*He’d been stalking her for weeks, learning why she was roaming the Earth instead of home in the Heavenly City. Her russet hair was ragged out of its normal ponytail with the effort of trying to fight him off. He’d managed to corner her in an alleyway, grungy and dingy, stale with the scent of his kind mixed with human filth. Her previously ivory dress was now caked in dirt from the brick wall he’d slammed her against to gain the element of surprise, The taste of her energy had nearly overtaken him in desperate need to claim, to own, to break. Lilac and innocence filled the air as she’d fought for her freedom, but it was already too late.*
Pulling out chains of silver and angel blood, he managed to claim her wrists before she realized she’d lost. Glaring at him with steel-grey eyes, they shone with defiance and disgust. Spitting at his face, she snarled.
“You vile creature, release me at once and return to the slums of Hell where you belong!”” She demanded, anger lacing her words like poison daggers. He smirked in her face, at the slightly iridescent skin that he wanted to lick and turn different colors.
“Sorry, luv, all’s fair in love and war.”
*And with that, the pommel of his dagger connected with her head, wings going limp and weight dropping into his arms.*
*X~X*
She woke up in a dark room, chained to a pipe. Her wrists were sore, wrapped in leather cuffs inscribed with runes. Looking closer, she could see that she had no hope of freeing herself from them, as runes of angelic possession and capture were burnt into the leather. Her wings hung behind her, tips dragging on the dirty cement floor, the first trace of corruption a visible reminder. Wiggling in the restraints, she anxiously realized her clothes were gone, scraps laying on a nearby chair. A fan was situated nearby for air , making her feathers gently ruffle in the breeze. A shiver crept down her spine as she tried to think of an escape plan. A few minutes later, the door opened and he walked in.
Black shredded jeans framed his legs down to the black boots that lightly stepped in tune with the melody he was humming to himself. Tattoos covered his forearms, runes inked up to his shoulders and onto his chest. A lack of shirt showed defined, crisp pecs and abs that threatened a good time. Her eyes finally met his face, analyzed the man who’d kidnapped her off the street.
Icy-blue eyes cut right through her, framed by black hair that was elegantly pulled back from his face. Not human then, she noted with hesitation as she noticed the black horns that stuck about 2 inches out of his forehead. A harsh jawline led into full lips, curved in a relaxed smile.
“Good morning, Angel, how are we feeling?” He asked as he walked closer to the table near where she hung, dumping a few bags onto the surface. Slowly pulling things out, he turned his head back. “When one asks a question, one gets an answer, sunshine.”
She shook her head. Not giving him the satisfaction, she thought to herself. He waited another minute, shrugged, and continued organizing…. whatever it was.
“I feel it only proper, darling, that I inform you that by the rules of the Celestial War, you are now mine to do with as I please. You don’t eat, drink, sleep, without my permission, so you might as well accept that this is your life and make the best of it now, or things will get very uncomfortable for you.”
*X~X*
Xero finished pulling toys out of the bag. An assortment of pleasurable assistants, sensory tools, plugs, vibrators, and pain inflicting instruments lay before him. He’d spent so much time learning about this angel, it felt like fate to have her within his grasp. He sighed. All of his hard work hadn’t been for nothing.
He turned to look at her. A beauty to be sure. 8 foot long wings that hung limply thanks to the chains he used, white downy feathers on the floor. Long russet hair that framed a small round face with plump lips and doe eyes that watched his every move. His eyes raked down her body, taking in the B-cups, nipples tight and on display thanks to the fan blowing cold air directly through her feathers, the wide hips, the round taut ass that beckoned all of his demonic temptation energy straight to it. Hell itself, he couldn’t wait to tear her apart into his dirty little pet. He’d craved a taste of angel since the War divided them all, and had spent centuries waiting for one to walk the human plane.
Stepping towards her, he brushed a lock of hair away from her eyes before gathering it in his hands, wrapping it in a ponytail at the nape of her neck. She shuddered at his touch, bringing a smile to his face. So pure….so sweet….so….corruptible. Running his fingers through the hair in her ponytail, he followed the curve of her shoulder blades until his fingers met the soft texture of her feathers. At his touch, her wings flared, but he sidestepped out of the way and tightened his grip on the warm membrane and the sweet squeal that emerged from her lips in shock as she twisted in her chains, fighting the touch. Laughing, he taunted her.
“What’s wrong, angel? Sensitive?” A low snarl was his answer as metal jingled in vain. Smiling to himself, he reached for his first tool. A metal spreader bar clanked as he kneeled at her feet to secure the cuffs to her feet. She struggled, tried to kick but all that did was make him laugh at her fight, while he knew she had no chance of escape. Cuffs locked around first one foot, then he spread it to the full width, securing her other foot. Standing back to admire the sight, licking his lips. He could taste her fear in the air as she slowly realized he was serious; he had no intention of setting her free. Her eyes met his, and she attempted to show some defiance but the fear was there…right below the surface…swimming behind her irises and in her aura as her wings quivered, betraying her body.
Back to the table, he lightly fingers his tools before settling on a pretty little gag. A black bone, soft for her pretty mouth. He picks it up, caresses her cheek. Leaning in, he whispers for her to open her mouth. As predicted, she clamps her jaw closed instead, shaking her head. A swift touch to her wings causes her to gasp and he forces the gag in, snapping the clasp before she even recovers. What a pretty sight, his bound, spread angel now with a pretty gag in her mouth, anger flashing behind her eyes in absence of the ability to talk. Now that she’s secured, he starts to work.
His hands roam everywhere…tracing the curves in her body, fingers cupping her breasts before cruelly twisting her nipples, just to hear that sweet melodic whimper she gives him. Like a treat, he thinks. His hands trace circles lower and lower, before he finally makes it to her core. Crouching down, he digs his fingers in her thighs before leaning in to get a taste. With a moan, he slowly licks her slit, tasting the wetness that betrays her mind. Lilac and honey, he thinks. Floral, somehow, but intoxicating in the thought that he’s the first to be there, the first to taste, the first to touch, the first to own.
*Her twitches and mewls are in vein, her whispers of begging him not to touch filling his ears like music. He smiles. The first hint of pleading makes his cock hard, but he reminds himself he want’s to take his time, Cherish the experience. So he backed up, heading back to his table of goodies. Smiling, he takes the blindfold, sliding it over her eyes, those grey eyes watering with the hope for freedom. Soothing her, he caresses her jaw to her neck, soft pets that calm and cause goosebumps in their wake, tiny mountains on her flesh to be explored. Clipping a harness in place, he presses a button on the remote in his hand. Two vibrators start to rumble, strategically placed at her slit and her virgin rosebud.*
*Smiling, he grips her throat, her body already shaking under his grip, and whispers that he shall see her in the morning and to not make too much of a mess. Her panicked muffled cry makes him smile as he simply retreats to his favorite chair, lights a cigarette, and watches the show.*
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