of that last meteor strike?"

"Her? This is Mirshann. She is my whore, my pet, my slave.....in a legal way, mind you. You can ask her yourself if you choose, I'm certainly not forcing her to be here in any way."

"That can wait. Why was she at the site of the crater?"

Grant threw up his arms and shrugged, "Fucked if I know. Its not like she could predict that her midnight walk was going to be interrupted by hell raining down on her. She's lucky she wasn't killed.....as things stood, she suffered some burns, and of course her clothes didn't survive the strike. Not like I let her wear them usually anyway."

The man holding the rifle trained on him chuckled softly. The sergeant on the other hand looked skeptical.

"Look. I'm not going to pretend to know what you're looking for from that meteor....and let's face it, you're not going to tell me either, are you?"

The sergeant's stony silence said it all. Grant nodded softly in understanding. This had been a sticking point with him and Amy too.....so much of what she did was classified.....

"Well then, why don't I give you my full cooperation and let you search my cabin. You have a better idea of what you're looking for than I do anyway."

The sergeant's eyes narrowed softly, "You'd volunteer a search?"

Grant snorted, "Like you guys need a warrant. You were gonna do it whether or not I let you. So get to it. We'll wait here."

He went back to her then....kneeling beside her and pulling Mirshann close as more uniformed personnel spilled into the cabin and promptly began turning his organized, only slightly messing living space into a disaster area.

"I have everything written down, sir. I'll be sure to include it in my report."

"Thank you, Catherine. You are dismissed back to the base. I'll take care of things here."

 

[Nyte_mare]

"What are you doing?"

The angel paused a moment, froze was more the word for it, and turned to gaze at Grant.

"Did I tell you to cover up?"

"Nnnno Master" was the automatic answer. For a moment, she just stared at him. She had not expected that harshness in his voice. Not at all.

"You're my whore....remember to act like one. Now don't move from that spot, I'm not done with you."

Again, that cold demeanor. The blanket that she had dared to grab and cover herself with fell away, leaving her naked once more. Truth be told, it did not bother her to be naked. Naked, clothed, was all the same to her. But the perception of her was different depending on what she was wearing. She knew that mortals put alot of stock and judgement into the clothes that one wore, or lack there of. Angels cared less. But, she was an angel caught in a mortal world. She had not wanted to attract any more attention to herself in this situation than she had to, hence why she tried to cover herself...

That is until Grant ordered her not to.

Whore. He had called her his whore. That had been her suggestion. He had stepped so easily into the plan that it had taken her a bit by surprise.

Mirshann listened carefully at the interaction between the now present Sergeant, a pretty little Officer girl, and the Soldier holding the rifle. She had a sudden thought, would a bullet even hurt her? Wait, no. It would not. Yes, the Angels had cast her down among the mortals. But they had not cursed her with a mortal body. She was still angelic, her wings proved that, as did her limited strengths. A bullet would not hurt her, not that they needed to know that.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she realized they had finally gotten around to the subject at hand. Her and the meteor strike...

"Who is she? And why does our SatCom system show you carrying her out of the crater the night of that last meteor strike?"

"Her? This is Mirshann. She is my whore, my pet, my slave.....in a legal way, mind you. You can ask her yourself if you choose, I'm certainly not forcing her to be here in any way."

"That can wait. Why was she at the site of the crater?"

Grant threw up his arms and shrugged, "Fucked if I know. Its not like she could predict that her midnight walk was going to be interrupted by hell raining down on her. She's lucky she wasn't killed.....as things stood, she suffered some burns, and of course her clothes didn't survive the strike. Not like I let her wear them usually anyway."

The man holding the rifle trained on him chuckled softly. The sergeant on the other hand looked skeptical.

"He saved me" she finally spoke.

"I went for a walk. That is certainly not against the law here, now is it? That thing, the meteor, nearly killed me. He found me, and saved my life. I shudder to think...." she had gotten to her feet behind Grant... "what would have happened to me had YOUR men found me, Sergeant, given what I have seen so far. Sure, I am a whore. And no doubt your men would have used that fact and passed me around. " she nearly spit the words, showing her disdain. The idea actually did fill her with a cold chill in the core of her belly. Being used by Grant and whoever he chose to allow to use her was one thing, but the idea of being used over and over and over by many men, that was horrifying to her, even tho that curse inside her would have been feeding off it.

"You want to know who I am... ??? My name is Mirshann. I have no last name. I have no identification. I have no family. I was an orphan. I ran away as soon as I was old enough to. Yes I am a whore. Yes I owe Grant my life. And yes, I belong to him, willingly. There is no law against that. I am with him, matters not if I am a girlfriend or a slave, as long as it is willing. So you, can just shut the fuck up and leave us alone"... she had gone back down to her knees then, knowing she had probably said much to much. That was a bad habit of hers when unrestrained, and when upset. She spoke her mind. She always did it when in the heavens, why would it stop now. It was another layer to her that Grant would learn.

To say she was agitated was an understatement.

"Well then, why don't I give you my full cooperation and let you search my cabin. You have a better idea of what you're looking for than I do anyway."

"You'd volunteer a search?"

"Like you guys need a warrant. You were gonna do it whether or not I let you. So get to it. We'll wait here."

She was shaking as he knelt beside her. It was not fear. Mirshann was strangely unafraid. It was anger, it was desperation. If they even tried to separate her and Grant, she was not sure what she was going to do. In the very depths of her, she could feel that curse coming alive, altho this time it was a strange feeling. Instead of that hungering need for Grant, for pleasure, for sex, it was different. It was a feeling of being threatened, the feeling of anger, and knowing that she would do almost anything to keep her and him together, because it was that .. that determined her fate. The angel growled low. She would be sent to the depths of hell if separated from him. Her sense of self preservation was coming alive. Had the other Angels even counted on that? Had they realized that an Angel, trying to survive, on the world of mortals, would be a very dangerous thing?

Would Mirshann kill..... to save herself?

That... was the question....

 

[dryfter]

"And as you can see, Sergeant.....she submits only to me."

Grant's soft chuckle wasn't meant to mock, but he certainly had enjoyed Mirshann's outburst. Right down to the point where she had actually told him to shut the fuck up. That had drawn a response, sure.....but the strict sergeant wasn't about to strike at such an obviously unarmed civilian.

The sergeant's eyes remained on the two of them, patiently waiting as his men turned the cabin inside out. In the end however, the end result was the same.....there simply had been nothing to seize.....

Grant held Mirshann close throughout it all. Sure she was naked, mostly because he had denied her clothing, or even the blanket she had tried to pull over herself. But now he shielded her from their eyes with his own body.....and the men milling about were thankfully nowhere near as eager to look at his naked form as they seemed to be at hers.

It seemed forever that they huddled there, forgotten by all but one as the military tornado swept through the house.

"That will be all, Mr. Levantine. If we have any further questions, and I assure you that we will, we'll be back. I'm sure you've noticed the Colonel not present today....she's been most curious regarding her own "collapse". I trust you'll be able to enlighten her when she decides she's ready to come calling. Until then, I wouldn't recommend leaving the immediate area. I'd really hate to have add you to a potential terrorist list or something else stupid in order to bring you in to the base. Understood?"

Grant simply nodded, not once turning to look at his interrogator, simply indicating that he'd heard well enough. Minutes later, and the last hard soled boot passed through his doorway, leaving it open enough for a soft draft to threaten them both with its chill.

"Are you alright? Hope I didn't worry you with how impersonal I had to appear. It was your idea after all."

He stood up before her, completely aware of how his flaccid length had to appear to her. And yet, his eyes weren't on her in another heated flaring of lust, but sweeping over the disaster area his cabin had become.

"Fuck. Its gonna take days to clean all this up. Two people cleaning up after the mess of twenty. Was this really necessary?"

 

[Nyte_mare]

"Are you alright? Hope I didn't worry you with how impersonal I had to appear. It was your idea after all."

He had stood up, she following.

"I'm fine... Master... "

"Fuck. Its gonna take days to clean all this up. Two people cleaning up after the mess of twenty. Was this really necessary?"

He was looking around his trashed place. They had certainly left a mess.

Mirshann on the the other hand, was standing there, staring downwards. Her mind was racing. And racing fast. What if they came back? Would they take her away from him? Or take him away from her. What if they tried? She couldn't let that happen. She just couldn't..

Mirshann walked to the window and peered out. The jeeps were gone, the last one's red lights vanishing as it curved around a distant corner. She laid her hand to the glass, feeling the cool, smooth surface. She could see her reflection staring back at her. She could see Grant behind her.

"we can't stay here"

The words were unfeeling, stagnant.

She did not turn around to face him, she did not meet his gaze, his eyes. She stood completely stilled.

"we can't stay here. We need to leave" the words had a bit more of an urgent edge. "They will come back. They will try and separate us. I can not......."

The angel turned, her eyes had gone almost completely black.

"I can not let them separate us Master... I can not... "

 

[dryfter]

"Ok, stop that, that's creepy as fuck."

He had visibly recoiled when she had turned to him, her eyes unlike anything he had ever seen before. For all of her grace and beauty, if there was ever a moment that she had shown just exactly how unholy she was, it was right now. Did she even realize her eyes had changed to something almost......inhuman?

He had to remind himself again that she wasn't human. Just what had he signed on for here, pulling her out of the desert like that. And yet, as terrified as he was of her right now, another part of him rallied within the quaking fear of his soul. She was his. She couldn't hurt him, could she? She was bound to him, or so she said.....would she break that bond herself if it meant going to Hell? Or was she already there?

Either way, he was badly shaken, and made no effort at all to conceal it from her. Still....he wouldn't run. He was supposed to be the one in control here.

"We're not going anywhere."

He could start by putting his foot down, seeing how she took that. He'd find out just how tight his unseen leash on her really was. Already, he could see the look of displeasure and....something else.....written across her face.

"Now help me start cleaning this shit up. I only hope they didn't completely destroy my manuscript, or I'm going to have to start all over again.....and then I'll never make my deadline."

A very different sort of fear gripped him then, one that nearly drove the thought of the ebon eyed fallen from his mind. No manuscript, no book, no book, no money, no money.....

Grant growled softly in consternation. He needed to take his mind off of all this somehow. Fortunately, there was always simple conversation. He was beginning to understand that there was a lot to his "pet" that he had yet to learn.....

"So you're a fallen angel, huh? I want you to tell me....in detail....what you're still capable of doing, abilities wise. We'll call them "powers", as I'm not sure magic would be the correct term. Pretty damn sure that even fallen have them, they're just different from hallowed angels, am I right?"

Grant righted a chair and started to right some of the chaos that had been his living room. Lord only knew what his bedroom looked like. At least the kitchen seemed to have been spared somewhat.....unless one counted every single cupboard having been emptied of its contents.

"In detail please. Its not like I'm going anywhere any time soon."