7 comments/ 69997 views/ 40 favorites Angel By: zephrbabe It was dark here. Too dark, really. So, she clapped her hands and a rosy pink flashlight appeared in them. She flicked the switch and the light came on, showing the tiny dirt footpath she’d nearly missed in the dark. This was why she hated coming to Hell. All those rumors about Hell being a mass of burning souls were bunk. At least in this area. Satan was really doing a great job with this place, though. He had tempted sixty-eight angels into becoming demons. Judging by the postcards they sent her, they were having a blast. She was the only female angel in all of Heaven and proud of it. She was created right before Adam and Eve to staunch the Almighty’s almighty lust. It had turned out He was more of a voyeur type and so she’d fucked scores of male angels in front of him. Then He created Adam and Eve, so she’d had a respite until the First Ones had died (Eve unfortunately becoming the first soul in Hell), and then she’d been called upon to relieve Adam. Then had come Mary, the first human to successfully bear God’s son. Mary was the woman God continued to screw in Heaven, so she was free of that duty. But now she was stuck with a new, worse job. She had been appointed sixty-ninth messenger to Hell. It was pretty boring, actually. She’d already made numerous un-tempted trips down here, not even meeting her prior 68. On Earth, it was around 2010, and souls were entering Hell by the busload. Heaven had had the same continuous tickle since Jesus died. Kind of like Graceland. She’d followed the path through the first seven rings, and was now on the protected thoroughfare to Satan’s palace. It was naturally lined with heads whining things like, “I didn’t mean it!” or “My psychic said it was okay!” or “But it was insured!” Good intentions. Yecch. In no time at all, it seemed, she’d reached the Gates where Cerberus- the three-headed spaniel of the Underworld- growled menacingly, one of his tongues lolling out of one of his mouths. She tossed him a bit of honeyed bread, and sauntered through the Gates, unharmed. The hand that connected with her Egyptian-cotton-clad bottom disintegrated just as she felt the pleasurable sting of it. She turned, expecting to find a red-skinned imp nursing a charred hand. Instead, she was looking up into the leering green eyes of Satan himself. Lucifer had been a wan-looking timid fellow when he fell. Now, after millennia of toil, he was massive, tanned and altogether too forward. He held up the stump that had been his hand and it regenerated instantly. He grinned, his pointed teeth glistening like pearls in his tanned face. “Welcome back to Hell, Lilith,” he said, his silky voice cascading over her in waves. He flexed his fingers. “Your protection enchantment is much stronger than it was last time.” “I’m creating resistance,” she said haughtily. “Only beings I allow to touch me can.” Satan grinned maliciously. It had been three centuries since he’d tempted an angel, the Lord’s only female angel would make an excellent demoness; especially with her flame-red hair, black eyes, and infinite sexual experience. “What an interesting… challenge.” Lilith tossed her long ponytail over her shoulder, handing Satan God’s missive. He tore it to shreds and let the pieces fall to the ground, where they promptly sent off rainbow sparks and disintegrated. “You didn’t even read it, Lucifer,” Lilith pouted. This was just what she needed. The Almighty wouldn’t like this; he’d been planning that Barbecue ever since Guy Fawkes was burned. Satan smiled, the electricity between them sending off small bolts of lightning. “I can’t attend. I’ll be… busy.” He looked her over, taking in the Egyptian cotton halter sheath dress that clung deliciously to every one of her delectable curves; his glance roamed from the golden halo floating innocently above her head to the flat, Roman-style sandals gracing her feet and stopping insultingly at the low V of her décolletage and the high slit that showed her legs were just as silky and toned as the rest of her. “You know, Lilith, I never got to fuck you when I was in Heaven. Michael told me all about it, though. That’s what really made me decide to leave Heaven. That He wouldn’t let me have you.” “He was just protecting you, Lucifer. You were His favorite.” “Favorite my ass!” Lucifer’s eyes glowed as he worked himself up. But then he remembered who was in front of him, and quieted down. He motioned for her to step inside his palace. She’d never been past the entrance hall, which was quite impressive: black marble floors (warm to the touch), intricately frescoed walls (poor Michelangelo- some rough business with the Pope) depicting all sorts of horrid punishments of sinners (as if one couldn’t venture out into the Rings to see that) and sheer silk-like drapes- red, of course, and made of the heartstrings of loyal witches (to honor them). As they entered, a scantily clad woman appeared out of thin air. She was short and somewhat rotund, but the black dress she wore showed it was a Boticcellian plump. She had skin the color of chocolate and a curly mass of hair held out of her face by a gold band. Her eyes, strangely, were so light a blue as to be almost colorless. What belied her human form were the massive, black, dragon-like wings sprouted from her back. “Ah, Eve,” Satan said, nodding to his Honored One (she was, after all, the first soul in Hades). “Would you kindly fetch us some drinks?” Eve nodded, beckoning an imp to her with a curved red nail. A cherry leather sofa materialized below the Devil as he sat. When Lilith sat on thin air as he motioned she should, a high-backed chair appeared and she sat, and then leapt up again, her flapping wings bearing her up a few feet. Satan was laughing uproariously, tears of mirth brimming in his eyes. She glared at the chair, seeing the black dildo protruding from it. She was forced to sit on the sofa with the Devil. Eve reappeared, bearing a tray of red, viscous drinks. She handed them each one, then flipped up her skirt and sat on the dildo chair, sighing quietly. “So,” Lilith interrupted Satan’s lusty gaze at Eve’s writhing hips, “What are these things?” Satan returned his attention to her, smiling. “Hell’s version of a Bloody Mary. The best Russian Vodka, a splash of Evil Kinevil’s Die, Piggy, Die Die! Hot Sauce and virgin’s blood. They’re quite good. And quite potent.” He took a sip of his drink and immediately began smoking at the ears. “I’ll pass,” she said quaintly, setting her glass in midair. She’d always loved those little tricks. “About the Barbecue…” “You won’t convince me to go… Unless…” “Unless what?” She leaned towards him, batting her long eyelashes. It was on the tip of her tongue to say she’d do anything. “You’d agree to become a demoness. And chaperone me to the Big Barbecue in the Sky.” The glass of Bloody Mary she was suspending fell to the floor and shattered, the resulting flames burning a good-sized hole in her dress. “God damn it!” she exclaimed. The force of her words hit her and she let out a giggle, which turned into a chuckle, which had her roaring with laughter until her halo went askew. She noticed this and immediately sobered. Eve had raised, her silent presence unnerving for Lilith, who was used to very doting (and vocal) souls. Eve left the hall through a painting of punishments for gluttons, Lilith followed, understanding she was meant to so she could change her dress. She came up short, however. The wall was solid. “Open it,” she said flatly, turning to Satan. “What?” he said, his innocent look mocking her. “The portal.” “It is open.” “No, it’s not- aah!” She’d leaned against the wall to demonstrate her point, and fallen right through. Eve was waiting for her in a lushly appointed bathing room. The walls were a mosaic of jungle animals, many now extinct. The room was lit with imported sunlight- the ceiling even had mosaic clouds. A small waterfall brought fresh water from the Mortal world to form a large sunken pool, complete with coy, lilies and mossy stones. This was obviously Eve’s sanctuary where she had been rumored to bear several demonic children. An enormous day bed took up one side of the room. It was done in shades of teal, blue and green, and was flanked by two immobile, blind imps. Eve smiled graciously at Lilith and clapped her hands. A massive wardrobe appeared; she flung open the doors and rummaged in it, finally finding the only article of white she possessed: it was a scrap of velvet that she flung away in disgust. She rummaged some more and found a small dress of green velvet. She handed it to Lilith and disappeared. Lilith shimmied out of her burnt dress, tossing it to one of the blind imps and stretched the dress over her head. As she wrestled it over her hips, she noted that’s as far as it went. She clapped, and a sheer veil appeared to cover her legs to the ankles. Eve reappeared with a young girl clinging to her skirt. “Your child?” Lilith asked politely. The girl was a dark-eyed replica of her mother, except she was outfitted in a sunny yellow pinafore. “I am a mortal,” the child lisped. Her voice held a maturity her obvious young years should not have had. “I am called Hägar. I am born of Eve and Lucifer.” She curtsied prettily and stared up at the angel. “You are the Female Angel. Welcome.” Lilith looked skeptical and opened her mouth, but Eve ushered her through the portal back into the hall, Hägar staying in her mother’s bathing suite. Lilith was abandoned with the Devil, who was playing air guitar with a tiny, bent man dressed in a neck ruff and oversize pantaloons. The screechy music emanating from thin air sounded like a teenager imitating Led Zeppelin on a broken Stratocaster. She sat on the couch, tucking her feet under her and absent-mindedly sipped a Bloody Mary. Her halo dimmed and a spot appeared. Satan turned to her, his green eyes catching on her impressive cleavage. “That’s one of Eve’s dresses isn’t it?” “Yes, I wanted to ask-“ “You are a ravishing beauty!” the little man cried, genuflecting at her feet. “Your hair is like the sunrise, / soulless black are your wide eyes. / By your wings I can surmise/ where your beauty truly lies…/ betwixt your thighs!” Lilith drew her feet away from the man, whose crazed eyes glistened with a mischievous light, and who grinned up at her, his enormous ruffled collar bobbing with his quick breathing. “Pay no mind to William,” Satan said, sitting beside her. “He only speaks the truth.” She glanced sharply at him over her glass. “When he’s here, anyway. It’s part of his eternal punishment.” Her halo dimmed another Watt as she blushed at what she hoped was praise. “I wanted to ask-“ she began, but he held up a hand until the Bard wandered out aimlessly. “-About your daughter, Hägar. She’s mortal.” “And…?” “How is that possible? I mean…” “Eve is no longer a soul. She’s a demoness. She can bear children, now. Hägar is our only daughter. We decided she’d be better off without wings.” He handed her a Bloody Mary, she slurped it down, steam pouring from her mouth. Satan put his arm around her shoulders, ignoring the smoke being let off by his burning skin (it wasn’t as if Hell had no fires). She was letting down her guard. He passed her another drink, the lights dimming so he could monitor her halo. Over the next hour, he plied her with Bloody Marys and baklava (her favorite food since sliced bread). “I love Eve’s style,” she said shakily, stroking the green velvet covering her ribcage. “I wish I had dresses like this in Heaven.” The halo had numerous tarnishes, but the first piece crumbled away when she said that. Ah, Satan thought, Envy. “This stuff is so good!” she said, stuffing in another piece of baklava. “Who made it?” “Emeril. He arrived last week. Angry kitchen helpers, you know. BAM!” “Well, I could eat this stuff forever!” Another bit of halo crumbled away. Satan didn’t bother hiding his calculating grin: Gluttony. “I hear you’re His favorite,” Satan said. She glanced up from her fifteenth drink (angels can take a lot more strain than humans; their blood alcohol minimum is 0.22). “I was. It’s Gabriel, at the moment. It should still be me, of course, because I was the one subjugated by all His kinky ideas.” Satan’s grin broadened. He loved when angels got mad at God. It was the prelude to a great fall from grace. And, he noted as another piece of halo fell away, that was Pride. Only four sins to go. “What kind of kinky ideas?” he asked innocently. His pupils were dilating and pheromones were being subtly released into the air. His black silk shirt was unbuttoning until just the right amount of bronze skin showed. “Oh, all sorts. Anal, double penetration, fellatio, &c. Actually, it was quite fun. Multiple orgasms, you know.” She had a glazed look, as if she could vividly remember every single climax (she could). Lust. It was rather arbitrary in Satan’s mind until the few bits of halo fell on the sofa, disintegrating in Hell’s enchantment. The Devil edged closer to her on the sofa. Her protective ring was halfway gone and he could safely touch her without bursting into a ball of flames (which really had no effect on him, but it was a damn inconvenience and singed off his eyebrows). He also noticed a large amount of snowy-white feathers were smoldering in a heap behind the sofa. She was well on her way down the Path of No Return. “I feel like a few now,” she said nonchalantly. Immediately, the heartstring curtains fluttered around them and became opaque red walls in a medium-sized room with the sofa, her and Satan, who looked like a cat with cream. A table appeared, then lifted in the middle, folded into a chair, then finally molded itself into a black leather gynecologist’s examining table (at least that’s what it most resembled, with the bed part folded at a 45 degree angle). She knew exactly what was meant by this and sat down at the fold, resting her legs in the leather stirrups, her skirt sliding down between her legs, hiding everything interesting. Satan growled at her blatant sexuality and her obvious modesty. Her lust, however, was stronger than her modesty (after all, she was created as a sex toy) and her outfit promptly faded. Lack of garments showed Lucifer what he’d never been allowed to see before: soft, pale flesh that glowed faintly pink, red hair (natural, naturally) that curled slightly at the apex of her plush thighs (for they were, God not being one to heed the fashionable “skin-and-bones” look; after all, it was all about well-rounded women for most of history, until some idiot invented corsets [he’s definitely in Hell]), slender ankles, wrists, neck, no belly-button, deep-colored nipples that topped generous breasts, and- what really set him off- a crumbling halo and molting wings. He approached her, smelling the angel’s arousal. It reminded him of clouds and sticky buns. Satan unzipped his designer black pants (Versace), and pulled out his hard, throbbing- “How impersonal,” she pouted, stroking her perfect breasts. He smiled indulgently and dissolved his clothes. He stood before her, buck naked, his long erection protruding in front of him at a right angle. Just the right angle. He was a bronze- erm- demon. His entire body was well muscled and chiseled in a way no human could be. His black hair hung in loose waves to his shoulders, accentuating his fires-of-Hell tan. His green eyes had deepened to emerald and glowed considerably. She knew what it was like to be looked at by the Lord, Angels and Souls alike; but having the Prince of Darkness gazing at her with lust older than, well, Adam and Eve, was a new experience. Eve, who was somewhere in the palace right now. Oh, well, like the Rolling Stones said, You Can’t Always Get What You Want. Hmm, she thought, The Big Chill was a good movie. I wonder if William Holt is here. “Focus,” he commanded quietly as he bent over her supine form, running his hands up her calves. Her train of thought- that was leading to a Six Degrees of Separation mind set- was abruptly brought down to Ear- Hell. He was leaning over her, his breath hot on her neck when his lips met with the fluttering pulse at her throat. “Lucifer.” His name bubbled from her throat like a breeze in the Garden. Her power was suddenly and abruptly manifested in a change of scenery: everything transformed into white onyx and golden pillows, while she and Satan remained suspended in the air, then a completely white bed emerged from the floor and supported them. He was about to pull away to see what kind of havoc she’d wreaked, but Lilith hooked one leg around his and pulled him down on top of her. She arced into him, reveling in the rock of his hips against hers. He trailed his mouth over her jaw, down her neck, sending licks of sensual flame every place his lips touched. They were so close, but not close enough for her. “Please.” She’d meant it as a command, but it came out a husky whisper. He complied anyway; his head dipped to her dusky nipple, tugging on it with his lips, eliciting gasps from the angel. She gripped his head, pulling his mouth up to hers. Their lips met in a rough press, then a most sensitizing brush of lips, like their experience was made moot by the urgency of the kiss. Lilith stared into his glowing eyes, knowing her own shone a bright fuscia, and opened her mouth to allow his unholy passage. Lucifer’s iron control gave out as her tongue flitted inside his mouth. With a deep thrust of his pelvis, he was inside her; their bodies melding, heat that rivaled the hottest Pits radiated from them both. It was nothing like she’d ever experienced. Flames of desire shot along her nerves- literally. Her fingers clenched and unclenched in the sheets, scorching them lightly with released power. Satan set a quick pace; if the bed hadn’t been mystical, the springs would’ve been squeaking like there was no tomorrow (and, in fact, for that bed, there wasn’t). His powerful thrusts quickly sent her over the edge. She was soaring, her nails digging into his back, her legs clamped around his waist, as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss swept her into oblivion. Lucifer had orgasmed as well. It had not been as impressive as Lilith’s, however. It was as if her body was trying to draw the cum right out of him. He let it. He spewed into her, the room around them roiling and shifting with magic, the surging colors of the walls showing nightmarish shapes as imps, attracted to Lilith’s power, tried to enter through the protected walls. The glow of his eyes shined through his tightly clenched lids. A pillow on the bed combusted. *** Lilith was laying on a cloud that was heavenly soft. A gentle glow shone through her lids. It smelled of sex and charred feathers. Her eyes popped open, her hand feeling around on the bed as she adjusted to the glare of white onyx. She couldn’t believe anything could be so effulgent. As she sat up, nursing her ringing head, she noticed the scorch marks on the bed and floor- like there’d been an explosion (and, in a metaphorical sense, there had been); the sad remains of the pillows could now be described as “charcoal briquettes.” She rolled off the bed, her natural grace completely wiped out, and she landed heavily on the floor. She hefted herself up, using the bed as leverage; then fell again, when part of the still-smoldering mattress crumbled in her hand. She sat up again, rubbing her sore bottom, and hoisting herself up off the marble by a bit of intact mattress. She stood unsteadily, her pale skin covered in a light dusting of ash, her russet hair swishing heavily around her shoulders. She needed to sit down. Lilith wandered over to the lone chair, as pieces of the bed gave in to gravity. She sat down heavily, expelling a sigh of relief. Angel A creak warned her, but too late; the chair collapsed under her, spilling her onto the ground, bottom-first. Lilith let out a scream of rage. Didn’t anything work here? She knew what needed to be done: summon herself another chair. It was a simple spell, just wanting it, and it was there. But nothing happened. She concentrated harder, sending out her mind to try and find one to summon. But she was halted at the walls of the chamber. There was some strong magic holding her in. She felt the walls surge as she stopped trying, and lifted herself from the floor. She beat her wings to help hoist her body up. Nothing happened. It is a well-known fact that a bird with no feathers cannot fly. It’s the same thing with angels. She collapsed onto the floor, her bare, fleshy “wings” moved in a supplicating way. Crawling on hands and knees, she leaned against the bed and picked up one of her longest feathers. It crumbled in her hand. She closed her eyes, feeling the small amount of power she had left pulsating slowly. It was a sobering moment for Lilith: she had never been without her powers; even the most complex spells had been easy for the only female angel in Heaven. She sank even further onto the ground, knowing something horrible was about to befall her: this day had started out wonderfully and had progressed into a horribly atrocious day slowly enough that she hadn’t noticed it until now. But, she reasoned, surely God will wonder what’s taking me so long? It was the surging of the walls that warned her: the influx of power; the light sizzling noise as the fabric of space was brusquely stretched like an elastic band. Lilith knew what it meant: imps. The putrid little buggers were trying to get in. Well, whatever held her in would hold them out, right? Right? This was just not her day. With a rending scream, the heartstring walls gave way to a surge of writhing, biting, scaly bodies. They weren’t as many as they looked, she knew. Maybe a dozen, maybe even a half-dozen, but Lilith knew that with most of her powers gone, she had no chance of fighting them all off. A leering face caught her by the hair, wrenching her around towards him. He jabbered in Tongues, his excitement forcing him to shake with his restrained urges. Another demon latched onto her ankles and stroked his tongue along the bottom of her foot, tasting some kind of heavenly residue. Lilith squirmed when she saw the slimy gray saliva it left behind. More imps swarmed onto her, yanking her extremities away from her body, and bathing her in sulfurous spit. She was whimpering, spread-eagled on the floor, an exceptionally large imp hefting one of her fleshy thighs out of the way, giving him access to her pussy. It had materialized a large, mud-brown erection, slightly above where she knew it should be, and was having several other demons coat it in saliva. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said hoarsely. The large demon glared up at her from under a protruding cranial ridge. It made a motion with its hips, the penis swaying ominously towards Lilith’s opening. She backed up from it as well as she could, her other captors holding fast despite ample lubrication. She knew they’d waited for this for a long time: perhaps the large one was one of her fellow messengers. Her eyes welled up with tears, gleaming a faint pink with her reflected power. The large demon let out a sound like a dying mountain, or a man trying to pass a kidney stone: a laugh. It sent shivers down her spine, and she gathered what little power she had left, preparing for one last mighty blast. As the demon grabbed a hip, drawing back for a swift entry, she let it rip: a flash of white light so strong, it would have made the Hubble telescope explode. That is exactly what happened to several imps in her vicinity. But the blast hadn’t had the power she’d expected: the others were only slightly stunned, temporarily blinded, at the most. She was spent now; there was no hope of fighting them off. As they closed in, Lilith sent a silent plea Heavenward, but she knew no one would hear it. Another large imp (she was sure it was once a Heavenly messenger) positioned itself cautiously between her legs, its phallus much smaller than the first. She clenched her eyes shut against it, waiting for the entry. Waiting… waiting. Nothing happened. Oh great, she thought, they aren’t even going to get it over with. She cracked an eye open, searching for an imp, but there were none to be beheld. Instead, Satan, ever in his black designer outfit, stood surveying the mess of the room: the bed was now completely destroyed- from the sex and the blast-, it lay in a charred mass; the chair was transformed into a coating of black mud- it had mixed with the imps’ disgusting discharge-, and Lilith lay in a frightened and exhausted heap on the floor, her bony wings twitching with her in-drawn breath. “Lilith?” Lucifer crouched by her hunched body, prodding her gently with an immaculate hand. She spun so quickly, he hardly had time to react: the last remnant of her power had centered cruelly in her eyes, and they burned red with a menace he did not recognize. Her voice, as she spoke, ground out of her mouth without passing her vocal cords: “Do not touch me.” The angel lifted herself from the floor, her arms straining with the weight of her wing structure. Satan rose with her; his surprise had left him with few thoughts. “Lilith…” “You abandoned me,” came the grinding voice. “You left me to fend for myself in a world where I have no power of my own!” Her ember eyes flared and her voice rising to a rumbling shout. It was then that her body- in the human sense- took over, preserving itself at all cost. The angel raised her hands, knowing somewhere inside, that there was no more angelic power to draw from; there was no way she could fight the Prince of Darkness. And so, her body sucked the power it craved from the very Universe around her. Her fists came down on his chest, releasing a flash of hot light. Her rage was welling up inside, and spilling over. It was more than Satan could bear; he could feel her drawing the energy out of his realm. Could this possibly be a ploy of God’s to bring about his downfall? Had the Almighty sent this angelic temptress to destroy his Burning Elysium? But, no, Lilith did not have the capacity to lie so thoroughly; despite her self-delusions of being the greatest angel, she had hardly any of the free-will humanity so cherished. Lilith brought her fist around in a glowing arc, catching the Devil squarely on the chin. She exuded burning power, her eyes blazed with Satan’s power. “Lilith…” Satan’s voice held a warning she ignored. She leapt into the air, bringing her knee down where his ribcage would’ve been if he hadn’t rolled away. The stone floor cracked under her momentum. She glared up at him from under her tumble of tangled bronze hair; a canine growl was released from her throat. A chunk of what was left of her halo fell away, out of her vision. Lilith felt her power swell, but through the red haze of her rage, didn’t care why. Rage. Satan gripped her tiny wrist in a bruising clench before she finished the punishing swing. He caught her up against his chest, staring down into her flaming eyes, the fuscia blaze rimmed with her original black. “It will consume you, Lilith, and you know it.” Her eyes dimmed almost imperceptibly. It was all the acknowledgment he needed. He ran his fingers into her hair, tugging at the snags. “You are still an angel.” “Of course I am an Angel,” she ground out. She tried to pull her wrist out of his grasp, but he held firm, daring her to try to hit him again. “But your halo is almost gone, and you have lost your powers.” She glared up at him, the red in her eyes fading to a washed-out pink; he could still see sparks of anger under the surface. “Then why can I do this…?” She closed her eyes and her shape shifted in his grasp like oiled silk. In an instant, she looked like an old crone, the next, beautiful Rebecca, coming to rest in her original shape. The Devil sucked in his breath: few of the other angels had been able to shape-shift so easily, and none using Satan’s power so effortlessly. “Because-” “Because I’m absorbing the power out of Hell, and using it for myself?” She looked at him in innocent surprise, as if the words that had come out of her mouth had not even passed through her mind, but had moved through him into her. “Why is it, exactly,” she said in her normal voice, “that my halo is disintegrating?” He swallowed convulsively. “Because you have sinned. A lot.” “I’ve sinned before,” she pouted. “But I regenerated every time.” “Not this time. You’re in Hell now, there is no God to give you back what you use up.” Lilith scowled at him, stretching what was left of her wings, reveling in her newfound power. Satan looked harder at her, finally noticing the changes that had come over her: her skin was sallow instead of her usual rosy glow; her shining power-laden eyes were constantly a black-rimmed red; her halo was definitely blackened, and about two-sevenths was left. She stepped closer to him, her extended nipples brushing against his chest. Her smile was feral, and didn’t reach her eyes, but Lucifer knew the signs: she was turning demon without the benefit of stopping being an angel. He reached out to stroke her breast, leaving a streak of clear skin. Lilith moaned and crushed her body to his, wrapping her arms around his neck. She reached between them and grabbed his hard-on roughly. Satan gritted his teeth as Lilith kneeled in front of him and melted his fly with her powers. His pants fell away, giving her open access to the penis a few inches away from her face. She engulfed him in one swallow, the wet heat of her mouth scalding yet tender. Her lips were already becoming swollen when she leaned back to bite gently on the very tip of his erection. She gripped the base of his hard-on, licking the knot of skin just behind the head. Satan’s hands clenched in the mass of her hair, pressing insistently on her head to take him further. She obliged cheerfully, sucking him into her throat and allowing her body’s gag reaction to swallow convulsively, effectively milking him with her throat. Satan didn’t notice Lilith gripping the backs of his knees until he was flat on his back, her soot-dusted pussy thrust in front of his mouth. He leaned forward, drawing her glistening opening to his mouth. He traced the outline of her labia, sucking gently on her clitoris every time he passed it. Lilith groaned around him, sending erotic tingles up his spine. They quickly fell into a symbiotic rhythm: with every thrust of his tongue, she sucked his whole length into her mouth; whenever she licked the head of his cock, he responded with a light nip to her clit. Finally, out of breath and aching for more than his tongue inside her, Lilith sat up, leaving Satan’s rock-hard cock to arch against his ridged abdomen. She settled onto him, her ample fluids slicking the way. Her sigh hung in the air like a dim flame. Satan hazily noted her burgeoning powers. Her generously proportioned body undulated slowly, her hips turning slow circles; Satan’s hands found her waist, guiding her ever lower, and him ever deeper. The pair arced and writhed together, apparently too absorbed in their copulating to take note that Lilith’s powers were once again changing the scenery around them: it grew dark- the blackness was something they were both used to: it was the dark of Eternity, when nothing had existed but God and the Thought of a new universe; then sputtering sconces lit the blackness they were engulfed in and the Prince of Darkness could feel the sleek, warm marble shift to rough, icy cobbles. He dug his heels into the new ground, using the purchase to thrust more swiftly into the angel. Lilith was incapable of thought, except riding the tides of her pleasure: she was totally unaware that anything had changed, except that the Devil was moving in her more swiftly now. Lilith’s eyes were closed, the red-pink light crackling along her eyelashes; she moved forward and back, her clit bumping every time against Satan’s flat belly. Her pace was faster and faster, and then came a dark rush of pleasure as her body clenched around her lover. She wailed her triumph to the endless black, melding her cry with Lucifer’s pained roar, as the King of Demons once again gave his seed to the purest of Succubae. *** Satan awoke; it was dark, it was cold, but he was on something soft and there was someone curled up against his side. He concentrated the tiniest bit, and the torches he’d barely made note of before guttered to life. He was in his own chamber, or so it seemed: he knew it was his bed, because it had his Diabolus virtus- his demonic power- all over it. This new room was dimly lit, and the plastered vault of the ceiling was decorated with scenes of lewd couplings, taken straight from “The Devil’s Advocate.” The walls, too far away to believe, if it were a real room, were wood-paneled with ebony and Chinese wormwood. There was a luxuriant Persian carpet under the massive bed. He could see that despite the rug’s impressive size, barely got a foot out on each side. He rolled over, wrapping his arm around the warm, female- very female- body cuddled next to him. Satan rubbed his pelvis against her rump, inhaling her scent: clouds and sticky buns. But, no. No, it wasn’t Lilith’s aroma, it was a sharp, husky smell: cloves and mesquite and a touch of orange. This woman was no Angel; this was a powerful demoness. A succubus. “Kali.” She rolled over, her swift hazel eyes sparkling with her golden power. Her smile was feline, as were all her movements. She had been human, he couldn’t remember when, but her evilness had impressed even him (he remembered she was a lawyer), and she had quickly worked her way up in Demon hierarchy (a corporate lawyer). “Satan, my lord,” she said. Her voice was a rolling purr of smoke and honey. She raked her sharp nails down his chest, and was sliding down the sheets invitingly. “Where is the angel?” Satan demanded, leaping out of bed, naked, the torches lovingly casting golden shadows across his body, and illuminating his magical green eyes. The Queen of Succubae rolled her eyes and pouted, her carnelian lips the embodiment of female temptation. “What angel?” He growled, his hand snaking out to fist in her hair. He pulled her bodily towards him, his flaring green eyes casting an eerie glow over her auburn hair. “Where is she?” It was the voice of command- the kind of voice Marines jump to, the voice teenagers expect from an angry parent, the voice that inspires soldiers to suicide missions: the voice, in fact, that makes you wish you were anywhere but there. “She is partaking of the Feast,” Kali said sullenly. She shifted form to one of a sleek panther, the torch light finding the russet in her black coat. Kali had always been partial to lycanthropy: she spent most of her time in panther form (all the better to devour her male victims). Satan leaned even closer to her, his hot breath fanning across her leathery nose. The green glow of his eyes took on a coppery tint, and she decided his breath suddenly smelled like blood. “You let her go to the Feast?” His voice was the calm surface of a lake that holds the waiting jaws of a massive water-going amphibian. “You allowed an angel- a female angel- to go the Feast?” The Feast (short for The Oblation Feast of the Burning Elysium), as is probably obvious, was not a place for any angel to be. It is, in fact, simply a meal. It is also, in fact, a meal of things like still-pumping hearts and poached snakes. It is followed, in fact, by an orgy full of succubae, incubi, and some of the foremost leaders of Hell. They often imported a human- as a sexual sacrifice. Lilith’s angelic presence, however corrupt, would be noticed. Satan sighed inwardly: they were going to tear her apart. Kali slinked onto the floor by the hearth, a growl resonating in her throat at the Prince of Darkness’ abrupt departure. She whispered into the flames, notifying several other demons of what was probably going to happen: the sacrifice this time was to be an angel. *** The Great Hall was filled with the deep rumble of voices: many of the speakers were less than human. The hall was brightly lit with ethereal torches suspended in midair. Roaring bonfires took up each end of the hall. On the East side was a cruel depiction of the casting-out from Eden complete with wrathful angels and coiled snake. On the Western side, the hearth was a deep brown carving of burning souls with a few demons patrolling their anguished psyches. The Feast was already started. People (well, we’ll call them people for now) lined both sides of the table on each side, devouring various sinful delicacies. They reveled in their putrid gluttony, allowing bloody grease to course down their chins, lashing out with a poisoned claw to split open the belly of a steaming animal, lifting whole platters and ingesting them completely- plate and all. Some even, in anticipation of the upcoming orgy, were twining tongues with other creatures; massaging oiled breasts with scaled hands. The human, lounging on the table like a living centerpiece, was naked except for a silvery, jeweled collar and an anklet of silver bells that tinkled whenever he moved. The sapphires around his neck glimmered beautifully; his pale, muscular body was quietly tensed. He was obviously drugged, or had no sense of self-preservation, because he lay there like a gift from God, giving no apparent notice to the disgusting things going on around him. His intelligent blue eyes reflected the torch light, but nothing else. Every once in a while, his eyes would settle momentarily on a particularly pretty succubus, her lascivious eyes devouring his naked form. His exposed penis would elongate ever so slightly, eliciting a sharp grin from her, and a responding vacuous smile from him. Kali arrived in her normal splendor, flanked by a pair of massive demons, their greased muscles flexing like leather stretched over steel. Kali, as the Queen of Succubae, was dutifully resplendent in a few deep red scraps: a “bra” (two triangles of cloth that barely covered her nipples, straining against black leather straps that just managed to hold up the fulsome weight of her breasts, and an array of hanging, glittering rubies that caught the eye and gave the impression she was dripping with blood) and a “skirt” (a bikini bottom with a broad strip of fabric going down her legs that was so low slung on her hips, that if it’d been any lower, it would have fallen off, not that that would be a problem for her; it was also dripping blood rubies, with an almost imperceptible sparkle to the loincloth where the rubies had been sewn on). She wore a pair of blackened gold armbands in the form of snakes that were encrusted with rubies, and had eyes of luminescent emeralds. She had no shoes on, because her feet were in the official clawed, lion’s-foot form. The claws had been gilded and each held a small ruby. She sat at one end of the table, where she shared a broad, high-backed bench with Eve whenever Eve decided to join the Feast. She sat there now, leaning forward to tear a hunk of meat off the corpulent corpse of an endangered bison, catching the eye of the sacrifice, smiling evilly at him. Her kohl-lined eyes narrowed predatorily at the human. All eyes were halfway on her: when the Queen was done eating, then the real feast would begin. Unexpectedly, a hush fell over the room. The few who still spoke were shushed; the sacrificial human languidly turned his head to the Northern doorway, jeweled collar sparkling effervescently; the prerequisite bowl clattered to the floor. Kali slowly- viciously- turned her head. Angel Lilith walked gracefully into the Feast hall, her golden-red hair swishing provocatively to her ass. She had materialized a white sheath dress shot through with crimson and gold threads. The shoulders streamed down her back and trailed on the floor for a meter; they floated on her shoulders with a life of their own. Her new powers flashed in her eyes and sparked along her eyelashes, a golden brow arched in haughty challenge. She glided over to the table; her pristine sandals barely touched the gore-strewn floor. Kali’s demon guards tensed, their biceps bulging threateningly. The whole hall was silent, except for the rustle of Kali’s skirt as she stood. She glared righteously at the angel, and pointedly set down the haunch she was holding. The meal was over. There was a slight murmur near the succubus that spread down the table and filled the room in an auditory wave. The sacrifice lazily slouched off the table, his bells tinkling, his coffee-brown hair sliding over his shoulder in a fall that curled lusciously around his neck. He stood in front of Kali, the faint, shallow smile etching his handsome face into a simile of pleasantry. Kali leaned in close to the human. She stood on tiptoe and smelled him from chest to jaw. The human moaned deep in the back of his throat. There was no hope for him: his wrapped his fingers around Kali’s nape, and pulled her face closer to his, leaning down to press his mouth against hers. She raked her nails down his chest and abdomen, leaving reddening trails in their wake. She gripped his semi-erect penis in her had, stroking it lightly as their tongues intertwined. He drew back, his empty blue eyes scanning the Hall: a few of the older members of Hell watched the proceeds, while the rest (about fifty of Hell’s cream of the crop [or at least what had floated to the top]) began the nightl ong tryst of writhing, sweating bodies. He noted the angel was eating a handful of baklava while a jackal-headed Anubis laved her bare breasts with his canine tongue. Kali dropped to her knees in front of the sacrifice, smiling up at him, her eyes glowing softly golden. She set her mouth close to his cock. Her tongue flickered out, leaving a trail of saliva from his erection to her lips. He was watching her, now. She gave him the reassuring, lusty smile she reserved for all sacrifices. When she got the responding impassive smile, she quickly engulfed his entire length and exerted such suction that after a few seconds the human was overwhelmed and came jerkily in her mouth. Kali leaned back, a deliciously sated smile on her sticky lips. She beckoned to one of the lesser succubae. It was a blonde succubus who came forward, having finished with one of Kali’s bodyguards. The blonde was nondescript, as succubae go: her hair was cropped pixie-style, her body otherwise devoid of hair; the succubus looked well used (who wouldn’t after a quickie with a 400-pound demon with no notion of comfort?), but ready for anything. Kali placed her hand on the demoness’ shoulder, acknowledging that she was finished with the human. She grinned, tossing her head merrily. She helped the human kneel on the floor. The blonde placed herself in front of him, just straddling his lap. Her breasts were in his face, and he immediately leaned forward to capture a nipple in his mouth. She arced into him, scoring his body lightly with her nails. Kali sat down at the table, taking a rest, saving her strength: these Feasts were all about stamina. She downed a Bloody Mary, and then slowly allowed the smoke-laced steam to cascade out of her mouth. She had long perfected smoke rings, but enjoyed trying new shapes. Now, with the taste of the human thick on her tongue, she blew penises of varying sizes. An elder chuckled maliciously from across the table. He was old- even in his youth- and looked exactly like what Dickens had meant for Scrooge. Kali nodded to him, exhaling smoke. Kenneth Leigh had had a spot reserved for him at the feast table ever since he was old enough to vote. He was one of the most respected trouble-makers, and delighted in returning to the Mortal world once a century; his most recent incarnations being: a CEO (he won an award for that), Robber Baron, ‘49er, French bourgeois (“‘Let them eat cake?’ Bitch. Let’s kill her.”), New World explorer, and astronomer (“The World’s round? Like I’d believe that.”). Lilith was melding her mouth to Anubis’s chest, swirling her tongue around his nipples, nibbling down his ridged abdomen, leaving a honeyed wake. His dog head rolled back, letting out a soft howl as she skirted his erection in favor his inguinal ligament (Love Handles). He growled Egyptian endearments to her as she loosed his loincloth, releasing his slender cock into her care. It was over quickly; Anubis fisted his hand in her hair and thrust deeply until he came in her mouth. As most gods are wont to do, his semen was magically flavored: star anise and clove- a heavy, rich flavor. Lilith delighted in all deities for this reason: they literally had their own particular flavor. The god moved on, his dog’s legs carrying him quickly to the hearth, where a lycanthrope lounged. Lilith was curious about the human (she felt as if she recognized him), and was wending her way through the crowd of bodies towards him, focusing on his straight brown hair, the play of muscles on his back as he pushed repeatedly into the succubus. She adjusted the straps of her dress, and was about to tap him on the shoulder, when a pair of callused hands gripped her shoulders and spun her about. Her shimmering eyes cast a fiery tinge to the golden chest in front of her. “Valkyria?” he said. His voice was low and deep- a black chasm filled with flashes of lightning. She stared up into the face of someone tall and blond. He wore nothing, and his body was covered in runic tattoos. He obviously didn’t speak English, and Lilith had never learned Norse, so she basked in their mutual incomprehension. She turned her back to him, and allowed herself to be lifted up, her airy skirt fluttering out of the way, allowing the god- for he was- entrance. He was long, and she felt every centimeter entering her. Kali watched maliciously, motioning to one of her guards to approach the angel and the Norse god. The burly demon smiled pleasantly (if that’s what it was; one must always take a demon’s expression with a grain of salt), delicately picking his way towards the straining pair. A few eyes were drawn to him, but only in mild interest. The elders at the table were eager to see the reaction of the angel. (They didn’t know- unfortunately for them- that Lilith was created for sex.) Lilith saw the demon dispatched by Kali, and watched his approach through slitted eyes. She used her demonic powers to lift herself off the god, and sink slowly onto him again, this time, imbedded in her ass. The Norseman’s breathing quickened, his thrusts shallow. He barely moved inside her dry heat. The demon had reached them, and had walked between Lilith’s outstretched legs, her glistening pussy open and rosy. His tumescent staff bumped against her entrance. Lilith stared into his completely black eyes, silently commanding him to proceed. Instead, his callused hand tweaked one nipple, then the other. The Norse god groaned as Lilith clenched her ass around him, desperately seeking pleasure. The demon in front of her was toying with her, working her into a state of mad lust. Lilith could hardly stand it; her body ached to be taken. She could feel the Norseman was nearly ready to cum, and was traveling the road herself. She called up some of her demonic power, lacing her voice with sex and smoke and command, and said: “Fuck me.” The demon lurched under the influence of her power, his erection sliding into her easily, eliciting a moan from the god. The demon cast a quick glance at Kali, but she had busied herself with a hermaphrodite demon, and was riding it with abandonment. Lilith grabbed his shoulder, her pale hand and gold-tipped fingers in stark contrast to his deep gray skin. She glared into his eyes, her will overtaking his. He rocked in her, feeling the hardness of the god through the wall of her uterus. It was all he needed to overcome his will completely: it snapped his control, and he used every ounce of his strength to push into the angel. He felt wildly elated, his bruising grip on her waist anchoring her in place. An ancient ache to manifest as much harm on all angels came over him, and his efforts- and grip- redoubled. Lilith was impervious to the demon’s bone-crushing grip, her nails gouging bloody furrows in his shoulders. The god was mumbling pleasantly while squeezing her tingling breasts. She felt like a beast, her animal urges howling to be sated. The orgasm tore through her glistening body; her eyes clenched shut against the surge of power. Her back was arched as far as it would go, her straining thighs held aloft by the muscular god. She felt her powers draw the cum out of them both: the god gave a shout of ecstasy as he erupted into her ass, filling her; the demon pumped into her, semen overflowing and pooling on the ground, as several consecutive orgasms claimed him. She allowed the sated god to place her on the floor, out of the way of the pool of cum on the floor. She was a little unsteady on her feet, but righted herself quickly, cum trickling in warm rivulets down her legs. She had ended up naked, somehow, and turned to look for her dress. Her arm was caught in a bruising, silky grip. She smiled brightly, her now lightly pointed teeth menacing in their perfection. It was a short woman; her average build belied her strong muscles and nature. She was slim, her breasts firm, but not overly large. She seemed to be clothed in nothing at all, but when Lilith looked closer, she was garbed in a thin gold-tone thong. She leaned in, and stroked Lilith’s pale, bare breast. Lilith recoiled: there was something distinctly menacing about this demoness. “Angel-woman, you are wanted.” She’d put an emphasis on the “wanted” that gave what little angel was left in Lilith cringe. Lilith proceeded the woman through the medley of bodies. There were a few that the angel would have liked very much to sample, but she understood a summons, and followed. Kali sat up from a cushioned bench, the horned head in between her legs abruptly pushed further into her hot snatch. She stared at the angel, her own eyes glowing with sexual energy. She could sense Lucifer’s diabolus virtus on her; it was like a pheromone beacon to her incredibly attuned senses. Paired with Lilith’s angelicus virtus, it was a heady combination of dangerous beauty and bloodthirsty femininity that accelerated Kali’s heartbeat. Well, not exactly heartbeat, per se, because without a real body (no matter how real it seems), there is no heartbeat. No heart, for that matter. Lilith stopped insolently close to Kali. As an angel, she knew all the odd little things that annoyed humans. And, she reminded herself, I’ve existed longer than all her incarnations put together. “I care not that you are my elder, angel,” Kali growled, her husky voice strained against the orgasm she was nearing. Her golden gaze trailed over Lilith’s voluptuous body, catching lazily on her distended nipples, and the pearlescent coating on her legs. Lilith didn’t even blush. Kali’s thighs glistened with the effort of holding off orgasm. The demon between her legs was furiously twisting his tongue in her twat, striving to bring her to climax. Kali glared up at Lilith, her teeth clenched. Suddenly, a powerful surge of lust pounded into her mind; Kali threw her auburn head back and let out a wail that bordered on a scream. Her legs seized up around the demon’s skull, squeezing hard, and she could hear the demon climaxing on the floor as her own crest of power smashed into him. As the orgasm subsided, Kali glared up through slitted eyes at the angel. The russet angel smiled maliciously at her, and removed her hand from toying with her nipple. Kali had a brief flash of fear: the angel was old, powerful, and more innately evil than she could ever hope to be. How ironic, Kali thought. Lilith turned away from the angry succubus before she did something she’d really regret. Picking her way towards the human- who was surrounded by a plethora of succubae- she sucked in her power, calming the infernal light in her eyes, smoothing her hair to a modicum of neatness. Just then, the sacrifice groaned low, gripping the hips of the succubus who was riding him, and clenched his eyes shut. The succubus sighed in carnal satisfaction as she reached her own climax. Lilith watched her abruptly dismount, and saw- with no small amount of pleasure- the white rope of cum land squarely between her breasts and down her belly and drip on the floor, where a pair of identical blue-haired succubae obediently lapped it up. At Lilith’s approach, the succubae- as one- hissed and fled. The halted their retreat only as far as the next hot body, where they quickly made themselves useful- and inconspicuous. The sacrifice was angelically beautiful: his sculpted face was pale and flushed, his deep blue eyes- fringed with thick lashes- seemed to shimmer with lust. His mouth, bruised and swollen from the women’s kisses, turned up at the corners in a perpetual smile. Lilith could see he was heavily sedated, and nearing collapse, but her lust and interest in him only grew as she registered his exhaustion. She might just be his last fuck. She tweaked her powers, and urged herself to exude calm sexuality, while also sending strong hormonal signals to all the succubae near the human. He was hers for the taking. She smiled at him, tossing her red-gold hair over her shoulders, making her full breasts jiggle invitingly: parts of him were certainly interested. He stared at her body, absorbing the beauty of her power, and his smile widened. Lilith straddled his lap, pushing him onto his back on a pile of royal blue pillows. She didn’t bother blowing him, but sat down on his legs, his growing cock gripped between her thighs. *** The Hall fell silent. Lucifer stood in the Western doorway, his deeply tanned skin crackling with acid green lightning, his eyes glowing brightly. His black silk shirt was ripped down the front, the lapels hanging open, his equally light-absorbent jeans torn in places and encasing legs that ended ungracefully in black, cloven hooves. He looked angry. He was angry. No, no, no. He was enraged. Satan swept through the Hall, his hooves echoing loudly on the marble. He scanned the huge room for a mass of flame-red hair, anticipation, fear, and betrayal moving him forward like a rhinoceros with a thorn up its ass. He saw Lilith on the sacrifice, he did not miss the irony of it: the human sacrifice being possessed by an angel in Hell. He steered himself towards them. Kali stood abruptly, her naked back ramrod straight. “You know what is about to happen, my lord. I beg of you not to try to stop it.” “Try? Do you think I’d not be able to break them apart? But, no. I am not here to stop it; it is what I hoped for. How gullible He is.” Lilith did not notice him through the magenta haze of her lust. She barely felt the prickle of his anger. The human tilted his head back and moaned, thrusting lightly against her legs. Lilith laughed in triumph, and lifted herself to trap the sacrifice within her. He suddenly sat up, holding her thighs still in a bruising grip. His eyes were devoid of lusty haze, and his beautiful face was deadly serious and slightly panicked. She stared down into his blue eyes, finally knowing why she recognized him. “Y-you can’t, Lilith. You know what it’ll do to you- us.” The words were the first the human had spoken within hearing of anyone. His eyes glowed powder blue, his pupils disappearing in the light. The only female angel in Heaven stared down angrily at Gabriel- God’s favorite angel. She let her diabolus virtus cascade over him, letting the pure angel feel the bloodlust of a demon. He closed his eyes, fighting it with his own power. Satan leaned in, eavesdropping with his powers. Kali grinned up at him, “You planned all this, my lord. Well done.” “If they sin with one another, they will both turn demon,” Satan whispered, his voice carrying to each corner of the Hall. “Won’t that be interesting,” Kali said, deadpan. She knew they would be the sixty-ninth and seventieth angels converted: they somehow managed to always come in pairs. Only a few of the angels-turned-demon survived the transformation, and those that did had to undergo extensive training. Kali did not look forward to it. She did, however, want to see which angel would emerge victor of their battle of wills. Lilith’s gaze was locked with Gabriel’s and sweat beaded on her brow. She could feel his arousal against her, and knew he was slipping. Just a little longer. Then, she knew what would beat him: she jerked her hips spasmodically against him, and his power suddenly gave out with a groan. Her combined powers flashed for an instant in ultra-violet and then white light. Gabriel’s fingers released their grip and she sank down on him with a squelch. “So it begins,” came Lilith’s disembodied, hasn’t-passed-through-the-correct-channels voice echoed in the silent Hall. All eyes were on the two angels, locked in the most primal of situations. Gabriel’s hands returned to her hips, but now to guide her thrusts. Lilith felt her powers shifting inside her, seeking Gabriel’s and Lucifer’s and drawing from them both. Satan gasped, feeling the intrusive pull of Lilith’s angelicus virtus on his power. He staggered to his knees, but kept his eyes fixed on the two, who were being encased in roiling pink and blue light. Gabriel could not help his wings sprouting from his back, but was unfamiliar with the sensation of leather instead of feathers. He saw the world go black, and could only feel the changes of his body, and Lilith around him. Lilith’s subconscious reflected that it was a good thing she’d already experienced the painful transformation, and could help Gabriel change. She saw his back arch in pain, his fingers drawing blood from her thighs. She knew what he experienced, and subdued her own pain, concentrating on her pleasure. She could feel him moving inside her, and she could feel her new wings unfurling wetly. Lilith knew her feet had shifted to resemble Kali’s: clawed like a lioness. A pair of traditional horns slowly sprouted from her temples, covered in a fine film of blood. She stared down at Gabriel, and quickly shut her eyes against the shifting skin, and jutting lightning. She pulled on her new powers and augmented their pleasure tenfold. The high sensitivity hit her like a well-wielded half brick, and the orgasm flowed over them both, their powers feeding and drawing off of each other. Satan stared into a ball of blue-hot flames, their heat a burning caress. Several lesser demons and creatures fell under the onslaught of sexual power. Kali had fallen to the ground, writhing with orgasms. A moment after the light washed over them all, there came a super-sonic wail. Lucifer rolled his eyes in exasperation. Then everything went black. *** Eve turned away from the overly bright scene. The Hall was once again simply a mass of orgasm and orgy. The fact that it was induced by a pair of angels transforming into demons meant little to her. She took note of the fact that Lilith and Gabriel had enough power between them to survive, and to knock her Lucifer unconscious. She had been watching the entire exchange in the hidden gallery she’d had installed after the Hall had been created. Not even her Lucifer knew about it. Eve turned back to her simple meal of bratwurst and suet pudding. She laughed quietly to herself as she made her way through the halls of Hell. The two angels were promising, and she looked forward to showing them the ropes, or at least what ropes there were to be shown. Angel She spoke quietly to the halls in a language that had died out before the gate of Eden had been finally closed, “What do people see in God, anyway?” Angel She sashayed into the bar like she owned the joint. But she was extremely out of place. The silk blouse with the high neck, fitting her ample curves to the simple A-line skirt. Low heels. Comfortable. Predictable. Her face was intriguing, but not one of breathtaking beauty; her hair pulled back in a severe bun. Yet her presence commanded attention. Perhaps it was her mesmerizing dark eyes. Or the staid, stoic way she carried herself. "Bourbon. On the rocks. And keep 'em coming." Her voice had a whiskied tone to it. Men shimmied up to her, drawn in by the sexual magnitism oozing from her pours, but one raised eyebrow sent them packing. She was looking for something special. She knew what she needed. What she wanted. It was midway into the third round when she spotted him. She lifted her drink into her hand, signaled the bartender, and sauntered over to where he sat. "Mind if a girl cools her heels here for a while?" He looked over his glasses. He had been reading documents, but her sudden intrusion interrupted his thought processes. The first glimpse of her told him nothing, but on a longer look, he felt his pants become rather confining. "Uh .... sure ..... please..." She slid into the booth with ease, leaning forward to take in what he was doing. He quickly gathered his papers and stuffed them into the old briefcase next to him. She smiled, captivating him in an instant. Raising a finger, she signaled the bartender who wasted no time in getting another round for them both. "Do you always command such attention?" he asked, amazed at her seeming ease of getting the things she wanted without saying a word. She merely smiled at him, and took another long drink of her bourbon. "Are you going to say anything??" he asked, clearing his throat nervously. She gazed at him with a piercing stare, almost looking through him. She reached out to touch his face, a touch that made him shiver with both fright and anticipation. She drew a long fingernail down his jawline to his chin. "Sure," she whispered huskily, "I'll say anything you want, as long as you come with me ...." It was as if his will drained from him. He rose as she did, following her outside and down the alleyway. She backed him up against the wall, tearing his shirt from him, licking his chest with maniacal fervor. He tried to stop her, but her gaze held him hostage. She clawed uselessly at his belt, then with a whimpering moan, commanded him, "Take them off. Now." He could do nothing but comply. Incredulously, he was hard as stone. She licked her lips and fell to her knees, engulfing him in one motion. The suction of her mouth and throat were almost more than he could bear. There he was, a pillar of the community, standing in a dark alleyway with a strange woman giving him head and he didn't try to stop her. Part of his mind kept screaming to him about his family, but with every rake of her long, red fingernails, their memory became more and more misty. His head lolled and his eyes rolled back in his head. He touched the back of her head and she jerked back, scowling at him. It was clear: there was to be no intimate contact. This was animalistic. She began clawing harder at him, her nails leaving red streaks on his flesh. As he began to jump and squirm, she merely laughed at him. "Can't you take pain, little man?! It's not so bad ... go with it ... let it feed you" He began to respond, moaning more and more loudly when her nails would dig into his flesh. Blood began to trickle in spots now as she sucked his cock and raked his body. Abruptly, she stopped. "Wha .... why did you stop?" he asked, on the brink of bliss. "You are coming with me. I am going to take you to heights unseen." She allowed him to pull up his pants and, grabbing his hand, she led him not twenty feet up the alley to her car. Funny, he hadn't remembered seeing that there before now. She kissed him passionately, then shoved him roughly into the back seat. As she drove, she hummed to herself. He peered out of the back window: the scenery outside the car was becoming less and less familiar. The car came to an abrupt stop at an abandoned farmhouse. She opened the back door and drug him out, pulling him, running, into the ramshackled shelter. A mattress lay on the floor, covered in black silk sheets and a comforter. Candles were lit, yet he had seen no one leaving as they arrived. She took his face into her hands. "Look at me!" she commanded, and he obeyed. Her eyes hypnotized him in a way he had never though possible. She spoke to him without words then and he complied, lying down on the bed. She leaned over him and stripped him of his clothing, then began tying his hands to the stakes anchored just beyond each corner of the mattress. Stakes which he hadn't noticed before. The lashes she was using were leather: try as he may, there would be no escape. "Are you ready?" She asked, as she stood at the end of the mattress and began to peel her clothing from her body. The candlelight bathed her in a golden glow as she slowly worked the buttons on her blouse. "Oh, god, yes ..." He groaned as his eyes drank in her beauty as it was revealed inch by agonizing inch. She was perfect, flawless. Ivory skin, chiseled features. She let her long hair down, and it hung in dark, heavy ringlets. She looked like Aphrodite stepping out of the clamshell in the Raphael painting. His desire was evident in the pulsing of his turgid cock. She lowered herself to a crouch and, much like a tiger stalking its prey, she began to crawl to him, growling. "oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Her tongue met his cock, fire and ice as she blew a cool blast of air against the spot where her tongue had just lathed. Her mouth took him again, and she felt his hips begin to rise and fall against her mouth in a rhythm she kept close account of. Her nails began to rake him again, drawing fresh blood. She loved hearing him groan. "I'm gonna cum!" he husked between ragged breaths. She stopped abruptly, drawing a dissenting grunt from him. Her gaze silenced him as she straddled his hips and took his cock into her body. She was warm, moist, tight: tighter than he remembered any of his lovers ever being. She knew how to squeeze and release him, and he watched her use his body for her pleasure. The fleeting thoughts of his wife and children were now completely gone. All that mattered was her and the feeling he was getting as she fucked him mercilessly. All that mattered was that he was going to be allowed to cum inside this magnificent creature. To give her life. "I want your seed" She whispered those words into his ear. She knew she was fertile. She knew this was the time, and he held the perfect DNA to perpetuate the lineage. She knew she needed to feel his seed pulse into her at the perfect moment. And she also knew when that perfect moment was. Their bodies coupled and uncoupled in sync. A rhythm perfected by lust and by greed. The only sounds were the slight squishing of juicy orifices receiving pleasure and the occasional groan or moan when the perfect spot was being massaged. She studied his face almost dispassionately. Although her body swirled with feelings, there was no real emotion. This was merely need. She watched his face grimace, his neck veins pulse. Her mouth watered. It was time. "Oh, God ..... I'm gonna cum ... I don't ....even ... know ..... your .... nam...a.aaaahhhhhhh!" She leaned forward as he pushed into her, baring her fangs and sinking them deeply into his jugular vein. The scream was almost inhuman .... but on the other hand, terribly human .... as she received life from both his blood and his cock and yet, at the same time, took life away. She drank his blood as he filled her womb with his seed. She orgasmed in a blinding rush of pleasure, her lust-filled moan gurgling blood back onto his skin. When she finally rose, his lifeless gaze met hers. She wiped her mouth, rolled off of him, and smiled. She said out loud, patting her full stomach and rubbing her womb in satisfaction: "The name's Angel ....." Then she laughed. Angel Alone Angel Alone (A Chance Meeting part Two) She sat alone at her work desk, chatting with her overwhelming and intriguing stranger again. The conversation was intense and Angel was having a hard time concentrating. He had this effect on her...stealing her reason and her self control. With only his words he could take her over, pushing her and pushing her hard to inevitable release. On the phone it was even more extreme, the sound of his voice making her shiver and immediately get wet, wanting desperately to cum for him again and again. The feeling of all this stayed with her...invading her thoughts endlessly and keeping her in a state of sexual overdrive. Already Angel was an intensely sexual person and this stranger was making that side of her become exponentially stronger. This didn't bother Angel though...in fact she was loving every second of it. The conversation was winding down as he had to go, but before leaving he told her to do something for him. Without hesitation she agreed, waiting for his instructions. When she read his words she could feel the atmosphere in the room change, as if he was standing next to her and whispering in her ear and making her tremble all over. The absolute deliciously electric energy that filled her ran riot through her...to every nerve ending she possessed, taking her over completely. Tonight Angel...when you're alone and all is quiet as you lay in your bed...slowly and deliberately rock your hips....lift them and lower them again if you like..but slowly. Think of the morning and our conversation and how it made you feel. After he signed off Angel was in a state of excited anticipation all day that day. She tried to write as she did every day, but she couldn't stop thinking about the things he said. She eagerly waited for nightfall when her daughter would leave for the night and she would be alone. When the hour finally arrived, Angel went to her bed and not even bothering to put on pajamas, she stripped naked and got into bed. Again his words played inside her mind, as they had been all day. With them repeating over and over she began to rock her hips...slowly...oh so slowly...and occasionally lifting her hips and lowering them. As her excitement built she could feel the burn in the pit of her stomach...that familiar feeling of losing control and giving in to the ravenous animal inside her that she tried so hard to hide from the world. Think of what went through your mind as you found yourself getting wetter and wetter. And to think we were only using words. As you lay there thinking of this, Angel, place your hand over your crotch and rock some against your hand. Angel reached down...down to the waiting wetness there and she gently placed her right hand there, feeling her own warmth, feeling the waves of heat radiating from her most secret place and sighing softly as she began to rock against her hand. She took her time, rocking against it gently, letting the sensation of it work its way all through her and start to take her over. Angel gave herself up to it and let it rule her, driving out everything else for awhile, leaving her alone to indulge her passionate lust. As you do this Angel, start to feel me...sense me...there between your legs. Sense my head there...my face so close to it you feel my breath on it. Then guide my head...my mouth...and my tongue as you lay there in the dark..... In her mind Angel could see him there between her spread eagled thighs, her hands on his head and showing him how she liked it done. She could feel his tongue teasing her clit...his warm breath on her...driving her to the edge of no control. Teasing...licking...and going inside her and making her shiver uncontrollably. She began to moan..softly...feeling his mouth...his tongue devouring her...all of her. Angel felt the sweet intensity of it building and building, as she pushed her hand harder on herself, grinding against it now, driving her further and further towards the edge of losing herself completely. She began to tremble violently as she felt it fall over her, crashing into her body and her mind and tearing away everything else. ...and cum for me. With his last words running rampant in her mind she stiffened and tensed all over...her breath..her reason...all her control driven from her and cumming hard. She gasped as it shook her to her core and she cried out for him...calling to him...moaning for him...over and over...still feeling him there with her. She felt her own cum soaking her eager little hand and running out of her...making her upper thighs wet and sticky with it. Wave after wave crashed over her...again and again...until she was completely spent. Angel fell limp then, gasping...panting...shivering all over...her body weak and exhausted. But she felt amazing...tingling with the sensation of it all...this feeling reaching every nerve ending inside her and all over her. And with his words still echoing in her head and overwhelming her she smiled...her thoughts full of this stranger that had her so much under his spell. And with that drifting through her mind...she fell into a long and peaceful sleep. Angel Alyssa This is a story of fantasy, fiction, the characters aren't real, and any similarities are pure coincidental. I love feedback --- Thanks Jack ============================== The weirdest thing happened that changed my life forever; I have always been conservative and seen life in a certain way. The most important things would always have been my daughter. Ever since her mother left I did nothing but work and focus on my little angel's life, being a 36 year old single father is tough. Every night my daughter, Alyssa and I would always spend time together, our biggest events were watching movies any chance we got. She was always quiet and focused on school, but we were each other's best friends. The life changing event was when one night we were watching a movie and I wasn't too into it and ended up passing out but when I woke my boxers were soaked in my cum. I was so embarrassed and confused but my daughter was nowhere to be found. The last time I ever had a wet dream was in my teen years, I knew I wasn't getting any but I was pretty sure I would of remembered the cause of problem upon waking up, so the next night we decided to watch a movie I just hope I wouldn't have another accident especially in front of my daughter. We usually get ready for bed and then watch the movie so when it's over we can just go straight to bed. That night I wore my usual boxer and white shirt and Alyssa was in her night shirt and blanket. "Ready, Daddy." asked Alyssa anxiously waiting with the popcorn and movie on pause. "Yea, baby." I said taking my seat on the far end as the movie started. The movie was pretty uneventful; the usual of some hero rising up to defeat the villain, halfway through the movie Alyssa placed the bowl on the table and rested her head on my lap. I didn't think much of it because it was done on a regular basis. She was such an angel I thought as my hand played in her hair. I was about to fall asleep again when sudden I felt a movement on my lap, I would of fallen back to sleep but saw that my daughter had turned her head and was now facing me, staring directly at my semi bulge in my boxers! Being a man my penis couldn't help but twitch. I kept still not wanting to embarrass her and hope she would fall asleep until I felt her light finger brush against my boxer! I inhale as my cock stiffens. She looks up to me to see if I'm awake. I exhale and try to keep a steady pace of breathing. I should have stopped it then and there but I figured she was just curious and didn't want to scar her for life. Her fingers kept investigating the outlines of my hard cock and I felt myself harder than anything in my life trying to break the barriers of my boxer, with pre-cum starting to dampen through my fabric. When suddenly she moved her head forward and her tongue found my boxer. It was so innocent but felt amazing! Here was my 18 year old daughter violating me in my sleep and I could only be frozen in the moment. She uses her teeth on either side of my shaft and continues with her lips and tongue. I groan at the sensation. She is startled and pulls away and closes her jaw pulling some of the boxer with her. She then looked at my face for a sign of alert or pain. I calm myself and resume my breathing. I figure she is done but her focus is back on my boxers as I feel a small draft as my cock is now outside the waistband of my shorts. She stares. I twitch. Slowly she approaches the pre-cum tip and pushes out her tongue to make contact. The feeling is extraordinary as I feel my arousal building. She continues the assault with her innocent kisses on the sensitive tip of my penis and I feel myself Cumming. I lose control "aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh... DON'T STOP!" lost in the moment I grab her head and pull her more into my crotch as I blow the largest load of my life. As my orgasm dies I realized what I had just done, looking at my little girls face plastered in my cum as the cum slowly drips passed her lip on to the floor, my tears escape my eyes and I stand and walk to the nearest wall. Gravity takes over as I fall against it. "Daddy..." she says trying to break me from my trance "...I'm sorry..." Slowly approaching me she continues to apologize. "No baby... I'm sorry" looking up to her. I can't help but hug her to hide my embarrassment. She starts crying hugging my head. I push my head into her stomach to wipe my tears but being lost in the moment I kiss her stomach and smell it. Its intoxicating... its arousing... it's her. I hug her tighter and continue my assault on her as her short shirt just rides up her stomach caused by the pushing of my forehead. Without thinking my fingers reach for her panties and as my kisses get lower so do her nectar soaked cotton panties. It was so intoxicating to see her small thin patch of pubic hair and glistening pussy. "Daddy..." she moans as my tongue tastes her. She squeezes my hair as I move further in and cover it with my lips. "mmmmmmmmm... you gotta stop..." she begs. "...something is happening..." I was lost and couldn't stop. "...please..." she continued "...BATHROOM!" she shouts and moans as her body quivers and shudders. As she climaxes for the first time she loses all her strength and falls, mounting me. We are both breathing heavy. She pulls me close to hug me but moans. I feel it, during the session my cock got hard and broke free from the confines of my boxer and is now resting on her dripping slit. She thrusts forward and moans again. I can't help but thrust upwards hitting her clit. She bites her lip. As she picks up pace I can't help but want more. "...oh baby..." I say lifting her by her hips moving her over my hard cock. I pull her down on my 7 inch shaft as she screams and bites into my shoulder blades. I wait until she relaxes and thrust... then thrust again... slowly picking up each one of her grunts. "...ohhhhh..." she questions "...not again..... DADDY!" she screams as her cunt tightens around my cock and forces me to cum. "ohhhhhhhh... baby!!!" I groan blowing my load deep into my daughter. She falls asleep on my cock as the guilt kicks in on what I had done to my angel. To be continued... ============================== Thanks to all you fans and everyone who motivate me to write better stories. I am always open to ideas and opinions. Thanks