Falling (Closed for Sasha25)

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The flow of her arousal continued to gush as he lapped at her clitoris, pressing his tongue into her folds, drinking her hungrily for several minutes. Soon though, his desire grew beyond his mouth's satiation. Quickly he rose to his feet, positioning himself at her soaked entrance.

"Now angel, you will learn the most important lesson. You've seen lovemaking. This is not lovemaking. There is a great difference."

His words were punctuated with his rough thrust, impaling her on his length entirely. Gentleness was gone from his mind as he began to writhing against her, filling her to the brim with his manhood. His hands took hold of her hips, bracing her against his motions. His eyes were fever-bright, drilling into hers as he took her.

 

[Sasha25]

Suddenly, his member was pointing at her wetness, and then it was thrust inside. The scream she released was sudden pleasure and sudden pain. He felt large in her folds, but the shock was from a shock of pain, like a tear inside her sex, and she realized her virtue, her physical virtue had been taken. Her connection with the the Throne could not be, ever again. Angels had to be physically pure.

As he thrust inside, she looked down, and the glistening on his member, of her arousal was tinged pink, then getting darker.

"Lucas... you wanted to drink my blood for immortality... what about my virtue?"

 

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"Your virtue I have taken because it pleases me. No other reason."

His words ceased as he continued to thrust against her, into her. She might have had pause at the action, but Lucas' lust was beyond staying now. His fingertips dug into Salome's hips as his own met hers with rough friction. He could tell that she was perturbed by the presence of blood, but he knew it to be from her maidenhead's departure. It mattered not to him; only the delightful heat and tightness of her tunnel.

He buried his head against her bosom as he hammered against her. Lips, teeth, and tongue all sought and found her breasts in turn, lavishing them in the tingle of his arcane touch. Where his hands held was a pool of flowing purple static charges. Lucas was putting more of himself into this deed than he realized.

 

[Sasha25]

The pain slowly subsided, becoming a dull throb that was immediately swallowed by pleasure. Salome's body was begging for more from Lucas, even if she was processing what he was doing in her mind. She loved the feeling of his invasion, repeated, strong, deep, and the increasing volume of her shrieks could tell him that much.

For a moment, when Salome felt lips on her breast, exploring, she wondered if he was suddenly being more gentle and loving. Then a sharp bite to her nipple told her the opposite, and an altogether strange tingle was growing behind her, where Lucas' hands were touching her.

The attention at all three places, all new, all powerful drove Salome to the peak of pleasure and over, and she scream, a deafening sound, her sex flood around Lucas, and the last resistance she had fell away. Pleasure had now replaced the Throne. forever.

 

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He felt it, like a string snapping under tension. She orgasmed again and again, her inner walls clamping and clenching against him. It was easy to lose oneself in the throes of her passion. Lucas had enough focus to control his pace, riding the edges of her spasms, plunging in between waves. Soon though, it became too much.

At once, two thoughts occurred to him: First, if he sowed his seed within the angel, what would become of it? Second, what would she think of that most intimate of gifts? She had never known it, except in witnessing it.

His thoughts were shattered upon his final thrust. The pinnacle of his lust probed to the depths of her insides, erupting in jet after jet of his seed. It gushed and leaked, hot and fluid into Salome's womb, trickling out past his member as he rested inside. A feral groan burst from him, belying the intensity of his orgasm. The crackle of energy ebbed as did his erection, retreating from her cunt as it softened.

His eyes were still locked on hers, the fearsome gaze unbroken even by his moment of ecstasy.

 

[Sasha25]

Salome's awareness broke at the height of her pleasure, drowning in the pleasure of her orgasm and unaware of Lucas still thrusting into her. It was the most glorious feeling she had ever had, even more than the connection to the throne. The pleasure within was so much greater, and she gave into it, nearly going unconscious. She wanted to, but as the pleasure began to fade and her awareness returned, she could feel Lucas's member, pulsing, seemingly larger for a moment, and then a rush of liquid into her depths.

Her eyes fixed on his, as he emptied his seed. His muscles here tensed, particularly his neck, and she expected much louder sounds from him than he was giving. He released his seed in time to the jerk of his member, and her brain and body seemed to memorize the feeling of it. She didn't know how deep it would go, but a vague though, of being impregnated came to her, though she wasn't sure if it was possible.

He softened, retreating out from her, and she could feel their mixed juices slowly dribbling out, coating her thighs. Her eyes flashed as she stared at him. She was straining against her bond, trying to get at him. The addictive feeling of pleasure, of invasion was in her mind and she was ready to take it from Lucas.

"Please, give me more, more of your flesh, more of your seed. I want more of it. Please!"

 

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Lucas withdrew from her, leaving her devoid of his touch while he pulled his pants back up. He watched her struggle against the chains with a smile that could have frozen a lake solid.

"There are limits to human endurance, angel. What you now crave, I cannot give. Not yet. Worry not, I shall return. When I do, I just might unchain you."

His thoughts were already on the next depraved things he could do with her once-celestial flesh. She still held a tinge of the divine, but her corruption was almost total. Or so he thought. The pull of Heaven could be very strong when the Throne had its selfish motives set.

Lucas took his leave of Salome, not even turning back to look at her. From his chamber in the top of the tower, he could see her clearly in his mind's eye, observing how she was reacting to such a shock, the progression of her emotions.

 

[Sasha25]

The smile that Lucas gave her seemed devoid of any warmth that she associated with human. The look instead gave her a sick feeling in her stomach. She was an object to him, not a being, human or angel. That horrible thought couldn't drive away the terrible need she had for the pleasure that he had given her. If Salome had known of withdrawal, she would know that sex was taking place of the Light, and she was very close to being a slave.

As Lucas left the room, Salome sank down, her head against the window sill, crying softly, her hands around her sex, trying to again recreate the sensations of the member that had filled her. Her fingers were covered in seed, and she taste the mixture, trying to force her mind to accept it as a substitute for swallowing Lucas' flesh. It didn't work. Her mind understood in part that she was being used, that ultimately her blood was most important, but her body was betraying her.

She didn't know how to regain any control, and she was becoming frantic, scared, wild. She pulled at her hair and her feathers, as much as she could reach. She felt hollow, as if no salvation would come.

 

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It was a long wait for Lucas to return. He had many interruptions in his studies, many unexpected visitors, claiming to have seen flashes of light from his tower, pondering the supernatural explanations. They demanded answers and received only half-truths and whole lies. Days passed without so much as a whispered word to the shackled angel down in her cell.

Once he had dispensed of all the nosy intruders, he made his way back to Salome's chamber. He was dressed simply, none of the more decadent dressings he wore to impress and instill reverence and fear. He appeared just a man, though the power within him still burned on the air like a molten aura.

She seemed to be sleeping as he entered, head bowed and body drawn up into an almost fetal position.

"Awaken, angel. The giver of your pleasure has returned. You haven't forgotten my gifts to you, I trust?"

His voice was honeyed hemlock, barely veiled in his attempt to seem sweet and sincere. The malevolence in his thoughts was impossible to keep from seeping into his words. Visions of dastardly things danced before his eyes as he devoured the sight of Salome's naked flesh.

"Rise for me, angel, so that I may taste of you again, and give you the tasting you so crave."

 

[Sasha25]

Time became something that ebbed and flowed strangely for Salome. She would be awake and alert, thinking about the return of Lucas, the possibilities of pleasure and she would wait, tense, needy, standing. Other times she would be laying in a ball, still praying, thinking about the Throne, the need for the Light, frustration at not being saved. The sun would rise and fall, and Salome paid it no mind.

It was during one of her down periods that Lucas returned, speaking quietly, like a human lover, but naive as she was, Salome knew there was not love or caring in it. He was a sinister man, but the knowledge didn't make her turn away, or try to escape. He held her in his sway, almost completely now, and she was starting to be aware of it.

He saw his mind working through his dark eyes. Hideous intelligence showed through and she shivered. It wasn't as much in fear, as curiosity. She wanted to know his ideas, to see what he wanted, to feel what he needed. At his work, she rose, naked always, slightly dirty as her Heavenly powers of health, wellness, and caring were eroding.

She unknowingly licked her lips, eager to experience that feeling again, to let him taste and to taste him. She had, over the last days, forgotten that her blood was still the reason for her imprisonment.

 

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The hunger in her eyes was almost palpable. She stared at him like he was her last meal, and in some ways that might have been true. Lucas came forward, arms open wide, beckoning Salome into an embrace. It was as though he was a Venus flytrap while she was the unwitting prey.

Beneath his shirt, Lucas concealed his silver dagger. As always, he liked to keep the threat of her demise on the periphery of her thoughts. Once she'd come into his arms, he rested them against her shoulder blades, caressing the bases of her wings gently. His touch left only lingering sensations, a bare whisper of her previous experiences. The torture of knowing the full brunt and receiving the least amount would certainly bring the reaction Lucas desired from her.

 

[Sasha25]

The angel almost ran into Lucas' arms, whimpering as his arm enclosed her. The scent of him, the feel of him was like a balm for her despairing soul. She could feel something that wasn't flesh under his shift and she sensed it was a weapon, the threat of her life still in the context of an embrace, but the touch of him was more important.

There were fingers, caressing her skin at first, then along the transition from flesh to feather, and she mewled into his ear, showing her pleasure. She hadn't known that area would be so sensitive. She pressed harder to Lucas, silently begging for more, touching her lips to his ear. A word suddenly was pulled from her lips, right to him.

"Please."

 

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The angel's mewling plea resounded in Lucas' ear. She was begging for it, still. He would definitely oblige. Hands hungry for the feel of her soft skin moved from her shoulders to the small of her back, slipping lower to cup her buttocks, squeezing firmly. In a breathy whisper of his own, he responded to his angelic captive.

"I am going to free your hands now, angel. Do not make me regret it."

Simple words backed with a strength one would not think could be housed in Lucas' mortal frame, they were both threat and promise. He wanted to know if she would follow instinct to guide her newly freed hands, or if she would need shown the way. Either way, he was content to play teacher, especially to one so eager to learn.

His fingers undid the shackles binding her wrists, though the anklets remained. The metal fell with a loud clatter against the stone floor of the cell. Lucas' eyes found the raw, red abrasions of her wrists and for a moment felt a pang of guilt. Only for marring such beauty, not for keeping her chained so roughly.

"Come then, angel, and find that which you beg so sweetly to receive."

One hand rested on her shoulder, urging her to kneel before him.

 

[Sasha25]

Her hands rubbed her chafed and sore wrists, staring for a moment at Lucas, surprised that he would allow her such freedom. She didn't have the strength to fight him, and even if she did, true escape was impossible with her ankles shackled. Her eyes took him in, then moved downwards.

"Come then, angel, and find that which you beg so sweetly to receive."

She did sink to her knees, slowly, so that her knees didn't bang on the stone, then fumbled with the opening of his trousers, whimpering quietly again, the need to please and to feel warmth and flesh at the front of her mind and desire. She managed to release his member, and took it in her hands, exploring the soft flesh, feeling it harder in her fingers. She didn't look up at him, fearing the devious gaze, wanting only to feel the heat of him.

With a hand on his hip, she guided his manhood to her lips and took the head inside, bathing it with her tongue, moaning.

 

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Without any guidance, Salome brought the crown of his stiffening length into her mouth. The delicious warmth and wetness washed over him, a low growl emitting from him. Instinctively his hand sought her hair, twining in it and cinching a tight hold. His pulse beat hard into his shaft, engorging it fully, making it throb against her lips as they wrapped around him. He felt a moment of peace, a moment where he would be content to allow her this simple exploration once more. That moment shattered as the depths of his twisted thoughts came to the surface.

Without warning, he forced more of his length into her mouth. He felt the spongy tissue of his head meeting the contracting muscles of her throat and still he pressed further. The grip he had on her tresses increased, not allowing her to pull back. Retreat was not going to be accepted. He felt the squeeze of her throat as it fought to regurgitate the invading force and that only brought more growls of pleasure from him. Finally, Lucas pulled back to let the fallen angel choke down a few breaths. His smile was wide and maleficent.

"This will go easier for you, if you relax. Once I feel you've done well enough, I may move on to other things more enjoyable for you."

 

[Sasha25]

The gentle exploration that she wished, akin to the warmth of the Light was suddenly forced away as the grip on her hair tightened and the thick flesh was thrust deeply into her mouth, to the base of his manhood. Salome started to choke, to force the invading member out but Lucas wasn't allowing her respite. Her eyes wide, were bulging and she felt herself wretch, liquid seeping out of her lips around the shaft.

At the moment when she didn't think she could endure any more, he release her and her head bent, coughing, spitting onto the stone floor. She gasped and gulped air, trying to steady herself. Relax? How could she relax at such an invasion? She could barely breathe! She didn't know how to relax, other than to try and make the time pass as quickly as possible. With Lucas' finger in her hair, wrapped and holding, she couldn't back away. She looked up at him and give a weak nod, hoping he wouldn't be so rough again. Her lips parted as if waiting to accept him.

 

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She opened her mouth obediently, ready to accept his manhood once more. This invasion was slower, more deliberate. Inching his way into her mouth, prodding against the boundary of it, Lucas rocked his hips forward, feeling the same convulsing as Salome's throat fought to keep control. Once more, the gagging and gurgling came, and Lucas reveled in it before pulling back. He loosed her hair, hand moving down to rest on her shoulder.

"Lay back, angel. You've earned a reward."

His broad hand urged her backward into a reclining position. The planes and curves of her body were exquisite from this angle, her wings fanned out behind her, mottled feathers still clinging desperately to the purity they once knew. The touch of Lucas' lips brushed against the swell of her breasts, tongue lashing out to flick the buds of her nipples. As his cock had inched into her mouth, so too his mouth inched down her body, leaving crackling trails of his arcane essence across her stomach. His hands spread her thighs wider, walking paths upward slowly.

 

[Sasha25]

As she reclined, her wings kept her from being completely prone, the feathered limbs spreading out from her body, like a painting, as she whimpering and moaned, lifting her arms up over her head, in supplication to the pleasure that Lucas was giving.

"Please," she whispered, over and over, craving more lips, more tongue, more of him. The energy within his body, not that maleness, but that magic seemed to draw out her desire and need, making her nipples ache and her sex tingle. That strange essence didn't just stay without, it went into her core, like a wicked heat in her stomach, itself pleasurable, the opposite of the Light within her.

Her legs opened, half guided, hall wiling, needing to accept him. Her finger dug into her palms as she cried out in need.

 

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Strong fingers continued their ascent, meeting at the apex of her thighs, spreading her nether lips to reveal her clit and the glistening insides of her labia. His tongue darted out, flicking the protruding nub before delving into the slick deliciousness that was her tunnel. Feral moans of enjoyment rumbled against her skin, his lips and tongue and teeth ravenously devouring every last drop of her moisture.

He bathed her sex in his ministrations for quite some time. He lost track of how many writhing, mewling orgasms Salome had. He was doing this for his own pleasure, for the pure flavor of her cunt. When he'd had his fill he rose, taking her hands and pulling her to her feet. He knelt and undid the shackles holding her ankles. She was no longer a prisoner, she was his plaything. The iron bands were unnecessary now.

A sudden twist of his hands turned her away from him. She could see clearly out the window of the cell, the dark forest soaked in moonlight from the steadily dropping lunar orb. Daybreak was coming.

Without warning, Lucas seized Salome by the hips, bending her at the waist. His member throbbed, thrusting against her sex, sliding along her slippery slit, not quite penetrating her. On his second motion, the angle was correct, and she was impaled upon his length. He felt the limits of her womb blocking further entry into her innards. Again and again he thudded against her, fingers sinking deeper into her flesh. The energies that had merely crackled before now danced along his fingertips and struck out into Salome's sides.

"This is what it is to be taken, angel. Look out upon the forest. It may well be the last thing you see."

 

[Sasha25]

The ankle shackles her gone, but all Salome could think of was the feeling of the tongue that had just been at her sex. It tasted, it probed, it roved over her flesh like a snake, like the Sin she had not known before, and she loved every moment. It was as though she was meant for this pleasure. She had shocks of pleasure, like small orgasm, but her being was still holding out for more, for Lucas' real flesh.

She gazed at him as he helped her up, but suddenly it was the forest she saw, dark and grim, soft, cool wind blowing through the window. She steadied herself by gripping the windowsill. The flesh came to her, rubbing her outer lips at first, teasing, then on the second thrust he entered and the sweet full filling returned to her, making her scream. Crows in the trees took flight, yelling angrily back.

If it was the last thing she saw, it didn't much matter. The feeling of him inside was so much more than vision. She moved her hips back with each of his thrusts. He gripped her, hard, rough, but it only intensified the feeling of her sex gripping him, trying to keep him in. Her wings fluttered, rubbing against him, also showing her pleasure.

Finally, her release came, strong, loud, full of ecstasy and despair, bound to the man that would probably take her life. Her juiced flooded, down his member, demanding his release in turn.

 

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The intensity of Lucas' thrusts managed to increase in savagery until he could almost feel his nails break the sensitive skin of Salome's hips. The fluttering of her mottled wings against him simply drove him on. The call of crows and other night-time animals played backdrop to the fevered pounding he gave the angel.

As her walls gripped and grasped his length, the peak of his arousal crested. In waves, his semen gushed into her quaking depths, painting her insides before dribbling out around him. He continued to thrust even as he was spent, the extra sensitivity sending judders of pleasure down his spine. Finally, he came to rest, slowly softening member slipping from her cunt. The only sound in the room now was their combined heavy breathing. His eyes roved her back, following the line of her spine. Her wings seemed to have become almost midnight black. He wondered idly what she felt in those moments...