Falling (Closed for Sasha25)

[Sasha25]

The touch, and the pleasure it brought was a sweet release for Salome, and her moan said as much. As the strong fingers of Lucas, trailed over her breasts, and touched her very sensitive nipple, she gave out a cry that was strong than the calls she had made for the Throne.

The cry was full of pleasure, strengthened by the fight she was still putting up, weak though it was. She shook her head, as if trying to say "NO!" as convulsions started to take her. That gentle touch, the caress of her breast was enough to give her a small orgasm.

For an instant, her skin glowed, and her wings turned white. After the feeling faded, she was limp, faded, her wings gray, almost black.

 

[fr33ks33k]

The flash of brilliance nearly blinded Lucas. It was unexpected, but then so was fondling a shackled angel. He hadn't anticipated this. Residual celestial energies flowed into his fingers, seemingly drawn directly to the darkness of his own power. For an instant Salome was in all her glory, the next she returned to the pallor of the cell, devoid of any strength.

His finger continued down her stomach, crawling slowly over the expanse of her pubis. Once there, his hand cupped her sex, feeling the moist flesh there yielding to his touch. The fact that she'd shaken her head even as her sensation had reached its apex meant to him that there was still more to take from her, or give as the case stood.

"Has the Throne ever made you feel as you did just then? Was that warm glow it bathes you in anything in comparison?"

 

[Sasha25]

When the flash of pleasure and light was gone, Salome felt even emptier, at least for a moment, until she felt Lucas' hand exploring again. He was going further, lower, towards the place she knew was for procreation on the female body. She knew it was for pleasure as well, from her observations, but wasn't prepared for the touch there. She nearly flashed again, though his question distracted her. She felt a little angry that she couldn't succumb to the feeling.

"No, the Throne never felt like that. It's.. always pleasure from without, surrounding us, not on the inside. This is more personal. It's so new to me. I want more of it. Please."

She was begging softly, but her voice was full of need, like an addict. She was withdrawing from the Light, and was searching for a replacement.

 

[fr33ks33k]

He had her where he wanted her. And yet, he felt the need to pull away. To play with his food, as it were. One solitary finger pressed between her labia, spreading her open slightly as he traced the short length of her slit. As the pad of his finger reached her clitoris, he lingered for a moment, leaving the spark of energy on the bundle of nerves before withdrawing completely.

She was begging him now, she craved his touch. It was intoxicating, and distracting. His thoughts of immortality were swallowed up by the thought of sensuous torture administered to this delectable creature.

Lucas' hands grasped Salome roughly, kneading her bosom, clutching the pert globes slowly, cyclically. While he was focused on her, he was still aware of his burgeoning manhood. The need for total focus in his study and research had meant he'd forsaken intimacy. No longer. She was willing, and he was more than happy to provide.

 

[Sasha25]

He was teasing, caressing her sex, her entrance, suggesting he might take her that when, and then he stepped back. She nearly screamed at him in anger. She couldn't understand her own body's reaction to him. She didn't know of pleasure, if this was how it was done with human. She knew of gentle love making, of the creation of children. These were all joyous, wonderful, part of the gift of Heaven.

She hadn't know of Hell and the wonders of lust. The demons were masters of this, but she didn't know it. She could only understand that Lucas was giving her a respite from the darkness she felt. She would give anything for it. She wasn't aware that the amulet had lost it's power and was dangling useless at her neck.

His rough touch, contrasting the caress of her nether lips was just as pleasurable and again, she didn't know why. Her frustration mounted and for a moment she looked savage, completely unlike the Angel she was. Her wings turned black for a moment, then back to gray.

 

[fr33ks33k]

As with the flash of light, the quick jaunt to darkness was unexpected. Lucas smiled. She had a moment of corruption. The desire was surmounting the innocence within her. This was good...

Fingertips teased and toyed with her nipples briefly before sliding around her chest, grazing her ribcage and settling on her shoulders, nestled just under the base of her wings. Leaning in, dropping his head, his lips met hers firmly, a kiss stolen and not given. He broke the embrace an instant later, smiling like the Devil himself as he watched her eyes darken for another second before returning to their neutrality.

 

[Sasha25]

She could taste him. Angels did not eat or drink. The Light was all they needed. Her first taste of anything was Lucas' lips and tongue, his breath filling her mouth pushing her moan back into her throat. Her heart was pounding and there was another flash of darkness that faded as he drew back. He was teasing more and she couldn't take much more. She managed to control her voice before she spoke, but barely.

"How do you know that when you are done with me, my blood will do what you want? I may not offer immortality now that I've been taken from the Throne." Her eyes flashed with a new angry and daring. She leaned forwards, pulling her chains to the limit, starting at him, nose to nose.

 

[fr33ks33k]

"Would you prefer I take your blood now, and leave you on the precipice of what you should now know is supreme pleasure? Your blood still has the vitality I require for my work, and shall still have it even though you have been tempted from your precious Throne. But if that is your wish..."

One hand left her back, reaching into the folds of his cloak, removing a silver dagger with a hilt shaped like a skull. It shone brightly in a moment of moonlight. With his other, he held her at the neck tightly as he had before, turning her face up and away. He brought the blade close, pressing the cool metal to her warmed flesh.

"Now tell me, angel. Is this what you want?"

 

[Sasha25]

She squealed, suddenly panicked as the blade grazed her flesh, but even the feeling of fear and panic was a drug to her now. All these strong emotions were taking over her mind and she couldn't swim among them to think clearly.

"Please, don't. I don't want to die. Please. Is there another way to get my blood? Do you need all of it? There ahs to be another way, please Lucas. PLEASE!"

She screamed the last word at him, despite how close he was. She didn't want to die, not like this. Shee needed connection to something, and for now, it was the man in front of her.

 

[fr33ks33k]

He chuckled then. A dark and vile laughter echoing off the stone chamber, drifting out the single window.

"Ah, so you can't make up your mind yet again. It is quite clear in the tomes, it must be your life's blood, from the font of your vitality. I do not need all of it, but I do require a good deal of it. This is the easiest way to procure it. I am more than powerful enough to ensure you do not perish. Do not fear death. With your help, I will conquer it."

He withdrew the dagger, a small nick left on her neck. A trickle of blood dripped along the column of her throat. Instinctively, his head bowed again, tongue darting out to lap at the sanguine droplets. It was a heady feeling, tasting her blood. He knew then that his statement before was as true as he'd intended it to be, even without knowledge of its verity.

Returning his eyes to her own, he held her gaze, fingers still cradling her neck, though he allowed her to move her head freely.

 

[Sasha25]

The slice of blade into her flesh made her scream again, but this time it didn't have the power of pleasure, or of prayer. It was full of pain and the sound echoed louder than anything that she had uttered so far. She could feel each drop of her blood as it trickled down her skin, then the touch of lip, tasting it.

He was drinking from her, slowly, taking his time. she would have rather he take all of it with her life, rather than this torture. She wanted to push him away, but she feared he might leave her in the cell alone, and that would be a worse agony. The only thing she could really do was to tilt her head to the side as she suckled at her flesh, like a child at it's mother's nipple and let him feed his immortality as her life ebbed.

His words had rang hollow. Only the Throne had the power to forestall death. No mere mortal could.

 

[fr33ks33k]

She'd certainly overreacted to such a small wound, but then again she had probably never felt true pain before. Either way she was being overwhelmed by the sensations offered. Lucas took a step back, allowing her to gather herself.

"That is merely a flesh wound. Nothing to be frightened about. You've probably never felt pain like this before, have you?"

His mind flooded with various thoughts. Inflicting pain upon her, just to watch the anguish in her face, inflicting the same pain, tempering it with pleasure to push her further. Even the thought of using pleasure to bring pain. His twisted mind worked in circles, all roads leading to the delicate being before him. If sadism were a requirement for the art of necromancy, then Lucas had latent skill not yet fully bloomed. Its budding creations would find purchase in Salome.

The dagger reappeared, glinting every now and again, his hand making it dance in front of Salome's eyes. He moved from left to right, watching the fright fill her gaze. The silvered tip found her lower lip, pressing not quite hard enough to break the skin, sliding down her chin, onto the thin skin of her neck, sinking further, pausing between her breasts, just above her heart. Lucas' eyes burned into hers, drinking in the play of emotion.

 

[Sasha25]

A part of her wanted to feel the pain of the blade again, cutting into her skin. She wanted the new sensation of pain, to feel the flood of the feeling through her body, but she didn't want to be hurt, not really. She wanted the pleasure, of touch, of warmth.

"Please." She said softly again. "I've never felt pain, I don't really like it. I don't want you to hurt me. I just want you to touch me. I really like that."

Her voice was soft, almost childlike in her exploration of touch. Her eyes drifted downwards and noticed the bulge in his britches. She gasped in surprise first, but then her understanding caught up and knew that it was his member, and he must be excited.

"Do you want to make love with me? Like humans do?" She asked curiously, wondering what it would feel like, if it would give her pleasure like it did for human women. She tried to ignore the blade as it touched her skin and forget that her blood was on the line.

 

[fr33ks33k]

"Make love?"

Lucas roared with laughter. She thought that he held notions of such romanticism?! Far from it.

"No, dear angel. I want no such thing. Now, if you were to ask if I wanted to take you, to fuck you, that I might answer affirmatively."

The tip of the dagger continued to trail lower, over her belly and the gentle slope of her mound. The flat of the blade moved easily against the collected wetness of her nether lips. A slow sawing motion brought the blade along the length of her entrance, never quite pressing harshly enough to rend her flesh, but always giving the sense that a minor slip could occur.

Lucas retracted the blade, now glistening not only from its metallic construction. Yet again his tongue darted forth, this time tasting the essence of Salome's arousal. It was pungent and otherworldly sweet. He licked the blade clean before returning it to its sheath.

"You crave more of my touch, and so you shall have it."

Deft fingers moved upward this time, traipsing the line of her thigh, walking purposefully toward the delta between her legs. Upon arrival at their destination, two digits spread the silken folds of her tunnel while a third sought the swollen nub of her clitoris. His eyes held hers in a powerful stare as he flicked the bundle of nerves once, then again.

 

[Sasha25]

The pleasure from the tough of her nub of flesh, at the top of her sex, made Salome bellow out. Her eyes were locked on his, unable to close. He seemed to control everything about her, as her limbs seemed to flail exactly as he touched her.

He had licked the blade clean of the wetness he had made. It was so lewd, and yet, that he wanted to do such a thing, to taste something she didn't know had taste, made her even more curious. What about him could she taste?

Her hips bucked, the longer he was touched her clitoris, and her hands reach out for him, wanting to explore on her own. Her wings seemed to ripple with color, unsure of darkness or light.

"I want to taste you, Lucas, like you tasted me. Is that possible?" Her voice was a scream and a whimper, on the edge.

 

[fr33ks33k]

Her body rocked and writhed against his ministrations, his grin widening all the while. When she spoke, she voiced an urge to taste him as he had tasted her. The seed of lust was sown deeply indeed.

"That is a definite possibility, angel. Kneel before me and I shall allow you to taste of me."

As he awaited her to follow his instruction, his hands made quick work of the belt holding his trousers in place. They sank down past mid-thigh, freeing the pulsing length of his member. A single step would bring it within reach of her lips. One hand brushed her hair from her face, his eyes boring down into hers. Every few moments, Lucas could catch the flicker of her wings, seeming to ebb and flow like a tide from snow white to pure black.

With bated breath he anticipated the first press of her pillowy lips, the first rough stroke of her tongue.

 

[Sasha25]

The act was not lost on Salome. She had only ever knelt before the Throne in the way that Lucas was demanding. She watched his trousers fall, as she sank to her knees, the stone floor very cold against her skin.

His member was curved slightly upwards, and there was a pearl of clear liquid on the very tip. She lean forwards slowly, nervously, unsure of herself, but not because of punishment. She wanted to give pleasure, to give her life more time. Her lips touched the very time, to take that pearl of liquid and she tasted it. It didn't taste like much, so she slide her lips over more of the bulbous head, and her tongue start to move over the skin, searching, tasting.

 

[fr33ks33k]

It was an interesting feeling, the probative, tentative nature of her tasting. She had never done something like this before, but instinct brought her to his tip, lapping at her precum before moving her mouth over the first bit of his length.

A sharp intake of breath signaled his enjoyment, a hand grasping her hair, pulling her down further. His eagerness meant that she would not be allowed the slow pace she would take. Her exploration would be done at his tempo, she would experience this and more.

Lucas' hips pressed forward, feeding more of his member into her mouth. He felt the scrape of the roof of Salome's mouth against the tender skin of his manhood.

"That's it, angel. Keep your mouth just like that."

It was a strange thought, but in the heat of this moment, Lucas didn't feel the need to take more from her than pleasure. The lure of immortality seemed to pale in comparison to the pull of keeping this angel here, locked in her cell to service his lustful needs. Perhaps he could wait. After all, the angel's blood would work no matter the color of her wings...

 

[Sasha25]

The warm, hard flesh in her mouth was suddenly pushing deeper to an uncomfortable point. It brushed the roof of her mouth and threatened to go further, and my reflex Salome started to cough and choke slightly. She pulled back just a fraction, enough to make the invasion comfortable again.

It throbbed, with a strong heartbeat in her mouth, and her tongue started to explore, feeling veins, feeling curves, feeling indentations in the flesh. The taste was pleasant enough. She knew the smell of men and of sweat, but neither was over powering.

She wanted to protest, to explore at her own pace, since she was new to this, but she understood that as a prisoner, she had no say. He could take her blood at a swipe of his nice, and not teach her anything about pleasure. For the moment, she chose to avoid her own bloodletting as long as possible

 

[fr33ks33k]

The limitations of her throat were met, the noises she made were in protest to the invasion of his shaft. His fingers sunk into her tresses, holding her in position.

"You wanted to learn, did you not? If you do, then the first thing you will learn is not to struggle against me. Pleasure is often tempered with an amount of pain or discomfort."

He knew that she could not respond, but it amused him to think that she would try anyway. Lucas stood still, letting himself rest inside her mouth, feeling the warmth of her wet embrace. His eyes continued to stare piercingly, his mouth crooked at the corners, his grin just as vile as it was infectious.

 

[Sasha25]

The unwanted, uncomfortable pressure was back, coughing, slightly choking. Salome could resist more and make it worse, or try to adapt. She decided on the latter, and tried to relax her mouth and throat so the uncomfortable feeling would disappear. After a few moments, without moving her head, the choking feeling did subside, though it didn't completely go away.

Her eyes looked up to meet his, and her spirit cowered. There was a ferocious strength in his eyes, and there was now more than just a desire for blood, for his immortality. Sex and pleasure. It had to be that. He wanted to give into desire. Salome moaned softy around his shaft, with the possibility of having more pleasure herself.

 

[fr33ks33k]

Reverberations of her moan rippled into him, drawing a low growl from his throat.

"See, angel? It gets easier if you relax and allow me to guide you."

Even as he said the words, his hand pulled her hair, forcing more of his cock into her mouth. She would swallow the entirety, whether she wanted to or not. The softness of her hair clenched in his fist was a fitting counterpoint to his roughness. Once more he felt the beginning of her throat's opening, desperately trying to fight off the probing head of his shaft. He held Salome there, letting her adjust to the new level of invasion. It wouldn't do to have her clamp down on him in reflex.

 

[Sasha25]

Salome nearly bared her teeth in response to the renewed and deeper invasion. There was a spot in the back of her throat that was being touched, not hard but enough to create a retching feeling, and she tried hard not to give into it. She winced and clenched her fists to try to give herself extra strength. Tears squeezed out of her tightly shut eyelids, more from struggle than from emotion, though she was feeling incredibly used.

This wasn't the kind of attention she wanted, not at all. It was better to fake enjoyment now, to pacify Lucas in order to move past it. She slowly stopped struggling as the discomfort lessened and she hoped that there wasn't much more flesh that was going to invade her mouth. She might truly be ill if he pushed any deeper.

 

[fr33ks33k]

Moments of ecstasy like this always stretched longer in the mind than they did in reality. Lucas slowly rocked his hips back, relinquishing his grip on Salome's hair. His turgid length was coated in a thick sheen of her saliva. It glistened like a living polished stone, hard and throbbing.

"I can see that you crave more touch, more akin to your first experience. I can be kind too, angel. Cruelty has its edges, but as I said, they are often dulled by compassion. So, stand up and I shall kneel before you and give you what you wish to learn and know."

Once she had risen, he did just as he said. On one knee, his posture that of a knight about to receive a reward, his hands slid up the bared milky expanses of her thighs. Nails dug in just slightly where the apexes of her legs met her hips, turning them out just a fraction. A deep breath revealed the scent of feminine musk, tart in aroma. Lucas shuddered almost imperceptibly. If the blood of an angel tasted so sweet, would not then her lover's nectar be even more so?

His tongue delved forward, lapping at the soft flesh of her inner thigh, tastebuds leaving a ridged feeling against her skin, seeking inward until he could lap at the petals of her sodden sex. It was truly divine. He laughed inwardly at the irony of that, but continued his motions, licking the entirety of her slit, flicking the tip of his tongue just as he found the pearl at the peak of her.

 

[Sasha25]

Salome breathed deeply in relief when Lucas slowly pulled his hardness from her mouth. She could feel spittle around her lips, and she felt a little embarrassed by it. As he sank to his knees and she rose, she watches his hardness dangle, straight out, glistening, still ready for more. Her mind when to the rare time when she was given the task of helping the miracle of life and she saw couples in the midst of lovemaking.

The angel was suddenly compelled to ask to feel the organ inside her, to know what lovemaking was like, but her thought was interrupted by warm lips on her flesh, the lips of her sex. The suckled and tasted moving upwards, before a push against her pearl of pleasure and she screamed again.

Her hands suddenly thrust out, to grasp Lucas' head, but the chair stopped her from going completely down and a suddenly burst of pain mixed with her pleasure. The cry increased in pitch and the combination of feelings near drove her over the edge again.