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The Dark One

By: DirtyAliceBlack



(This is the first time I'm submitting to Literotica so I'd really appreciate any kind of feedback. Thank you and hope you enjoy.)

The dress I wore was black...tight at the bodice and see through, it hung from one shoulder – my right shoulder... then it puffed out at my hips in layers of midnight black see through material – you could see my black lace panties and my black thigh highs topped off with black lace at my thighs....my hair was long and flowing in a mixture of brown waves and curls down my back. My eyes seemed bigger and more exotic, my lashes longer and darker, my skin had a glow to it almost like the sun kissed skin I sometimes get in the summer...yet not, my mouth looked fuller and inviting and my cheeks were flushed as I stood in some kind of isolated bedroom.

In the centre of the room – which wasn't that big – against one of the tall terracotta coloured walls was a large four poster bed, with white see through gauge sweeping down to cover the high bed – the windows on either side of the bed were tall and medieval looking...they were shuttered, blocking any light from outside from the room... I had no idea if it was day or night. The only light that illuminated the room came from the large old fashioned fireplace opposite the bed...and two candles – long slim columns, pearly white crowned with a flame at the top stood on opposite sides in front of the mirror above the fire.

Yet I knew as my wide brown eyes searched the room, that I was not alone. Something watched me, as it had done before. I could feel his presence there...like the scent of rain before it poured down upon the earth. As the air gathered and thickened around me...he appeared, first like particles of air turning black...forming a cloud of black smoke behind me...then slowly the shaping of the black smoke, until it became a human figure. But not a human. Instead he stood behind me, the Dark One. Lucian.

Suddenly I could feel this cool breath against the exposed column of my throat and felt all my insides freeze, felt my heartbeat speed and thud hard against the walls of my chest in fear...and some excitement that I would never allow myself to acknowledge. He made me feel like prey. My eyes remained fixed on the detail carved into one of the wooden posts of the bed, seeing yet not seeing.

"You look," he breathed into my ear, "exquisite."

At the sound of his voice my skin went up in goose bumps all over. In my mind, thoughts that had begun to be processed were frozen as if stuck in a picture that had been taken long ago. 

"As beautiful as the last time I saw you..."he murmured, "only last time, last time you weren't ready for me." I felt the soft brush of his lips against my neck and flinched involuntarily. But it served the purpose of snapping me out of the frozen – fear stage and I took a step forward, away from him... only to take a deep breath before turning to look at him.

Big mistake. My eyes were instantly trapped by his ever burning amber ones, shaped like almonds, surrounded by black lashes... his eyes were so disconcerting, so bewitching, the colour seemed to be shifting endlessly from gold, to yellow, to flame yellow, to molten lava but all in the context of amber...it was the most beautiful thing...but also fascinatingly horrifying.

I managed to make myself blink and take in all of him. He was dressed all in black. A black suit, with a black shirt unbuttoned at the first four buttons, the dark clothing complimented his deep tanned colouring...it also made him seem somehow bigger...more imposing. He was already too tall for me, at possibly 6'2, and there I stood with my 5'3 height. His black hair was messy, but devilishly sexy; his face was indeed the face of a fallen angel. Devastating. High cheekbones, cheeks slightly hollowed a perfect aristocratic nose and with a mouth as tempting as sin, tilted at the moment in an unholy grin. The only sign of something pure was held in his elegant powerful hands – and orchid. The white a contrast to him, who represented pure evil.

"Am I dreaming? Are you in my dream?" I demanded my voice stronger then I felt. "Does it feel like a dream?" His bewitching eyes were gently mocking as he tilted his head slightly to one side. No. It didn't feel like a dream, not at all. I could feel the warmth of the fire touch me, the texture of the dress against my skin, the floor beneath my feet and the air that filled my lungs...and most of all, his scent.

"Is it a dream?" I asked again, so sure...and yet...not. Slowly he lifted gorgeous shoulders and dropped them, his eyes never leaving my face. He remained silent. I refused to ask what he wanted. But I wanted to. The question was trembling on the tip of my tongue – begging to come out, to be acknowledged. But I would not allow it. He would not win with me.

Slowly his eyes travelled down from my face, down my neck, lingering on my breasts exposed through the see through black fabric, taking in the slight curves of my neck and then down my legs which though covered in layers were still visible. Not one emotion passed his now bland face, my heart beat increased and I felt I felt my lips part wider in order for me to accommodate the new demand of my lungs. His eyes snapped back to my face so fast so suddenly that I was startled into taking a step back. 

Taking his time he allowed a smile to steal over his lips. "You're ready for me now." He murmured, taking a step towards me. I immediately took one back. He took another. So did I – and suddenly my back was against one of the posts. As soon as my back grazed the wooden post, he moved in light speed and before I knew it his entire length was pressed against me. I gasped at the suddenness of the movement and could only slap feebly at his hand when he slipped the orchid stem first inside the dress and in between my breasts.

"Stop that!" This time my voice shook as my hands came up to push him away from me.

"I brought you a flower. Don't you want to say thank you?" He asked, his voice soft, as fingers trailed over the curve of my left shoulder and seared my skin on their way to my throat.

"Don't touch me!" I protested desperately as I once again slapped his hand away... and almost wished I hadn't as his face changed... a face that exuded malice.

"I'm allowed to touch what's mine." His voice, though still soft, sent chills down my spine.

"I'm not yours." I denied hotly. 

This he seemed to ignore as he leaned forward to nuzzle the curve of my neck. "Say 'thank you' nicely for the flower."

"I don't want your flower." I was defiant, though I knew that I should not have risked angering him. My heart jolted when a hand closed around my throat and amber eyes that blazed with fury met mine.

"Say. That. Again." He suggested with gentle malice. My mouth opened to repeat it but the pressure of his fingers increased on my throat and I thought better of it. "Nothing to say?"

"Not anything that you want to hear." I retorted, unable to hold my tongue.

At this a smile spread over his stunning face once more. He leaned close to my ear again. "Don't worry." He murmured, and then I felt sharp teeth on my ear, followed by a slow soothing of his wet tongue that made me shiver against him. "I'll make you scream the words I want to hear."

I shook my head in denial, my hands still pushing at his large shoulders but he just ignored my efforts and scraped the side of my neck with his teeth. I gasped as the sensation caused pin points of pleasure to pierce me, making me cry out in denial as well as need. He was starting to slip through my defences, and if he managed to get inside then I knew I would be lost. I couldn't let him win, I couldn't.

But then, his lips were trailing down to my collar bone, a series of nips and sucks hard enough to mark followed his progress as he neared the neckline of my dress. Still I continued to try and push him off me. Even as he began to lick at the skin above the neckline...even as he trailed those kisses over the flimsy see through material. His hands caught my flaying ones in his and dragged them down and behind the post, locking them behind there with one strong hand wrapped around my wrists.

"Don't!" I cried, and even as I did that – thrashing madly in hopes of him loosing his hold on me, his warm wet mouth closed over a turgid nipple through my gown. The cry of amazing pleasure that was torn out of my mouth shamed me. I was loosing. He began sucking hard, so hard I thought he would draw blood and I felt myself growing hot with every pull. No longer attempting to buck him off me but instead arching my breasts into his mouth, cries of frustration seeping through the lips I had tried to keep locked. I desperately wanted to beg him to treat my other breast to the same treatment. As if reading my thoughts he moved to my other breast and proceeded to give the other one the exact same treatment.

He began rubbing against me, making me aware of the huge erection between his thighs, making me incredibly wet, he was making me want to give in. To beg him to lift my skirts up and consequences be damned. But I seemed to still have some measure of control over myself. Obviously aware of my resistance he gave my nipple a vicious bite that had me crying out with pleasure/pain before pulling his face away from my breasts. Allowing cool air to hit the place where his warm wet mouth had just been, making them even harder at the chill.

Burning amber eyes locked with mine as his free hand slid up to grab me by my jaw, forcing me to look up to him, his eyes mesmerising me so that I couldn't look away as he ground myself into me harder then before. I watched those sinister eyes cloud with pleasure and he did it again, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from expressing just how good it felt. But that only brought his attention to my lips and the fire in his eyes burned brighter. He rammed into me again and I gasped. And in that moment his lips were on mine, taking advantage of my open mouth to slide his tongue in. His mouth was hot and his tongue brushed mine sensually, seducing me into a daze where I couldn't help but kiss him back.

As I did, he released my hands and my jaw to cup breasts as he continued to drug me with his kisses. The man could kiss, I'd give him that. NO! I cried in denial at the way my thoughts were going. He wasn't a man. He came from hell itself, it was there in the way his eyes burned, the evil that resided within him. With a gasp I tore my mouth away from his and pushed his kneading hands from my breasts.

"Stop it; I don't want your hands on me." He ignored my demand and simply followed my lips as I tried to turn my face away. He wouldn't let me. Instead he wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me off the floor, nuzzling the cleft between my breasts where the flower still rested, its soft petals another attack on my senses as they brushed against my skin. He bit the swell of my breast and moaned against my will, my hands finding his wide shoulders and my nails sinking into them even though I knew he wouldn't be able to feel any pain whatsoever.

Distracted by his constant nips and sucks I didn't realise what he was doing until I felt the mattress beneath me. He followed me down and returned his mouth to mine, my control was just hanging by one thread – and I was no longer fooling myself that I would manage to keep it that way. The thread was sure to snap soon. My hands reached for him and I let out a shocked gasp when I met smooth hard skin instead of the material of his suit. My eyes flew open and I saw him as he began to lower his body on mine that he was completely naked. Gloriously naked.

His body, an amazing glowing bronze colour was perfection, with lean muscles, everything about him was hard. There was a line of hair starting from his navel that ran down his taught abdomen until it fused with the dark hairs surrounding his erection. An erection which had my eyes widening with its size. It was at the least 8 inches long and 3 and a half around, arching slightly up. The head was shiny with a smear of pre-cum. And I knew that there was no way I would get out of this.

I jerked away from the sight of his intimidating arousal when I suddenly felt cool air on my body. I tensed with panic as I looked down at my own body and saw that I was completely bared to his amber gaze, wearing nothing but the thigh highs. I tried to sit up instantly, but even though he didn't try to stop me, it just made the situation worse as this parted my thighs and he slid right between them before taking a hold of my wrists once more and laying me back on the bed.

"I have waited years to feel you beneath me exactly like this. Mine. Wanting me." He smiled the most wicked smile that I have ever seen. "Because I know you want me, you've always wanted me, even if it has always been against your will. He leaned closer to me and began kissing up my throat to stop near my ear. "And that's what I want to hear today," he husked, "I want to hear you scream my name and tell me you want me." And having told me what he wanted he allowed his cock to brush my cunt, not entering but just sliding smoothly between my folds.

The pleasure was mind blowing and my lips parted in a hiss of pleasure. "You like that don't you baby?" He groaned, letting me know that he was also being completely taken over by the same rage of lust that was filling me. He thrust harder and I bowed off the bed, my hands frantically caught at his back and raked themselves down in diagonal scratches. He cried out and arched, flinging his head back as the pain obviously intensifies his pleasure.

Then he was prying my hands from his shoulders and stretching them high above my head, holding them there while he panted in unspent lust, until I felt cool sheets twisting themselves around my wrists until they bound them as effectively as his hands had done. Slowly he leaned back, his eyes trailing over my body with barely contained anticipation. Then with my wide eyes still on me he slid down my body, his hands gripped my thighs and pulled them further apart until I was completely exposed to him. He sighed as he stared at my wet core.

"You're so beautiful, so wet..."the smile returned once more and he glanced up at me, "and all mine." Then, his eyes not leaving mine he lowered his head, amber eyes flaring as I watched his tongue come out – and then I felt it. It flickered right over my clit and I instantly opened my legs wider. I heard his groan approval at my reaction before he caught my clit between his teeth and started sucking.

"Oh God!" I gasped, feeling everything within me coil tight, all my senses focusing on that centre of sensations on my body. I arched myself closer to his mouth and he rewarded me by sucking harder, his hands kneading and soothing my thighs as I writhed on the bed, completely lost to the sinful sensations that he was gifting me. I could myself nearing that peak...one I knew would grant me relief from this inferno of emotions and demanding feelings. I was there, I was right there...right...th– and he pulled away. I think I screamed as my body instantly mourned the loss of what had been a promise of ecstasy.

"I told you sweetness," he practically purred as he looked down at me, "not until you tell me what I want to hear." Then he climbed back over my body and rubbed his erection against my thigh as his mouth decided to play with my navel. He used his tongue to keep me aroused even as my body reluctantly backed away from the orgasm it had been so readily heading for. His hands once again returned to my breasts, squeezing them gently and then massaging them with the palm of his hand before pinching my nipples until I thought I'd scream again and they became red berries. He rose up, leaving a damp trail up the centre of my body so that he could then lavish a lick on each of them...before moving up again and then sinking into my mouth like he owned it.

In my mindless state I kissed him back with matching fervour, my teeth grazing his lips, nipping them before I allowed his tongue in my mouth only to suck viciously at it.

He jerked back as if my kiss burned him, his lips swollen, streaks of red climbing up those incredible cheekbones as he knelt between my legs panting from the kiss he had initiated.

"Are you playing with me beauty?" I don't know what went through me then, but I felt the smile curving my lips and saw his expression darken. Slowly he held up his hand and did a movement that I couldn't catch and then the orchid that he had given me was in his hand. "I like it." He confided as he brought the flower down and began stroking my stomach with it, making my skin burn for a firmer touch. Then watching for my reaction, he trailed the flower lower, and lower...and lower until its petals brushed over my dark hairs...until they kissed my wet lips. Once again, I bit into my bottom lip and then screwed my eyes shut, as if I could shut out the sensation all together. But then they just flew wide open again as I felt the stem of the flower at e entrance.

"Do you like that baby?" He murmured and before I could say anything, he pushed the slim stem inside me some more. It was a frustrating exercise, because the feel of the stem sliding in was arousing a need in me that it wasn't fulfilling. I shook my head mindlessly back and forth, my frustration like a neon sign on my body. "But I thought you liked to play." He teased.

Bastard. He was playing with me, wanting me to beg him. But his folly only made me want to give in less.

"Resisting me is not a good idea, sweetness." As he said this he slid the flower out. And then laid it beside my head, as if it were a token of something. "Because I'm going to get what I want anyway aren't I?" Again he placed his hand on my thighs, sliding closer to my centre with his knees so that I couldn't close my legs to him. He held his knees wide as he let go of my thighs and reached out with both hands. And then I felt it. He held both of my nether lips with gentle fingers and pulled them apart. Wide apart, lewdly spreading me open for him. "I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll never remember the reason why you tried to resist me sweetness." He growled, his eyes fixated on my wet folds. Then, still holding my lips open he scooted forward a little more and I gasped when I felt his blunt head against my opening. I closed my eyes and sent up a prayer. He rocked forward a little and my breath caught in my throat when I felt his head pass forcefully into me.

That's all he had in me. Just the head...and the stretching was a mixture of discomfort and pleasure. "Look at me taking you, it looks so hot. My head is stretching you wide open baby and it feels so good," he groaned, momentarily closing his eyes, "it makes me want to do...this."

And with that he gave one hard thrust and shoved himself all the way into me, not giving me any time to adjust, making me scream with the pleasure that was so completely intertwined with the pain that I had no idea what the scream was actually for. "Yessssss." He hissed, then opened his eyes and looked down at where we were joined. "And still you haven't taken all of me." His voice was husky and had an almost lulling affect, but his words alarmed me. He had completely filled me up! There was no way any more of him would fit inside me. 

He placed a soothing hand on my stomach, making circular motions with it as if he was trying to rub away some kind of pain. "Just lie still," he murmured and then pushed forward a little more and I gasped as I felt a little more of him pushing into me, felt the head of him butt into what must've been my cervix.

"I can't take anymore." I gasped. But he just shook his head and continued to rub my stomach.

"Easy," was all he said and I felt another cram another inch into me ripping another gasp from me, he groaned, leaning his head back, "woman, do you know how good this feels?" He groaned, withdrew a little and thrust again, slowly so that I felt every inch, every raised vein on his cock as he slid back into me. "Now," he demanded all of a sudden, "I want you tell me now."


The Dark One



My mouth was hanging open, taking in much needed oxygen and all I could do was shake my head in denial of what he wanted of me. At my actions his eyes flared into the devil colour that they always did when he was incensed. Then he slid my legs over his arms, gripped my hips...started dragging his cock out of me in a way that had my heart beat picking up and my thighs clenching from the pleasure – then slammed into me. I flung my head back and cried out until I thought I'd go hoarse from it.

"Tell me." He slammed into me again. "Tell me." Again. "Tell me." I moaned and started pulling at my restraints. But they wouldn't give and I had to lie there, unable to do anything but feel him drive that excruciating pleasure into me as he slammed into me again and again, harder and deeper each time until I thought I would go mad from it.

He spread my legs wider and went another inch deeper. He was arrowing into me uncaring of any discomfort he caused as he left and then refilled my body. Again and again. His eyes all the time burning into me. But in truth, the slightest discomfort wasn't doing anything to diminish the fact that he was igniting a fire deep within me. Because as he continued his deep and rough thrusting I was arching up, allowing him to drive deep...deeper, allowing him to drive me into a place that I had been at already but hadn't gone over.

"I'm waiting." He hissed through gritted teeth as he managed to slam into me even harder, driving me up on the bed. And then shockingly he slid all the way out of me. Leaving me feeling completely bereft and screaming for relief. "Tell me." He tilted my hips up and sank into me again, and I groaned. He rammed me once then withdrew completely again. "I can do this all night." He murmured before he placed my thighs back on the mattress and then draped himself over me, licking my neck as he braced himself with one arm and with the other he reached down to slide him self in me again.

As he slid inside me he let out a muffled groan against my throat before he held himself up on his arms and then kissed me, as he started to kiss me again, his tongue thrusting into my mouth just as he was thrusting into me...and then he was pulling out again. I felt tears of frustration well up and pool at the corner of my eyes.

"Tell me sweetness," he whispered, sounding so gentle as he kissed the moisture from the corner of my eyes, "just tell me and we'll both get what we want." He slid in me again and this time in contrast to the beginning he moved with a gentle persuasive thrust that proved to be my undoing. "Call my name." He whispered in my ear and thrust again gently.

Tired of fighting him, wanting my release as badly ass my next breath I felt something inside me break as I gave him the words he wanted. "I want you Lucian." I whispered back.

He reared back, eyes blazing with sudden triumph and he drew his hips back. As he slammed back into me, my wrists were freed and with a cry of delight I gripped him with clawed fingers and wrapped my legs around his waist as tight as I could as he hammered into me.

"Yes." The cry escaped me before I could sensor it. "Again." Above me I heard him laugh. "I want you! I hate you!" I moaned. "I'm supposed to hate you." I cried confusion obvious in my voice even as I climbed higher on the steps of pleasure. I couldn't help it; I slid my head down to grab hold of his ass and drive him deeper into me. And then I felt it, it hit me, spreading, I gasped before locking my teeth on his shoulders and thrusting harder against him. I felt the orgasm rip through me and my scream was muffled against his shoulder. Then he was crying out above m e, his hand locked in my hair and jerked my mouth from him and kissed me as he began jerking against me, thrusting deep inside me as his cock began twitching inside me.

We collapsed on the bed, panting like we'd just ran a marathon...and a surprising contentment filled her as he pressed her down into the mattress while slowly rubbing his lips back and forth against my shoulder. Still dazed from a mind blowing orgasm I allowed myself to run my fingers through his hair as we laid pressed together, sweat making our bodies glisten in the firelight. After a bit he slid off me and rolled onto his back before wrapping his arms around me and drawing me to lie half on top of him. Too tired to think I draped my leg over him and then allowed a hand to rest on his chest.

"Hmm," he murmured and nuzzled my head, then ran a hand down to my stomach and began rubbing it in circles like he had done before, "I can already feel it."

"Feel what?" I sighed in content; inside me was this unexpected peace, who would've thought that the son of Lucifer could ever make me feel this good? Was now going to be punished for giving into a devil? For some reason I could no longer make myself worry about this.

"Our child." My eyes flew wide open. What!

To be continued...



The Dark One



The cool night breeze woke her from her slumber. How long had she been asleep? She did not know, but she knew that he had not come to her. She would have awoken in an instant if he had, so strong is her desire for him. She stood and stretched her wings. AHHHH, that's better. Then she shimmers in the darkness and transforms into her mortal form... a Dutch beauty with long flowing blonde hair and blue green eyes the color of the ocean. She saunters to the pond to bathe in the moonlight, hips swaying as she walks. The water is cool and refreshing to her hot skin. Transforming raises her body temperature and that, along with her passion, has her burning up. Silently she swims, diving under the water every now and then to move among the inhabitants of the pond. They see her as no threat in her mortal form, and happily swim along beside her. When she has tired, she emerges from the water and stretches her body out on the grass, feeling the moonlight recharge her energy. She lies there staring up at the stars, comfortable in her oneness with the universe. Suddenly, the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She sits up with a start and scans the landscape with her razor sharp eyes. He is near...she can feel him - his darkness enveloping her like a blanket. Then she sees him standing by the tree that she was perched in not so long ago. He is large in stature, his wings surely more than 15 feet across. She stands up and waits for him. He must make the first move. That is how it is written, that is how it shall be. 

She casts her eyes to the ground, her sign of submission to him. She feels a breeze and suddenly he is standing in front of her. He cups her chin in his hand and slowly raises it until she meets his eyes. She feels as if she is drowning in their murky depths. Without a sound, he sweeps her into his arms and carries her to the tree. As he places her gently on the ground, she looks up at him in wonder. That a dark one such as he could be so gentle amazes her. Silently she wonders if she is doing the right thing. In her dark heart she knows what she wants. Silently, without words, she asks him the question that is burning in her mind. "Are you prepared to have me and all that I can give to you without having to search elsewhere for fulfillment, my King? I am ready to give myself to you. It is your decision to make. I will abide by your wishes immortal one...." Patiently she waits for his answer

He lowers himself to the ground beside her, and she reaches for him cautiously, not wanting him to know just how much she needs him right now. She looks at him, waiting for a sign of approval. The look in his eyes said all that she needs to hear. He lowers his face to hers and kisses her softly on the lips. Snaking her arms around his neck, she responds to him with a passion that has lain dormant for far too long. A low growl rumbles deep in his throat, and for an instant she thinks that she has offended him in some way. Her fear is quickly put aside when his kiss become more passionate... and more urgent. She opens her eyes to look at him and is startled to see the glow that is emanating from his body. She had heard of this, but had never seen it for herself. It pleases her to know that he is responding to her so powerfully; that his desire matches her own in intensity. She pulls back and looks into his eyes.... they are glowing as well. She softly runs a finger along his cheekbone, down under his chin, his neck, finally resting in the cleft of his throat. Replacing her finger with her mouth, she begins to leave a trail of kisses along his collarbone, back up to his neck, finding the spot she is looking for. A moan escapes his lips and he tilts his head so that she might have better access to him. With a growl of her own, her fangs sink into his neck, drinking of him and savoring his taste on her lips. When satiated, she pulls back and offers up her own neck to him. He strokes her hair lovingly, and then lowers his mouth to hers. His tongue plays along her lips, teasing her and exciting her beyond all rational thought. This must be what mortals mean when they speak of sweet torture, she thinks. In answer, he moves to her neck. As he sinks his teeth into her, she cannot remember a time when she had felt such ecstasy. She was up in the heavens, yet down on the Earth. She was everywhere, yet she was nowhere. She was on fire, yet she shivered with her desire. 

He was still in his primal form, not bothering to shift into his human aspect. They both had the ability to walk among mortals, and sometimes she felt more comfortable in that form. Tonight though, she was feeling her primal urges start to creep up and silently wondered if he would desire her to be as he was. 

Reading her thoughts he replied in a low voice, "No. Retain your human form. It both excites me and is pleasing to look at." 

As if to emphasize his point, he lets a clawed finger run lazily down her cheek and over her still bleeding neck to her chest. She inhales sharply as she feels his touch on her breast, massaging and kneading it under his palm, being careful not to claw her body. Yet. Feeling her arch towards his hand he withdraws it as if in punishment. When she looks at him with the question in her eyes he simply growls deeply and lowers his head a bit to let his tongue replace his hand.

Feeling his mouth on her was exquisite. His tongue danced circles around first one nipple, and then moved to the other. She was again amazed at how gentle his touch was, and surprised by how erotic she was finding this human form to be. Having him primal and her human was almost unheard of; usually mating was done by both him and his female in their natural form. But she was feeling things in this human body that she'd never felt before during her previous mating rituals in her normal body. She feels his teeth clamp over her nipple and bite hard and she wraps her arms around his broad back, clawing him with her hands as he tortures the very core of her being.

He withdraws his tongue from her and she hears herself gasp as the cool night breeze blew over the wetness where his mouth had once been. He leans backwards and pulls her towards him, his clawed hands tangling in the blonde hair that falls about her shoulders. She instinctively knows what to do with the Dark One, and lowers her head downwards between his slightly spread thighs. She grasps him in first one hand, and then both, beginning to stroke his member in slow but firm motions. Once again, he growls low within his throat at her touch. She had been with mortal men in her human form and knew of the ways the women pleased those men, but she could not remember the ritual including what it was she was longing to do. She wonders if it would be displeasing to him, and if she would be rejected because of it, but looking down at him in her hands, she couldn't resist what she longed to show him any longer.

She lowers her head and runs her tongue over the head of his sex organ, feeling his body stiffen when she does. She does not care though, for this is how she longs to please him for now and if she is to pay the consequence for going outside of the ritual standards, so be it. He was the one who had told her to remain human, so human she would be. She opens her eyes and looks upwards at him, seeing if she could judge his facial reactions but his head was leaned backwards and she couldn't see. Still looking up, she slides him slowly into her mouth, licking and sucking his shaft along the way. She feels his grip in her hair tighten, and to her surprise press her face even more firmly into him. This act slid him further into her mouth until he was touching the back of her throat and she has to shift just a bit to accommodate his wide girth when he did so.

Swallowing him completely down her now open throat, she feels his hips arch against her mouth and begin to move in a slow and steady rhythm. His grip becomes even more possessive, pushing her head into him in time with his thrusts. She applies hard suction to his shaft, her eyes never once leaving the space where his face would be. When he did manage to look down at her, his eyes glowed with an intensity that she didn't know existed. They were as 2 red suns, illuminating the ground around them like the torchlight's that were used in the villages. His verbal responses were all the incentive she needed to keep going, as she knew that she was pleasing him and hoping that it was in a way that he had never experienced before. She knew that his mates before her had always been in primal form, but didn't know if they'd also stepped outside of protocol and practiced and performed this act upon him. He was enjoying it though, made no move to stop her, and was actually encouraging her sucking his cock. She had no doubt that if she'd done the wrong thing she would already be dead at his feet. The Dark One was merciless, no matter who he was up against... including those who were chosen as his mates. More than once, he'd left the lifeless body of his intended lying in a heap because of her inadequacies. But for now, her entire reason for existing was solely to please him. To gain his acceptance. To become his mate not only in action but also for eternity. She would not fail like others had before her.

She uses both hands again, pumping him in rhythm with her mouth and his thrusts. Growls emanate from his throat and with a long howl into the silent night, he takes her hair and pulls her off of him to turn her around onto all fours. The traditional mating position for their kind. 

She feels him behind her; his body pressing against her, his cock sliding between the cheeks of her ass. He wasn't trying to enter her there, just rubbing himself up and down in that unfamiliar area, and getting her slick with his wetness. She hears his wings fluttering in the breeze, feels his grip on her human hips tighten, and he parts her legs with his, giving him an even wider area to work with. He leans down over her, his chest touching her back and it sends little jolts of electricity throughout her body. Then... his hand is on her sex, feeling, probing, and teasing. He claws up the inside of her inner thigh and she hears herself hiss at the pain. Not because it hurt her so much as it excited her and made her want him with her animalistic lust. She could feel herself start the transformation and tried to hold it back as long as she could, wanting to be able to feel this forbidden deliciousness forever. 

When he slid a finger inside of her she almost jumped because of his claws. She was worried about the pain she would experience, but surprisingly, there was none. She felt no claws inside of her only his finger probing, massaging, and rubbing. She began to rock back and forth against him making sure to keep in rhythm with his hand. She was so slick that he had no trouble inserting even another finger inside of her, stretching her in the most delicious way imaginable. She rises up... half squatting on her knees to lean back against him and wrap her arms behind his neck to pull him against her even tighter. In this position, she rode his fingers as they moved in and out, raising and lowering herself up and down onto them. Her breathing begins to quicken and she tilts her lower half back, feeling his cock against her ass once again and his fingers inside of her. It was getting to be more than she could stand.

As if sensing her desire, he forcibly pushes her back onto all fours, and enters her from behind in one hard thrust. His fingers were now out of her, and he reaches around to play with her human clit. To him it feels strange, as he was used to the body of his kind, but at the same time it excited him to no end to see this human form before him. So subservient, so compliant, so willing to take him in his primal form. Indeed, she was different, if not special, and he made his decision.

He rises up on his knees and runs his claws down her back, drawing 8 lines of blood as he does so. She lets out a scream; not the scream of a human in pain, but the wail of a creature in ecstasy. That wail is all he needs to drive him even closer to his own breaking point. Grunting with his animal passion, he fucked his new possession the way the ritual called for. Yes, she would be his. No other mortal or creature would have her. She was his and his alone. Gripping her hips, he thrusts into her mercilessly; over and over and over, his seed building inside of him. She rocks her hips back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, not giving an inch, and taking all that he could give to her. He feels her hand reach between her legs and grab his member... gripping it as he moved in and out of her so that he was always wrapped in warmth or squeezed tightly... never a moments break from the sweet pressure.

Her breaths were coming in rapid gasps now. Feeling him inside of her, her own hand gripping him, but rubbing against her most sensitive spot at the same time, she wasn't sure how long she could wait. The ritual called for them to climax together, as that was the ultimate test of control for their kind. She felt herself begin to transform and kept it in check. Not yet. Not now. This was what he wanted and she would not let him down, but it was oh so hard to not let it take over her completely. He pounded her harder and deeper know, rocking her human body forward with every single thrust. She couldn't keep up with him, his intensity surpassed her own. She waited for the time, waited for the signal that they would become one. She would be his mate, his Queen.


She didn't have to wait long. His wail broke the still night air with its intensity and loudness, and the forest creatures around them ran in fear. She, however, rocks back against him harder. He leans forward and sinks his fangs deep into her neck on the opposite side of where he'd done the same thing previously. His mark. He had chosen her for his, and she knew in that instant they were bonded together for eternity. The Dark One and his Queen....

With his fangs still buried in her human flesh, he wraps one huge arm around her and pulls her against him tightly. She hears his ragged breathing in her ear, knew his time had come, and that in and of itself was enough to send the first waves of her own climax washing over her body. Feeling her muscles tighten around him, his seed started spilling into her; filling her, cleansing her, washing her. Together they become one and the night air was filled with growls, wails, howls, and primal roars of the ancient creatures in the clearing beneath the lone tree. She closes her eyes, feeling him fill her, the warmth of his orgasm running down the inside of her thigh as her own climax reached its peak and subsided. They stayed frozen in time... neither moving after the mating was complete, only savoring the sensations that were still washing over their bodies.

Slowly, he exits her, pulling backwards as she falls forward onto her forearms to steady herself. Her form is shaking from the intensity she'd just experienced and she rolls over languidly onto her side, waiting to see if he would join her. He did. He once again runs his clawed fingers over her body... her stomach, her chest, up to her face and into her hair. He looks at her intently for a few moments, studying this form that had pulled him so strongly to this spot tonight.

When he was done, he kissed the wound on her neck, and met her eyes with his own again. "You are now mine," he says. She places her hand on the side of his face, and with all of the love she has in her soul replies, "Yes...and you are mine. Eternally"



The Dark One Calls



The night was cold and dark. Lilly wanted to kick herself. Why did she insist on walking home? Her friend had offered her a ride. But no she needed to feel the cool air on her skin. Well she was really feeling it now as the wind picked up out of nowhere. She pulled her coat tighter around her and quickened her pace.

Just then on the deserted street she heard footsteps, matching her own as she sped up. "Ok," Lilly thought. "Your just being paranoid I'm sure you're not the only one stupid enough to walk home late at night." Never the less she took a quick look behind her. No one just a dark deserted street, with a sigh of relief she continued on. Then as she neared the park the footsteps started again, matching hers, step for step. "Ok so maybe I will go around the park," She thought. It isn't really a park it's actually a small piece of woods at the corner of town but it did cut at least thirty minutes off her walk. Well the faster home the better, she decided and into the park she went.

The air was suddenly so still she stole a quick glance back and there he was a tall figure in a long flowing coat. Lilly picked up her pace and looked back to see how much space she was putting between her and the stranger. "That can't be!" She thought. "I am practically running and he's closing the gap." Now she could tell it was a man in a long black coat. "Ok don't panic," She thought "just get home," but then as if expecting a dash he was there standing in front of her. She stopped dead in her tracks. He just stared at her with eyes as black as the night. "Ok I am no beauty by any stretch." She thought. "So maybe he's lost or something." Ok the direct approach. "Are you lost, Do you need help?" Lilly asked.

A slow smile spread across his lips causing her to shrink back. Ok doesn't need help, time to run for it. But when she went to take a step her feet where frozen on the spot. Now she was scared. 

"What do you want?" She stammered. "I will scream!" 

He laughed then. "No I don't think you will." He said. 

"Please I'll give you what ever you want." She said. 

"I know you will." He said. He reached out with long ghost white fingers and touched her face. Warmth began to seep through her entire body. Just as she was aware that he had closed any distance between them everything went dark and she felt herself falling.

She came to in what looked to be a small cabin. It was dark but she could see the outline of trees outside through the one small window. The room was cold and the dark made it hard to tell any details. 

Suddenly she realized with a shudder she was tied to some sort of headboard. Not only that but her clothes were gone she was completely naked. One good look in the light and he will probably hand me my clothes and utter some horrible excuse about making a big mistake and show me the door. Wait, what the hell was I thinking! Some sick bastard has me naked and tied to a bed and I'm worried about my self-image. "That's rich" Lilly thought. Ok pull yourself together. Just as she was slowing her breathing down she saw him, sitting in the corner of the room. He was watching her, just sitting and watching. "Ok what the hell do you want with me?" She cried. 

"Oh you will see." He said. With that he rose from the chair and walked toward her. He knelt by the bed and absently ran his fingers down her arm. That same warmth threatened to engulf her again but at the last minute he pulled away. "You see," He said. "I don't need the restraints but I find it much more enjoyable to have both my hands free." 

"Who are you?" She whispered. 

"Your worst dream," He said with a smile. 

"You obviously have gotten a good look at me by now. I'm not the enticing type." she said. 

He laughed at that. "You seem quite calm about this." he said. 

"Well I just figure you've made a mistake and as soon as you come to your senses you will untie me and I will run back to reality and never think of this again." she said. 

"I assure you I have made no mistake. I felt you long before my eyes fell on you. You are strong," He said. "Not only that but you are a highly sexual creature."

This time she was the one who laughed. She couldn't believe this, here she was naked as the day she was born talking to this tall dark stranger who accosted her and has her tied to a bed talking to her like they were meeting at the market or something. "Now I know you're mistaken." She said. "My life is anything but sexual." She stammered. 

"No that is where you are wrong; tonight I will show you what you are capable of. And what your body is capable of feeling." Now the fear began to seep into her. She wasn't going to be able to talk her way out of this. She was absolutely helpless even if she wasn't tied, for some reason she was sure she would be just as captive. He was still carefully running his hands over her arms but now he was moving downward. She tried to jerk away and he chuckled. "It would be so much more pleasurable if you would just relax. I will not hurt you. The pleasure you feel tonight will be unlike any you will ever experience." 

As he gazed at her she felt herself becoming lost in his eyes. She believed him and as she thought that, her body began to respond. Everywhere he touched; her body tingled, causing constant shudders through her. What was happening to her, she thought. "This man, this dark one, who the hell was he?" He has such power she could feel it crawling over her skin. Then all at once it hit her. He wasn't human or at least what is normally called human. As if sensing her thought he looked up at her from the foot of the bed were he had ended up. His eyes, those dark black eyes, were now blood red. Lilly gasped. "That's right," He said. "I have, shall we say, special talents." Then he smiled to show a long set of fangs. She screamed then. He calmly sat and watched her till she was quiet. "There do you feel better now?" He asked. "Yes I am a vampire but I have already told you I will not harm you." 

"I am looking for something other then dinner at the moment. I have already fed and if need be I can, how would you say, have a snack and you would find it quite enjoyable I promise. Now if you are through I would like to continue." With that he ran his fingers up the inside of her thighs but instead of struggling she found her body responding to his touch. Not only responding but actually trembling with need. Tracing slow circles on the inside of her thigh she started to squirm. She was actually trying to will his hand to move further up her legs. At that instant she craved his touch more then her life's breathe. 

"What are you doing to me?" She whispered. 

"Ah you feel it now don't you? I am the only person on this earth that can make you feel this way with just a touch of my hand imagine if I were to do this?" With that his fingers plunged between her spread legs. Her body exploded as her back arched violently. The scream that escaped her lips was more animal then human. The scream continued, and then all of a sudden he withdrew his fingers. A cry of frustration rose from her. 

"Please" she moaned. "Please..." She lay writhing on the bed, unable to control body. 

"No, I set the pace for this night and me alone." With that he bent and sank his fangs into the tender flesh of her inner thigh. She screamed, the pain was so sharp and sudden but then it changed and as he sucked she once again stared to writhe under him. Head thrown back she could barely breathe but then just the soft feathery touch of his tongue licking the small wound. "Waste not want not," He said with a sigh, and looked up into her eyes. 

"Oh god please I can't take it, it's too much!" She moaned. 

"Oh no you're even close to what you can take." And his tongue began to trace a line up her inner thigh. She twisted away from him and he sat back. "Well I think you need some encouragement." He whispered. He reached out and with just his fingertips began to gently tease her clit. She bucked wildly her body trying to push onto his fingers more she needed more. Then his head was between her legs. He sighed, "How sweet you are." And his tongue began to torment her mercilessly. He twirled his tongue over her sensitive flesh ripping moan after moan from her. 

"Please I can't take it anymore please..."

"Please what sweetness? What is it you want?"

"Oh god, please don't make me say it, I can't."

"Oh yes you can and you will or this stops right now." 

"Oh god no no I will do anything you want. Just don't leave me like this." She pleaded. "All you have to do is tell me what you want. Look into my eyes and tell me you want me to fuck you till you scream...." 

"Oh god yes please fuck me, fuck me raw!" 

A soft chuckle escaped his lips "You know I think that was just a little too easy for you." No oh god please I told you what I wanted I did what you asked." 

"Yes and you were oh so obedient. But you know what, I think I like you writhing under me begging me better. So shall we continue?" 

"Oh god you are going to kill me!" She murmured, but he had other things on his mind. His eyes bore into her pulling her into the darkness. Then she felt his hair caressing her inner thigh and she arched up to meet his lips. But just then his fangs once again pierced her skin this time the other thigh. It was sudden and she wasn't expecting it she screamed out as he sucked the tender flesh into his mouth. Then he stopped.

"You know," He said. "I could keep this up all night." Sweat was beginning to trickle down her breasts to her stomach.

"Please I can't take it anymore. It is too much." He rose up from between her legs and staring into her eyes drove his cock deep into her. Her back arched violently off the bed as his cock pushed deeper into her forcing cry after cry from her. He was relentless pushing himself harder and deeper into her. She writhed uncontrollably underneath him.

"Oh god yes oh god!" She cried. 

"God has nothing to do with this." He said with a smile, and reared his head back and sank his fangs into her neck, blinding pain as she screamed her orgasm over and over till there was nothing but darkness. 

When she awoke the room was still dark and she was so sore she could barely move. She turned her head slightly only to see she was alone and no longer tied. The room was completely empty. Oh god what the hell just happened to me. There is no way that was a dream. Then she raised a hand to her neck and her fingers traced two small puncture wounds.

She gasped as a voice in the dark said, "That is just the beginning sweetness, until next time." Then everything went dark.



The Dark One Ch. 02



(Sorry it a bit for me to submit the second part, as to a few quetsions I received I'm not into devil worship or dark magic though these things intrigue me and yes, the story does have some autobiographical elements that came from something that I now believe was a dream. Any comments are welcome, thanks and enjoy.)

I turned brown eyes wide with shock towards the male perfection that lay beneath me. 

"Our what?" I whispered, my new found peace steadily leaking out of me.  Smug amber eyes stared up at me. Then before I could get out another word he rolled me onto my back and trapped me beneath him. One of his powerful hands trailed back down to my stomach, but this time his touch was possessive.

"Don't worry. You'll get used to it lover." He murmured.

Anger surged through me in one powerful wave and I got ready to blast him – when he placed a tender kiss on my lips that had my eyes fluttering shut, it was as if I was melting into the bed.

He tricked you, a voice whispered in my head. It was enough to snap me out of my spell and I shoved him away with all my might... only to find myself staring at the dark emptiness of my room.

A dream? Relief coursed through me and my heart which had been banging against my ribcage, slowed down somewhat. Feeling dazed from the drugging effects of sleep I pushed myself into a sitting position...and froze when the sheets slid down to reveal my stark naked body...and a very real small bump that had never been there before.

Our child. As the words echoed in my head all I could do was fall back on my bed with a scream of despair.

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It had been two weeks since my encounter with that devil... and I hadn't so much as felt his presence since then... but unfortunately things were definitely not back to the way they used to be before I... I allowed myself to give into that thing. My belly was now the size of a football...obviously the baby was as unnatural as the thing that had fathered it. And that was not the only thing, as I had found myself starting to care for the little bump...something seemed to happen to me. It was as if I began to have two personalities in me. One that was the normal me... and the other that had the most...darkest urges...not to mention that that part of me seemed to have some kind of control over things. Strange though, that I only became aware of that presence when I was overcome by some kind of strong emotion.

Thinking about it I felt a shiver go through me as I opened the door to my apartment. As I let myself in, I thought about the nights I'd woken up...that alien part of me craving him. Craving that which had ruined me. At that moment, sensing as if sensing my turmoil the baby gave a strong kick against my side. I grimaced a bit with discomfort and rubbed a hand on the spot, trying to soothe the being within me.

I locked the door and turned to carry on down the corridor, only to freeze in my tracks when I saw a soft glow lighting the dark hall. It was coming from my living room. I felt my eyes narrow. Whereas before I would have stiffened in dread, now I felt that strange side come to the surface and it told me what the cause of that glow was. Longing and anger infiltrated my veins, feeding the mixture of emotions all over me.

I tossed my keys onto the small table by the door and made my way in the dark to the source of the glow. And as I reached the door to the living room all I could manage was a gasp at what I saw there.

My living room which had always been soothing with neutral colours in beige and white was now made of red walls that were bathed by the soft light of countless red and white candles held up in elegant candelabras, there were orchids everywhere, the whiteness of them making a startling contrast with the darkened red walls. Everything in the room seemed intense. On the floor there was a volume of red satin sheets strewn everywhere.

"I thought you'd look at home in this setting. I was right." A disembodied voice whispered softly into the room. "Although there is just one thing I would change."

The windows of my living room opened softly and a soft breeze blew at my now red curtains, it came into the room, making the soft candle light flicker as it swirled around the room before brushing against my clothes and in the next instance I felt the satin sliding against my bear skin and looked down to find a black kimono with red flowers on my body, cut just beneath the curve of my ass.

Then there were arms curving possessively over my enlarged midriff and I felt that lean long body fit itself to mine. My body tightened in anticipation even as I seethed with uncontrolled anger at his highhandedness. Gripping his arms firmly I pried them off me with a strength that I did not have... so either he let me pry them off or...I had grown stronger.

"Hmm," he murmured as I turned to face him, "developing nicely aren't we lover?" 

I snorted and folded my arms on top of my bump. "So you're back." The words came out with a bitterness that I hadn't even been aware of wanting to use. It made it sound like I had missed him. What's wrong with me?

"Missed me?" He asked arching sexy brows over his amazing eyes. No! Unfortunately that part of me wasn't in control right now and all I did was turn my head away from him angrily and tap a furious beat on the floor with my foot.

"And what's this all about?" I demanded, my eyes running over the canvas of red which was now my living room.

"It's for you."

I glared at him. "I don't like it; I thought I told you that I don't want anything from you." I hissed at him. I have no idea what was wrong with me, I sounded awfully brave. He could squash me with his pinky, and here I was, risking his anger – yet again. And I already knew well where that had ended the last time.

At this he crossed his arms over his own chest and it was then that I realised that he wasn't wearing the customary suit he always wore. He was dressed in a robe, a black satin robe just like mine... Against my will I felt my mouth water. I couldn't help it, he might be evil incarnate but he was still the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. As it was, he didn't even seem to become mildly riled by my words; he just shrugged and stepped closer to me, his hands settling on my distended stomach.

"Is baby doing ok?" He asked, for a second resembling a child with the gleeful enthusiasm he displayed in the question.

"It grew like this in two weeks!!!" I shouted, my anger boiling over and suddenly I wasn't in control anymore, I felt the alien presence in me infuse itself with my anger and it was almost like I became a spectator. "You didn't even warn me you bastard!"

"Don't shout my beauty," he said in a soothing tone, wrapping me up in those wonderful arms, "you'll upset the –" he didn't finish as I shoved him away angrily and he slammed into the wall behind him.

Whoa! How the hell did I do that? I mean, sure, I wasn't a weakling but two weeks ago I had repeatedly tried to push him away from me and it had been like a feather trying top make a dent on concrete. And now I just pushed and he hit a wall?

He straightened away from the wall and that glint came into his eyes. "I see you're feeling a little bit upset my beauty."

If he was trying to rile me up he was hitting all the right spots. "You left me alone with your baby!!! It isn't exactly normal is it? It grew in two damn weeks!" I shouted. What was I saying for god's sake? I want him to leave me alone, so why the hell am I complaining. "You said I was your's but as soon as you put this little monster inside me you leave?" As I shouted that last word, a gust of wind burst into the room and extinguished all of the candles, plunging us into darkness. I had a feeling that it wasn't him. "You do nothing but harass me days on end Lucien – you LOCKED me in a room with you juts so you can get me into bed and then you LEAVE!"

Then in a flash I was before him. Literally. But in my anger I did not even realise I was doing it. "You used me." Jesus I sounded insane, I know I did, but it was like I was possessed. "So now I'll return the favour." I purred, the sound so unlike myself. 

Then I was on him like a rash. My hands were tearing at the robe even as my teeth licked in the strong column of his throat, and felt rather than heard his sharp gasp of surprise at my actions. But as I tasted his skin it only made the frenzy inside me all the worse. I shoved the robe feverishly from his shoulders and my hands fell to his chest...that smooth golden expanse of skin that seemed to make me delirious, allowing only the need for more to grow in me. 

"Be careful." He hissed, even as he grabbed my arms hard, in a hold that I knew would produce bruises later on. But I welcomed it. I wanted him to feel the way I had felt the last time. Crazy with lust. And with that uppermost in my mind I trailed my hands down to his stomach...allowed my fingers to tease for a little bit just above the his cock...then I 'accidentally' brushed my thumb against a vein that throbbed beneath the soft skin of his hard length. It seemed to snap the little self control he had been trying so hard to exert and he didn't even seem to remember that he could just wish my clothes away. Instead he just ripped the kimono off me... and then stilled.

Surprised because I hadn't expected him to stop once he had me naked, I pulled my teeth away from where they had been grazing mercilessly over and over his neck, making the skin an angry red, and looked up at him to see his eyes trained on my breasts. He looked mesmerized by them.

"What's wrong?" My voice shook from the power of the lust that was driving me.

At my question his hands came up and gently but firmly cupped my breasts. "They're bigger." He said in an awed voice. My eyes widened a little in surprise, I had noticed that phenomenon but I hadn't particularly taken any happiness from it. I had been so used to small breasts that when they had started to swell it had actually alarmed me. But now I wasn't that upset about it as he lowered his head, having to practically stoop, as he pushed the two heavy globes together and ran his tongue down the valley he had produced. My head lolled back on my neck as I felt the pleasure knife through me...they felt so much more sensitive to his touch. A smile that shocked the inner me, curved my lips as I gave myself up completely to his ministrations and I wrapped my hand around that thick rod, and gave it a light squeeze. 

He lifted his head from my breasts and groaned in pleasure. "Yessssss..." his hand moved down to where mine held him and he gripped it almost painfully, making me tighten my fingers on him before moving my hand up and down on him, "for some reason," he began breathlessly, "I wasn't expecting you to greet me in quite this way my beauty." Then he leant forward, caught my jaw in his hand and opened his mouth over mine, luring me into a kiss so carnal that my stroking faltered. His tongue was plunging into my mouth in a way that had me making mewling noises in the depths of my throat. His hands slowly let go of me as I continued to kiss him all on my own and settled once again on my stomach, an area that he seemed to be very obsessed with. "Mine," he husked against my lips, "you're both all mine."

That brought to mind what I was supposed to be doing so I pushed him back against the wall and before he could pull me to him I slid down to my knees and steadied his cock. Then I flicked him one look from under my eyelashes before giving a light lick to his blunt head. In my weird state, the bead of pre-cum that hit my tongue was like an aphrodisiac and as his hands locked in my hair, I started to run my lips over his head over and over again...slowly.

"You're playing with me again," he breathed as he leaned his head back against the wall and thrust his hips forward, trying to make me take more of him but I stubbornly kept to the tip and for his impertinence I ran my tongue around the tip of him as I closed my lips around him again. Then I added a suck for good measure and felt his hands tighten almost painfully in my hair. "More." He demanded; his voice was rough now as he urged me to take more. "Do it." 

I resisted the urge to laugh and took another inch of him into my mouth. "Again," he groaned, "deeper beauty, deeper." His voice, sounding so husky so desperate was like some kind of spell and suddenly my intent to make him beg changed to pleasing him as he wanted to be pleased. And so I took him deeper and before dragging my lips back to the tip, feeling every raised vein in his hot arousal, it was as if it was pulsing in my mouth and he caught my head even tighter as I allowed him to begin thrusting into my mouth. "Use your tongue beauty...like you did before – yessssss, just like that." This time he sounded like he'd regained some of his control back and I really didn't want that, so I caught his hips and held him still with the strength I still found so disconcerting and begun sucking at him hard, my lips working that hard rod as hard as I could and I heard him shout in mindless pleasure.

He was getting bigger in my mouth and I knew he was just about to – he pulled my mouth away in a sharp yank that made m yelp as he held me there on my knees, neck arched a she held my hair wrapped around his fist. I gasped as still holding onto my hair he walked around me to drop to his knees behind me. He tugged on my hair again and I arched my back with a gasp.

"I think you've had enough taste of control haven't you beauty?" He breathed against my neck as he ran his tongue up the place where shoulder swept up into neck only to stop at my ear.

"Not nearly enough!" I gasped as one of his hands rubbed my belly and the other followed crept down and over the large mound of my stomach to dip in between my legs. Everything about me was extra sensitive and I held my breath as I waited for the fabulous sensation of his fingers stretching me open.

"Should I? Or do you want to carry on with your little games? Hmm, beauty?" He murmured as he bit my lobe.

I gritted my teeth and instead of answering him I caught his fingers and pressed them into me, raking my bottom lip with my teeth from the incredible pleasure that engulfed me as they sank in deep. "Ohh." I cried and thrust myself on those incredibly strong fingers.

"So you did like my surprise." He said I could hear the smile that was on his face from his tone of voice. But I was still too volatile and I wasn't willing to submit to his charms and allow him dominance once more. Not when I had the power of his child inside me. After the baby was gone I would never again be on equal footing with him, so this could be my only chance to be his equal – not in nature perhaps, no matter how angry I got. Biting the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out again at the pleasure his fingers inside me were creating, I inched back against him until I felt his erection rubbing against the cheeks of my ass. I heard his gasp even as he tried to stifle it and his hand on my stomach stilled even as the other kept on going. I began rocking against him lightly, widening my legs so that his cock slid further down and nestled at my folds.

"I like your surprise just fine." I moaned back at him as my own pleasure increase as his blunt head nudged at my entrance and brushed his own fingers. "But what do you really want for it?" This time my voice was all heat and I felt him nudge forward, though not with his fingers. I turned my face into his neck and tilted my face up so that I could nip his chin. "Are you coming in Lucien?" I breathed his name into his skin and followed it with a sharp brutal suck that I felt sure would leave its mark on his perfect skin. "Are you?"

But it was me who sucked my breath in stunned surprise as he slid me back so that his thighs held me partially up and then without removing his fingers from me, he thrust his way slowly into my tight channel. "God!" I choked, falling forward and bracing myself with one hand on the floor. It was hard to get him in last time – but with the added width of his fingers? He seemed to be sure I could take it though as he continued to push his length steadily into me, spreading me as he continued to move his fingers inside me. It made me breathe heavier as the forth movement of his cock shoving its way into me counter the contrasting movement of his fingers that kept up their in and out jerks at a faster pace. 

"You'll never win power games with me beauty." He murmured before lowering his mouth to my spine and kissing its line, making me thrust back into his length. I cried out as I felt my inner muscles give all of a sudden and he rushed into me all at once, driving my breath from my lungs. At the same time the baby kicked against the exact spot where Lucien's hand was and all the sensations had me grinding back on the hardness that impaled me. "You see that, he knows." He groaned as he started to pull out, dragging his fingers along before letting them settle on my clit. Another gasp escaped my parted lips. "He knows that you're mine, he knows that I'm the one who fathered him. All we need now is for you to accept me isn't it beauty?" Then with that he shoved back in.

I hissed. "But I'm never going to be like you." I gritted as he lunged again and again, as if he was trying to dig deep into me. If he wasn't careful he'd probably hurt the baby he'd worked so hard to get in me. 

He leaned over my back and increased the pace, moving both his hands up to cup my swaying breasts...and then catching my nipples between his thumb and his forefinger. "Who said I wanted you to be like me?" He whispered and he thrust again, deeper. I arched my back with the pleasure, like before I was at that place where I was beyond coherent thought and all I could do was pant like an animal as I felt him ram into me like the demon from hell that he was. "Right now all I want is for you to come for me, to come hard." 

At that I reared back and wrapped my arm around his neck, then thrust myself on him hard. He wanted me to come that was fine, but he'd come with me. As I felt my climax begin, I reached down between my legs, further between his and caught his sac in my hand. His body jerked. I gave them a squeezing caress and that's when I won. Behind me he cried out, his arm slid up to catch me to him hard just under my breasts, his mouth buried itself at my neck and he bit me hard, and that was all I needed to allow myself to go with him.

We shook uncontrollably with the strong climax and toppled sideways, legs intertwined, my hand still between his legs and his cock still spurting inside me. Unlike the first time I felt a little ache between my legs and it seemed to echo our frantic heartbeats. 

Then just as our breathing slowed down and the strange presence inside me started receding, our baby kicked again, reminding me that with my wanton behaviour I had solved nothing.



The Dark One Ch. 03



(This is the last part in my 'The Dark One' stories, I hope you enjoyed them and that the ending is to your liking. Please remember that feedback and comments are extremely helpful so feel free to give me any. Thanks ;) Alicexxx)

I lay there, his arms still wound around me, his legs intertwined with mine. My heart had slowed down somewhat and he had fallen still behind me, all I could hear was his light breathing. Did devils sleep? I wondered. Against my side I felt the baby kick and I passed a hand almost unconsciously to soothe the little life inside me with a small caress. I shivered a little bit and snuggled closer to him, we were still on the floor, his back to my front, spooned up under a blanket that he had just summoned into life to flare around us. Even the floor didn't feel so hard beneath me and I was pretty sure that that was his handiwork as well.

I sighed and rolled away from him, sweeping my robe off the floor where it had been dropped next to us, I pulled it over my naked body and stood for a second glancing down at his sleeping form. 

He was so beautiful, and he looked so sweet and innocent as he lay there on my floor. I sighed and ran a shaky hand through my hair before turning from him and heading for my kitchen to make something to eat. Ever since getting pregnant I'd been eating like a pig, couldn't seem to keep my hands off of food, but yet, I hadn't gained an ounce, the only difference you could see was my belly and my breasts. 

I made myself some coffee and a bagel, given that this wasn't a normal pregnancy and my baby wasn't a normal baby I didn't think that the caffeine would do any harm. Slipping onto a stool I took a sip from the hot mug and then twisted my hair into some kind of bun at my nape before leaning my elbows on the counter and staring off into space. I sighed.

This was not what had been supposed to happen. He had left me in this situation and it had been time for him to hear a peace of my mind. But what did I do? I threw myself at him and had crazy sex with him on the floor... and in the middle of a very heavy and unusual pregnancy. Really, there was something seriously wrong with me. 

Without any warning I felt something soft and warm brush against the back of my neck. It felt so nice and familiar. He felt so nice and familiar. But he wasn't nice...and as for familiar...

"I can hear the wheels in your head turning...don't you ever just...relax?" He murmured against my neck. I felt his arms snake around my swollen waist to wrap around me just below my breasts.

"With you around?" I asked, lifting a quizzing eyebrow even though he couldn't see my face.

His teeth grazed the side of my neck, going up to nip my lobe as his hands slid a little bit higher and cupped my sensitive breasts through the robe. The tips stiffened instantly and I sighed again, allowing myself to lean back against him. "But I'm starting to think that you like having me around sweet."

I turned in my stool and my eyes met his golden ones. My expression was grave. "Be honest with me Lucien." His eyes closed as if he was savouring the sound of his name on my lips. "What is the purpose of this?"

At that question he opened his eyes again and after holding my gaze for a few seconds he released me and stepped back, going around the counter to sit in a stool opposite me. He'd pulled his robe back on too... only his wasn't belted and I could see absolutely everything, including the part which was standing hard and away from his body. My lips went dry and I forced myself to look up at his face, only to see a knowing smirk pasted on it.

"Why does there have to be a purpose?" he asked as he settled on he stool and then picked up one of my hands to toy with.

"Come on, you didn't just harass me for months on end to get me pregnant for no reason Lucien. What's this all about?"

He shrugged, dropping my hand and looking around my kitchen with a bored look on his beautiful face. I shook my head and raised my mug to my lips, needing a fortifying sip of caffeine in order to go on dealing with this man... creature that sat before me. Then my hands froze with the mug halfway to my lips when he turned his eyes to me once again. They were terrifying in their intensity. "I wanted you." he cocked his head slightly as he watched my eyes flare at his words. "I still want you..." his eyes dropped down to my belly, lingering there with an almost awed expression. "And you have my child inside you."

"But I didn't before, you could have just picked another woman to have your -"

He shook his head, cutting her off mid sentence. "No other woman would have been able to bear my child."

I frowned. "Why not? I'm no different from any other woman."

"That is true... but offspring is not something one of my kind desires, it is not natural for our kind to want to have offspring, unless there is a purpose. And if we don't want to then we don't. It's not exactly a conscious thing...we just do not impregnate if we do not wish to." He dissolved before my eyes, disappearing from the stool he'd been on to reappear beside me once more, kneeling at my feet, hands already sliding up my thighs, underneath the robe. "With you - I wanted to mark you as mine." His eyes focused once again on my stomach, but this time with a feverish glint as he continued to ease my robe up. 

My fingers went slack on the mug and I managed to set it down before I dropped it and spilt coffee all over the kitchen. I watched him at my feet, kneeling there, he was so completely wrapped up in what he was doing that it was fascinating to see. It was probably one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen...funny how every erotic thing I'd seen involved him in it. 

"Why me?" I whispered as my hands went to thread themselves through his silky hair even as he parted my robe and then my thighs. His eyes were glued to my cunt and I shivered in response to his intensity. 

"You were just..." he lowered a kiss to the inner part of my thigh and placed a lingering kiss there and I felt my heat go up, he was so near that place that was already oozing for him, but he wasn't there yet, "the purest thing I'd ever seen... and you know what they say about how opposites attract don't you?" He whispered against her skin and looked up into my eyes as his tongue flicked out and ran a line from my thigh all the way to...

I flung my head back and groaned. His tongue had gone straight for the kill, flicking against my clit before driving insistently inside me, retreating, flicking against my clit again and then as I caught my breath, he caught it gently between his teeth, golden burning eyes still locked with my own, he drew it into his mouth and started sucking.

My hands fisted in his hair and I threw my head back as I let out a scream as I came instantly. "Oh god!!!" I groaned, widening my legs as I rocked my hips against him. He made me feel like I was flying high. I removed my hands from his hair and braced my elbows back on the counter in case my strength chose to desert me completely and I fell off the damn stool. "Lucien!" I panted.

His hands just slid around to my ass and pulled me even closer to him. His mouth doing all sorts of things to me as I gyrated against his mouth. He sucked every last shudder from me before falling back on his heels and looking back up at me, licking his lips as he did so. He looked like a pagan god as he knelt, golden bronze skin bared by the open black robe, lips parted, cheeks slightly flushed, lids low over feverish eyes and his cock jutting out from his body, proudly erect.

I was no longer capable of speech, he seemed to have that effect on me and after the sex battle we'd had earlier that night I wasn't feeling the need to fight with him again. He stood and then in a move that left my heart lurching he swept me up into his arms and next thing I knew I felt dizzy and we were in my room. 

My eyebrows lifted and to my surprise I felt a devilish smile steal over my lips as I looked up at him, my arms still wrapped around his neck. "Again?"

He leaned down and kissed me hard, his tongue surging between my ready lips to rub sinuously against mine. "Again and again and again." He rasped against my lips and something about the tone of his voice, a raw edge that spoke slightly of desperation had my heart warming even though I knew that that was the sign of my doom. It showed that he'd managed to get to me despite everything I had against him, despite every possible wall I'd thrown up in protection of myself. I was falling for Satan's own.

Still holding me he sank onto the edge of the bed and settled me on his lap. That golden gaze never leaving my face. "The robe." He said. It took me a while to understand what he meant as I was very distracted by his hard member probing against my ass as I shifted experimentally on his lap. I reached up to his shoulders and pushed the silk off of them, my hands trailing down his smooth hard back as the material fell away. Just the texture of his skin made me want cry out with insatiable lust for him. He was magnificent and I knew that never again would I ever be with someone that matched up to him.

I looked at him and slowly my hands came around and then flattened against his shoulder blades, I pushed him back on the bed with those predatory eyes on me the whole time until he was lying flat. Watching me with a curious look in his eyes as he stretched his arms up and then slid them beneath his head to pillow it. I slid from his lap and pushed my own robe off. Even though the large belly didn't exactly feel like a blessing to me, I loved the way his eyes would darken as he glanced at it.

I crawled onto the bed and my belly brushed against his erection and he threw his head back on the pillow with a groan as it continued to brush deliciously against my skin until my thighs parted over it. Still on my hands and knees I lowered my head and my hair came loose, falling over onto his stomach in masses of waves and curls... covering me from his view... so that when my tongue swirled into his belly button he almost bucked me off him, his hands came up to hold my head as if to ground himself.

"Beautiful," he husked, sounding mindless with want, "now. No games, not this time."

"No." I agreed against his tight stomach, giving a nip to his hip bone and then one last lick to his belly button, I opened my legs wider, bracing my knees on the mattress. One of my hands wound itself around his hard pulsing erection and guided it into my practically dripping pussy. I wanted to go slow, I wanted to savour it this time. But he sat up with incredible strength, making me straighten with him and my rounded stomach came into contact with his middle, holding him off at quite a little bit of distance then caught my hips in his strong hands and with a strong thrust speared into me.

My nails forged deep into the skin of his shoulders as I cried out loud and ground against him, taking him deeper into me. All thought of going slow gone form my head. 

"Ride me." he whispered against my collar bone as he went about his way stroking alongside it with his tongue, occasionally scraping his teeth against the bone. His hands left my hips and slid upward to cup and caress my tingling breasts. My nipples were so tight that they were almost in pain as I waited for him to pay some kind of attention from them.

Taking him at his words, I started to move against him, not quite going up and down as the belly seemed to kind of hamper when I did that, instead I just ground myself against him, harder and harder with each thrust of him into me. He felt absolutely gorgeous inside me, thick and reaching into the very depths of me. His size was such that felt I would never ever get used to it... but that wasn't exactly a point of complaint.

He pinched my nipples and I groaned, leaning forward to catch his bottom lip between my teeth as I rode him out, my hips moving smoothly with a wet sound coming between our bodies every time he slid back into me. It felt delicious and my lips fused with his as his hands slid back down to my hips, urging me to move faster and harder against him, accompanying his increasingly brutal thrusts.

"That's it," he groaned, "exactly like that."

I'm not sure how I heard that since I was so completely out of my mind with the sensations violating my body that I seemed to be completely detached from anything else... but in the middle of that mindlessness I felt it... as his fingers found their way between our bodies and then pinched my clit with a tiny little pressure.

"Lucien!" That was all I managed to gasp out before I orgasmed so hard that I swear I saw stars. I barely felt his fingers bite into my hips as he pistoned against me and then let out a low savage growl. For the second time, we sank down completely wrapped around one another.

He turned as we collapsed so that our baby wasn't squashed between us. Still breathing hard I stared wide eyed into his predatory gaze that still held that gleam of darkness which indicated at his dark heritage, but no longer frightened me. I felt his hand stroking my spine slowly, up and down in long leisurely strokes... calming my still excited body until our breaths calmed.

A blanket fell out of nowhere to cover us and a sweet smile curved my mouth. He blinked as he saw it, his eyes gaining a touch of wonder as they saw it and he lifted a finger to trace it. He looked almost like a child at Christmas, except he was no where as innocent. His eyes flicked up to mine. "You feel for me?" The murmured question surprised me. Not because he would ask but because I thought that it would have been more his style to pose it as a statement. 

Wordlessly I nodded, dislodging his wandering finger slightly. The hand on my spine came around to rest against my belly on its side. I felt a bump and winced slightly. "Will you be mine?"

I stared at him. This was so not something I had been expecting. He was asking me, not telling me. But the thing was that if I said yes, like to my astonishment every cell in my body wanted me to, then there would never be a way to get out of this. You can't escape a devil.

"Beautiful?" He prompted when I didn't answer.

My baby kicked inside me again and I sighed. Had I ever really stood a chance against him? With hindsight I knew I hadn't. With another sigh - this one resigned, I pulled his hand from my lips and pressed my mouth to his palm. "Haven't you always known that I would be?"

His eyebrows drew together as he tried to decipher my thoughts... funny, he used to be able to read them before. Why couldn't he now?

"Is that a yes?"

I gave him a small smile, placed his hand on my breast before leaning over him to place a peck on his amazing lips... felt his hand give my breast an involuntary squeeze. I looked down at his questioning golden eyes. "That's a yes my Dark One."



The Dark One: Prologue



Hello all! When I first submitted this, it had been written on my iPhone's notepad, and was fraught with errors. Since then it has been edited, and I do believe all those pesky typos and autocorrect blunders are now nonexistent. Please let me know if you find anything though.

I'd love feedback as well. Compliments are great, but I am most interested in getting honest feedback, for the truth shall set ye free, and make me a better writer in the process!

As a warning, there's no sex... Yet. Next chapter there definitely will be, so please hang with me!

Plenty of thanks to GrandTeton for the amazing editing job! 

*****

"Please," the broken being whimpered, barely registering the grotesque, mutilated face reflected by the blade as her own. "You know me. I didn't want to hurt anyone, I didn't mean to hurt him," she sobbed, trying to reason with her attacker -- no, her executioner. 

Tierran gritted his teeth at the pitiful abomination's words. "I know no traitor," he dutifully recited, unfeeling jade eyes meeting the Fallen angel's tearful gaze. "No brethren of battle nor blood commits such treason. No Seraph is so sinful. I do not know you, nor shall the world ever have to acknowledge a creature even lower than a demon. I do know Death," he paused artfully. His voice was softly melodic, but dangerous, voice laced with venom. He almost enjoyed the Fallen's pleas, heard but ignored by him. Raising his sword, glittering black like obsidian, he readies it for the killing blow. Giving a small, cruel smile, he finished the ritual's words, eyes glinting with malice, "For I am he."

*****

Tierran wordlessly dragged the beaten, battered corpse through the city's streets. Her face was still contorted by horror, a scream that never sounded rested on her lips. Terror gleamed in her dead, light brown eyes, as if at any moment she would once more beg for forgiveness, her fingertips bloody and nails chipped from trying to crawl away and resist the cold caress of the metal blade. 

The denizens of the cobblestone road gave him a wide berth, not because of the dead woman that so many recognized, but because of him. The infamous Harbinger of Sorrow, The Dark One. The Angel of Death.

Tierran cared for none of those epitaphs, though all were accurate. They meant as much to him as those who uttered them in hushed tones: Nothing. All that mattered was his job, his next target. 

After some time, of weaving through the twisted streets, he finally reached the heart of Heaven, the marketplace, where the body would be displayed, a reminder as to why no Seraph should dare cross an Archangel. 

He was not the first Dark One, but he was the most ominous and terrifying anyone, even the Archangels themselves, could remember. He was born for this, marked with black down upon his wings, the Sigil of Death over his heart. The last one had met an unfortunate demise of sorts nearly a thousand years before Tierran was even born. 

Meaning he always had work to do, still behind after two millennia.

He silently prepared the body of Sarah, his most recent prize. Archangel Michael had demanded she be found and slain, after the seemingly trustworthy handmaiden had attempted to assassinate him in his sleep. It had taken a week of searching Purgatory, the land of the wayward and lost, to find her. She had made the mistake of seeking a guide, who would be willing to take her to Earth, home to the human race. Unfortunately for her, word of a freshly Fallen angel spread like wildfire amongst the demons and creatures who wandered Purgatory, each one selling their wares for a price. Not that Tierran ever had to pay for information, the threat of his presence alone was enough to make the weaklings tell every secret they had ever kept.

"Never was able to get her in bed," a familiar voice said wistfully behind Tierran, who decided to ignore it. 

"Maybe the rumors are true," Jaeson added suggestively, knowing he could bait Tierran into a conversation. 

Turning to look at his friend, Tierran sighed at the ancient cherub, his chocolate mane disheveled, and blue eyes mischievous. Judging by his appearance, he looked as though he had spent the night in another's bed. Nothing unusual, at any rate. Tierran would never understand why the humans pictured the cherubs as chubby, winged babies. They were anything but innocent, and were often breathtakingly beautiful. Then again, most angels were, from a human perspective. 

"Pray tell? What ridiculous rumors are bouncing around the Noble Court now?" Tierran questioned moodily.

Jaeson smirked, knowing the next words out of his mouth would greatly displease the Harbinger. "Everyone says she was fucking Michael, which would explain why she didn't fall for me. Then again, Michael? Damn. He has--"

"Stop talking Jaeson." 

"You don't want to know more about your boss?" Jaeson asked, head tilted sideways like a curious puppy, almost appearing innocent if not for his eyes twinkling with an impish light. 

Glaring venomously at the bubbly cherub, Tierran returned to his nearly completed work. His magic was of a strange sort, both causing death, and stopping it - or, rather decomposition, and other such things one would expect a cadaver to do after some time. Once, when he was young, the charms were difficult, spells tedious and time-consuming, but now they were second nature, done with little thought or effort. This particular preservation method was his favorite.

Sarah's nude body was suspended overhead, levitating eerily over the square. Her body would remain in the very spot, preserved as she was, bloody and bruised, until it she was burned to make room for another corpse. The body was splayed, wings fanned out, the once white feathers singed and covered in blood. Black feathers. A curse only Tierran carried, one bestowed upon the Fallen that evaded his blade long enough. Black feathers were treacherous, dangerous and hideous. 

Behind him, Jaeson still rambled on about Michael's physical superiority and handsomeness. If he didn't know better, Tierran would've thought that Jaeson was a mere fledgling, not the oldest cherub in existence. Unlike everyone else, Jaeson didn't fear Tierran. In fact, he constantly attempted to infuriate him. So far, he'd only elicited aggravation and irritation from the Dark One. 

"Jaeson," Tierran started, his voice cool and suave, though tinged with a condescending lilt, "You and I both know that the Archangels are celibate. The only whore in the Court is you."

Giving a mock gasp of shock, Jaeson wiped away a nonexistent tear. "I-I don't know what to say. Do you really mean it? That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me!"

"How old are you again?" Tierran questioned, rolling his eyes, once more likening his friend to a child. He looked back once more at his handiwork, pleased with the display, before striding down one of the city's winding streets, Jaeson close behind. 

"Old as love and lust," the angel replied with a wink. "Speaking of which, how old are you now? Five hundred, six hundred?"

"Try two thousand, three hundred and eight," Tierran spat. He was always irritated by people questioning his age. Though he wasn't old, he wasn't young either. As they walked towards the Court, the massive palace shining in the distance, he knew what Jaeson's next jab would be.

"And you're still a virgin."

"Is that really your concern?" Tierran instantly regretted his comment, angry at himself for letting his temper best him instead of ignoring the quip. 

"It is, actually. Tierran, you've been alive for quite some time now. You've never loved, never felt attachment or affection for anyone or anything," Jaeson said, voice uncharacteristically serious, stopping in the middle of the alleyway, before grabbing Tierran's arm so he'd do the same.

"So?" Tierran snarled, spinning around to face the inquisitive angel, breaking Jaeson's loose grip on his arm.

"You're empty, devoid of anything. As dead as the Fallen you slay. Do you not want to know love? Have you never lusted for any man or woman? It's unnatural, Tierran to be so... Cold," Jaeson said softly but firmly, his concerned blue eyes meeting Tierran's green glare.

"Thanks for your concern," Tierran snapped before unfurling his massive black wings and launching himself into the sky. 

Why was love so important? All it did was cripple one's judgement. Tierran had always accepted that he was different. The Seraphim burned brightly, passionate and fiery, while he was the opposite, a freezing wasteland of emptiness.

He shook his head, trying to chase the thoughts away. Instead, he revelled in the sensation of flight, the peace it brought to his soul, and would've been content to ride the wind for hours if he'd had the time. No, he wasn't finished with this job, not yet. Changing course, he returned to the path he had originally been traveling, heading towards the Court. 

The palace, though beautiful on foot and at a distance, was nothing short of spectacular when viewed from above, just below the cloud line in the light of the setting sun, washing its many spires in colors of orange and pinks. 

He flew around the structure several times, like a buzzard circling a dead animal, before landing in the lush courtyard. It was full of exotic plants and flowers, their scent intoxicating to most, though they held no charm for the dark Seraph. Lovers dotted the garden, whispering in one another's ears and shyly tittering at their promiscuous promises. Tierran's lip curled in disgust at a couple groping each other in the far corner of the yard, believing themselves to be hidden in the shadows. Such activities ought to be done in their chambers, not here to be seen by any wandering eyes.

If he didn't have business to attend to, Tierran would have given the pair a piece of his mind. He mumbled under his breath about crude public displays, which would've struck anyone who overheard him as rather ironic. After all, part of his job was to create horrifying sights to remind the citizens of the repercussions of rebellion. 

Striding quietly and quickly down the manicured path, lined with blooms of every hue, Tierran reached the palace's entrance. Nodding respectfully as he strode wordlessly by, the guards opened the large, wooden doors, revealing the most sacred part of the Court: the throne room. 

Three large, elegant and plush thrones stood proudly against the far wall, the middle, golden throne standing higher than the others, adorned with sapphires, the fabric the same shade as the precious gemstones. It was the throne of Archangel Michael, ruler of the Seraph. To the right, Gabriel's silver throne was empty, though even from afar the rubies that decorated it glittered in the muted light, as did the emeralds on the leftmost, bronze throne of Raphael, though he was also absent. 

A long red ribbon ran straight through the room, splitting off into three separate paths to each throne. The ribbon's ruddy hue complimenting the polished, white marble floor, tiny veins of what looked like precious metals ran through the marble. Large pedestals where fires softly flickered and snapped lit the elegant room. Though the room itself wasn't large, it emanated power, as did the lone occupant of the central chair. 

Michael instantly straightened his posture as Tierran entered. Michael looked regal and kingly, though he was garbed in a simple white silk shirt and plain black slacks. The sight of him would make any mortal woman -- or man, for that matter -- swoon. He was muscular and tall, his blond locks forming soft waves that reached his shoulders, though they didn't obscure his piercing sapphire eyes. His large wings were unfurled, in sunlight, they were such a pristine white that they were nearly impossible to look at. In the soft, warm glow of the fire's light they were shimmered with a golden glint. Power seemed to hum in the air, and it set even Tierran's teeth on edge.

Bowing deeply, and not daring meet Michael's eyes until addressed, Tierran awaited the inevitable question.

"Did you find her?" Michael asked, sounding weary and tired. His voice was deep, and commanding, but also entrancing. The voice of a warlord, of a king. 

"Yes," Tierran answered simply, his wings aching from pinning them so tightly against his back. It was considered impolite to unfurl one's wings in the Archangels' presence. 

"Good. I am glad you took care of that particular issue before I had to do this," Michael said, voice echoing through the empty room.

"Sire?" Tierran questioned nervously, not liking the possible implications of Michael's words, nor the ominous tone with which he had spoken them with.

"Are you familiar with the story of Abaddon?" Michael paused a moment, looking down at the Harbinger below who clenched his jaw at the name. "He was the last Dark One," he continued, not waiting for an answer to his previous question. "And he turned his back against all angelkind for Lilith, creation of Lucifer himself. He never felt anything until he met her, and he fell madly in love with the demoness. When you feel nothing, a sensation as strong as love can destroy you, as it did Abaddon. He is Fallen, and the successor to my snake of a brother, Lucifer." Michael spoke his younger brother's name with such terrible malice, hate flashing in his eyes. "On day, Lucifer will fall, and I fear that an even greater evil shall claim Hell as his own. Abaddon is a monster, corrupted by the hellfire that envelops him." 

A few moments of harsh silence settled. Tierran swallowed nervously, a question on the tip of his tongue, though he was only able to stutter out a response. "I don't... I don't understand what this has to do with me. I'm not like that--"

"Oh, but you are," Michael interjected. "Why do you think Jaeson befriended you when you were a fledgling? He did so under my command, though he grew fonder of you than I expected. He said you're even colder and emptier than Abaddon was, heart as barren as the tundra. All it will take is one moment, one kiss, to melt your frigid soul and ruin everything. You were born like this for a reason; to serve me, unwaveringly, for eternity. I have finally realized what I must do to ensure this. Tierran, Dark One, you must experience true love... and destroy it."

*****

Three hundred years. Had it really been that long, since that day? Since he had been banished to Earth, to experience love, and then defeat it? Three hundred years since he had any contact with his home, completely disconnected. What had happened while he was gone? Why had Jaeson not attempted to talk to him? He was on Earth frequently, as all who chose the career path of the cherubim were, spreading love and lust through the humans' society. Perhaps he was not truly a friend, after all. Just another one of Michael's puppets.

Michael. Tierran's gut wrenched at the thought of not completing the Archangel's task. He was born to serve, to obey commands. He had never failed, not once. And he'd be damned if he was going to fail now. 

Tierran had travelled the world so many times, seen so many faces, yet none of them was the one. Perhaps a Seraph could not find true love with a mortal. Michael hadn't wanted to sacrifice any Seraphim to Tierran's blade, and had decided since he had met nearly every Noble that would've been a worthy lover, that Earth was the next best place. 

Earth. How much it had changed in three hundred years; wars fought, empires fallen. The human race was dull and foolish, refusing to learn from their past follies. 

Abruptly jerked from his musing by the barista who handed him his drink with a giggle, he gave a sigh of irritation when he saw that she had not only misspelled his name but had also written down her phone number. He didn't even have a phone. Why did people insist on doing that? What exactly was so special about a series of digits? If one wanted to talk so desperately, it should be done in person, not over a cellular device.

Glancing up, he saw the woman give him a flirtatious smile, which he attempted to return, though he failed miserably. He had never been able to fake emotion, and the best he could manage was a pained grimace. 

By human standards, she was attractive, slim and blonde, though Tierran found her much too thin, her curves too insubstantial for him. He didn't understand why mortal women wanted to be size 'zero'. In his mind, it made them resemble a starving jackals, unless they were naturally that small. 

Taking a small sip of his black coffee, and scalding his tongue in the process, he returned to his mind, content to struggle with his mental demons.

Suddenly, a sound reached his ears, musical laughter, as magical as a Seraphim ballad. The light, sweet scent of a woman reached his nose, tantalizing.

Turning his head quickly to locate the source of wonder that plagued his senses, he saw her.

She was the one.