10 comments/ 19334 views/ 50 favorites Thy Kingdom Come Ch. 01 By: secret_reader *** This is a direct sequel to "Hell's Gate". Read that series first if you wish to read this. Thank you. Remember to comment. *** Thy Kingdom Come Chapter One: Aurora {Motel Room; Late Evening} Aurora opened her eyes slowly, scared at what she might see. She remembered very little before she had mysteriously blacked out, but one image still burned hotly into her mind; two men, naked from the waist up had grabbed her right after she had rammed her car into some woman who had been standing in the middle of the road. It had all happened so quickly, and although Aurora knew she had not sustained any head trauma, she had still managed to conk out. Hopefully she had not fainted; her mother would never let her live down swooning. If she lived at all. For all she knew, she was five minutes away from bloody murder. "Are you awake?" a deep, male's voice said suddenly from her right. Aurora's eyes snapped all the way open and she turned toward the voice, which came from a large, bald man sitting in a chair in front of a small desk. Seeing the man sitting there made Aurora suddenly realize that she too was in a chair, except her arms were being held behind it by a rope that softly dug into her wrists, binding her hands together and preventing her from moving. Aurora nodded in response to the question, and flicked her eyes fervently around her surroundings. She was thankfully fully aware, and it was easy to ascertain that she was in a motel room. In addition to the small desk and chairs, a TV stand stood closed in front of her, and she could see the side of a mattress out of the corner of her eye, meaning that the bed was behind her. The man spoke again, "Do you know your name?" "Aurora," she answered, already having decided to cooperate; she had seen enough crime shows to know there was no use arguing with kidnappers. Especially ones as large and powerful-looking as this one was. "Unique name," the man said, standing. Chains rattled from the pockets of his black pants and muscles bunched beneath the tight black t-shirt he wore over his chest. He was about six feet tall standing, and wore dark sunglasses that hid his eyes from Aurora's view. Definitely intimidating. "My mother's a bit of a hippy," Aurora admitted, watching her captor closely as he pulled his chair closer to her, "She doesn't ever do anything conventionally." The man nodded, placing his chair a foot from Aurora's and sitting back down, "I can admire that." "So is there a reason I'm tied up?" Smiling, the man shrugged, "You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Do you remember anything?" Aurora searched her memory for a good answer, "After I hit that woman, I remember getting out of the car. She stood up, which was really confusing, and then I started getting a little hysterical. Then I saw two very large men, I think you were one of them, come out of nowhere, which made me even more hysterical. And then nothing; I blacked out. Did I hit my head?" The man shook his head, "Nope." "Huh, I didn't think so," Aurora frowned, and then asked after a pause, "What's your name?" "Wraith," the man said. "Unusual names abound," Aurora noted. "That they do." "Are you going to let me go, Wraith?" "Not right yet. But I will untie you if you'd like." "That would be nice." Wraith stood and began working on the rope that bound her wrists. "It's a shame," he mused as he worked, "I did enjoy seeing you tied up like this." Aurora blushed and pulled her hands to her lap once she felt the rope fall away, "What's that supposed to mean?" Wraith sat back down in his chair and then leaned in close. She could see nothing behind his glasses, but could feel his eyes bore into her's intensely, "I mean you are very beautiful, for a human, and were even more so bound to that chair." Blushing, Aurora looked down at her lap, then brought her eyes back level with Wraith's as something registered, "What do you mean, 'for a human'?" Reaching up, Wraith gripped his sunglasses and pulled them off. Underneath them, his eyes were pitch-black with no whites or irises; just pools of pure darkness. "Holy shit!" Aurora gasped, "Are those real?" Wraith nodded. "So...what are you? A vampire?" "Ha!" Wraith barked, "They, my lovely captive, do not exist. I am a demon." Aurora didn't know what to believe. On one hand, the man did have a very demon-like demeanor, if there was such a thing, and solid black eyes. On the other hand...demons probably did not exist. She most likely had been kidnapped by a crazy man, which meant no amount of cooperation or conversation would see her out alive. "Prove it," Aurora demanded, trying to keep her voice calm. Might as well give him a chance... "Fine," Wraith shrugged and stood again, pulling off his t-shirt. Tan, heavily muscled skin was so suddenly exposed to Aurora's eyes that she couldn't help but feel a slight tingling emerge between her thighs. The man was a god. Not an inch of fat could be discerned from where she was standing, and she itched to touch him even though she knew it must just be the Stockholm Syndrome kicking in early. She was no prude, but those types of thoughts did not seem appropriate in that particular situation, and she chastised herself for them. "Look here," he said, sitting back down and leaning forward. He was pointing at his ribs on the right side. Taking a deep breath, Aurora leaned in slightly and looked where he was pointing. She could see a small, green tattoo of some strange symbol between two of the bones. "That's proof?" she asked skeptically, trying to look at his eyes and not the gloriously sized pecs dusted with hair that just begged to have her fingers running through it. "Just watch," Wraith said and pressed the tip of his index finger to the mark. Aurora watched in fascination as it glowed bright green, mesmerizing her with its mysterious beauty. She blinked once, only to open her eyes and find herself lying on the motel room bed, thankfully still clothed in her jeans and long-sleeved blouse. Wraith was standing on the other side of the room, leaning against the TV stand, thankfully clothed in nothing but his chained pants. "What...how?" Aurora certainly did not remember moving from her chair to the bed. "Magic," Wraith explained, yawning and stretching at the same time, giving Aurora another nice view of his physique, "The same kind I used to get you here. Small enchantment really, but my magic is very limited on Earth so I use what I can." Aurora sat up and rested her head against the wall, "So you claim to be a demon. Which means that woman I hit with my car...she's a demon too? No human could have survived the impact, which is probably why I freaked out when she stood up like nothing had happened." "No," Wraith shook his head, and moved to the door to check the locks before turning off the overhead light, leaving the only illumination to the single bedside lamp, "She's an Angel." "Oh," Aurora nodded and then raised a single eyebrow as Wraith sat on the bed next to her, "And where is she, I'd like to see her wings. More proof, you know." "She is enjoying some much-needed alone time with her demon lover, Taint," Wraith explained, slumping down until he was lying prone on his back, his hands folded on his stomach. "Now I've heard it all," Aurora nodded, "Also, is it bed time?" "For me it is," Wraith nodded, closing his eyes, "Unless you'd like to stay up and enjoy some of your own alone time with me." 'Would I...' Aurora thought, but said, "No. That's ok. I'll just lie here and try to process the past ten minutes' worth of crazy. Maybe escape?" "Don't even think about it," Wraith muttered sleepily, "Remember, I'm a demon, and now you know it." "Right..." Aurora whispered, and then brought her knees to her chest, hugging them close. It was at least two hours until she began to feel even remotely sleepy, but she just continued to hug her legs to her body and stare into the dimly-lit room, trying to ignore the demon Adonis next to her. She had just been driving home from work...She definitely had not expected to be in this type of situation. At three thirty in the morning, Aurora finally crawled under the covers and closed her eyes. She fell asleep quickly, hoping against hope that she would wake up in her own bed, and knowing somehow that that would not be the case. And, in some strange twisted insane way, hoping that it would not be the case. ******************************** {Motel Room; Late Evening} "Think she'll be ok with him?" Olivia asked, closing and locking the door behind her. Taint had, after summoning up some human clothes for all of them, gotten two rooms at a place he called a 'motel' simply by talking to a human behind a table. Wraith had taken the unconscious girl from the crash site to his room to keep an eye on, while Olivia and Taint retired to their own room. "I'm sure," Taint nodded, sitting on the bed and taking off his boots, "No doubt he'll tell her everything. He's always been very honest with humans." Olivia came to sit next to him and rested her head on his shoulder, "So what now?" "I'm not sure," Taint admitted, staring straight ahead, "If a demon comes to Earth, it's because he or she is summoned. There is always a tether between this world and Hell. But this time, we weren't summoned, we were thrown. And there is no tether." "We will figure it out," Olivia said and then stood, "But right now I just want to be with you." She sat down, straddling Taint's thighs, her knees on the bed. She could feel the hard bulge of him beneath her and the heat of his skin through the plain white t-shirt he had summoned for himself. Worrying about Hell would come later; right now, all Olivia wanted to do was express how happy she was that they were still alive and together. Taint growled as Olivia's hand snuck underneath his shirt, caressing smooth skin and hard muscle. "Get rid of this," she whispered, and Taint tore the shirt from his body, throwing it to the side and lying down on the bed. Olivia continued to explore him, running her lips and tongue across his skin. She took a nipple into her mouth and bit gently, causing Taint to cry out in pain and thrust his hips upward, sending rippling pleasure straight through Olivia's cunt. He tasted like sweat and rain and fire, and she could not get enough. And as she explored him more, she ground her hips into his, dry humping his erection through his black pants and growing damp in the process. "I need to feel you, Little Angel," Taint moaned and snapped his fingers. Instantly, they were naked. Olivia whimpered at the sudden and erotic sensation of feeling Taint's warm cock pressed up against her cunt as she straddled him, trapping it between their bodies. Warm pre-cum was already oozing out of the end, sticking to the skin of her belly. Strong hands moved up to grip her ass and Olivia bit down on Taint's shoulder as he began moving her along his shaft, coating the skin with her arousal and speedily bringing her to a mini-orgasm that sent a small wave of moisture from her opening. "You've felt the bloodlust today," Taint breathed arching his hips up as he slid Olivia along his cock, "Is it making you hot for me?" "Yes," Olivia panted then pushed her upper body off of Taint's, "I need you. Now." "Then take me," Taint challenged. With a wicked smile, Olivia lifted her hips and with one hand supporting her body, used the other to guide Taint's slick manhood to the opening of her pussy. She needed it fast, and she needed it hard, so she impaled herself in one thrust and immediately began to ride the demon in earnest. There would be time for lovemaking later. He flexed his member within her, hitting spots deep within that caused her to cry out and dig the tips of her fingers into his flesh. With every thrust came new heights of pleasure. Sweat began to bead on Olivia's skin and she closed her eyes, awash in the feeling of Taint deep inside her. It had been a long, tiresome day, and she simply wished to surrender what only he could give her. Something pinched her nipple, and Olivia cried out, arching her back as she came around Taint's cock. Hot moisture trickled out of her vagina and her walls spasmed uncontrollably, making his cock feel even bigger inside her tunnel. Taint stilled as she rode out the orgasm, allowing her to get lost in the pleasure. When she came back down from her high, Olivia's body was shining with sweat, and her cunt gleamed wetly from where they were joined. "My turn," Taint growled and flipped Olivia over so that she was on her back, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and her body still impaled on his shaft. Planting his arms on either side of her head, Taint began to pump his cock in and an out of Olivia's drenched pussy. She mewled beneath him, leaning up to lick at the salty skin of his sternum. He was so tall that his head was hidden from her view in this position as she looked straight up. All she could make out was the wide expanse of his tattooed torso, and she had no problems with the view. With each thrust, Olivia could feel the walls of her cunt stretch with Taint's massive girth. No matter how many times Taint took her, she always felt almost as tight as her first time with him. The immaculate mixture of pleasure and pain every time he entered her was the best thing she had ever felt, and she never wanted him to stop. "Fuck me harder, Taint," she pleaded, reaching up under his arms to grip his shoulders from behind. With this leverage, and the use of her legs around him, Olivia was able to meet his thrusts with ones of her own, driving his cock harder and deeper into her cunt. A fresh trickle of moisture escaped their joining and slid warmly down her ass and onto the sheets. Taint was grunting now with each thrust, meaning he was close to his own orgasm. The thought of feeling his hot semen spray her insides filled Olivia with energy, and she met his hammering thrusting with even more vigor. "Yes!" she cried, losing all inhibition, "Deeper! Fuck me!" Taint growled and gripped Olivia's thighs. She unwrapped her legs from around him and spread them wide, bent at the knee. Fingers dug into Olivia's flesh as Taint used her to drive himself even harder into her aching, weeping cunt. She cried out and ran her fingers down his back, leaving scratches in their wake. Her pleasure peaked, and she screamed continuously into Taint's flesh as her cunt spasmed, sending cum spraying to splatter against Taint's pelvis. He stilled as well and grunted as he came, coating her insides with his searing-hot cream. Having nowhere to go in her overstretched pussy, it dripped from her opening, mingling with her own juices on the bed. Olivia let go of him and collapsed, her chest heaving. Taint collapsed as well, withdrawing from her body and laying next to her, his cock still hard and glistening in the motel room's light. "We needed that," he breathed. "Yes, we did," Olivia concurred, "And I'm going to need more before the night is done." "Your wish is my command, Little Angel." "Just give me a moment." They lay together in post-coital bliss for a few minutes until Taint couldn't wait any longer, and rolled over onto Olivia, impaling himself with a wet sound in the same motion. After four more times, Olivia was on the verge of passing out. For each of Taint's orgasms, she had had two or more, and was sure that all her bodily fluids were currently soaking into the sheets and mattress. It was time for bed, so she went to the bathroom to clean up before joining her lover in a magically-cleaned bed. "I don't care if we're trapped her forever," she said sleepily, snuggling up to Taint's warmth, "Only that you're here." "I feel the same way," Taint rumbled, snapping his fingers and turning off the light, "But I have an obligation to uphold. I am still a Gatekeeper, after all, and my duty is not done until Hell and the Spirit Dimension are back the way they belong." "Just promise not to leave me behind," Olivia said softly. "I promise, Little Angel," Taint said, then added almost too soft for Olivia to hear, "I love you." She smiled, not reciprocating, knowing that he knew she loved him back, and then closed her eyes, drifting swiftly off to sleep. *********************************** {Fulmen's Castle; Mid Morning} Slake awoke with a start, her chest heaving and her eyes wild. At first she did not recognize where she was, but then she noticed the tall, wide shelves full of books on magic and the red, satin sheets beneath her skin. They were Fulmen's, which meant they were in his castle and she was alive and safe. Getting up from the bed, Slake conjured up her robe, not shocked in the least that the brothers had seen fit to strip her naked before tucking her in. Stepping out into the hall, she was glad to find Magus keeping watch; it made finding him much easier. "Where is your brother?" she asked immediately upon seeing the handsome, brown-haired demon, "I need to speak with both of you. And any other Gatekeeper who remains alive." Magus smiled, more like smirked, and said, "Glad to see you're awake, Slake. Feeling alright?" "A little weak, but well rested," Slake nodded beneath her hood, "Now summon your fellow Lords. With Taint missing, I am now in command." "Kinky." "Do as I asked, or you'll never see a single part of my body ever again," Slake threatened. Magus rolled his eyes briefly before muttering into the air. Almost immediately, a blue flash of lighting landed next to Slake, and Fulmen appeared. "Good thing you're alive," he smiled, "I think I really would have missed you." Slake ignored him as a warm breeze blew through the hall and Lords Peril and Hazard materialized. They had nothing to say, and Slake noticed that one of Hazard's red eyes was missing, and only a bloody socket remained. "How did the battle go?" she asked no one in particular. "We sustained heavy losses, as predicted," Peril and Hazard's disembodied voice said in unison, "And managed to kill exactly zero Archangels." "Don't worry, they are preoccupied for the moment, and the Gate is closed," Slake assured, "Wraith is not here?" Fulmen shook his head, "He never came back from Clava's castle." "Then he is with Taint and Olivia," Slake observed, "Where is your Seeing room, Fulmen?" The Gatekeeper muttered something, and then they all found themselves in a small, round room with a raised stone basin in the middle. It was a Seeing Well, and all self-respecting demon Lords owned one. They were used to spy on Earth and humans, sometimes as a tool, mostly as a means of recreation. Having been a human herself once, Slake did not understand the obsession most demons had with them. Humans were backward and powerless, yet demons used them for pleasure and for sport. Perhaps it was the freedom they felt on Earth that drove demons to humans. Of course, they could only visit these humans when they were summoned, and the number of people with the ability to do so was rapidly diminishing. Slake approached the Seeing Well and peered into its swirling, red fog. She had only used one a couple of times, and only to keep an eye on Taint on the rare occasions he was summoned over the centuries. He was a very high-level demon despite his position along the Wall, and to summon him took a great deal of power. "Slake?" Magus spoke up, "Who are you looking for?" "Who do you think?" she answered, scanning through flickering images of Earth. "Taint and Wraith are on Earth?" Peril and Hazard asked, catching on. "And the Angel, yes," Slake nodded, "The Gate sent them there; an artifact of our shutting it." She did not want to tell them she had urged Taint to be hurled to Earth in order to be reunited with Olivia. They probably wouldn't understand why she had done it. She didn't even understand. Thy Kingdom Come Ch. 01 "YOU shut the gate?" Fulmen sounded surprised. "It was much easier than you think," Slake said and then paused as an image of a road appeared in the Well. It was daytime, and men and women in uniforms were surrounding the wreckage of what Slake recognized as a car; something humans used for travel. Magus and Fulmen approached the Seeing Well and looked in. "Where is that?" Fulmen asked. "Where the Gate sent them," Slake responded moving the image to get a better look at the scene, "It contains the only energy on Earth that matches that of Hell's Gate." Upon closer examination, Slake could make out three scorched circles on the road. Two were near to each other, and one was further off. The two must have belonged to Taint and Wraith, with the third being where Olivia had materialized. As for the wrecked car... "I think they're ok," Slake announced after a moment of thinking, "But a human saw them." "How do you know?" Peril and Hazard had joined the party. "That car," Slake pointed at the image, "It hit something hard, and I don't see a broken tree or pole. It must have smashed into Wraith, Olivia, or Taint." "Where is the human now?" Magus asked. "I don't know," Slake admitted, "But I don't see any blood so I'm assuming that he or she survived and is with the others..." Her thoughts had only been musings, but Slake suddenly found herself hoping that that was exactly what had happened. Without warning, she stepped away from the Seeing Well and vanished, reappearing in her own chambers in Taint's castle. The place was quiet, which suited her. She had a very tricky job ahead of her and needed the sanctity. No one but herself could materialize in this area, so she was confident she would not be disturbed. 'Please hold onto that human...' Slake thought, looking through her shelves of books for something that might help. Wraith was always soft toward humans, especially females, and Slake hoped that he would keep it alive until she found a way to communicate with them. For where there were humans on Earth, there was human magic. And where there was magic, there were summoning charms. *********************************** {Wraith's Motel Room; Noon} Wraith had awoken that morning glad to see that Aurora had managed to fall asleep at some point in the night. She had looked beautiful curled up under the covers, so small and frail. Wraith had noticed her petite size the night before, but now admired it as thoughts of what he could do to her raced through his mind. She would be putty in his massive hands as his cock pistoned in and out of her tiny little cunt. She stirred, and Wraith stood from the bed, grabbing his shirt and pulling it over his chest just as Aurora sat up, rubbing sleep from her eyes. "Not a dream..." she muttered to herself, taking in her surroundings and frowning at Wraith. "You sound disappointed," Wraith noted and donned his sunglasses. "Well as charming as you've been, this is still not my ideal situation." "I'll do my best to rectify that," Wraith said with a wink as he laced up his boots, "You just have to stay here while I speak with my cohorts. Be right back." He noted the cunning look that flashed across Aurora's face as she said, "So you're leaving me?" Wraith smirked, "Just for a moment. Don't try to escape, now." Something burned on his lower back as he touched the door's knob. Satisfied his trap was successfully laid, he walked out the door, purposely leaving it open a fraction of an inch before heading down the row of rooms to where Taint and Olivia had been staying. He knocked gently and after a few seconds, Taint answered. "Sleeping in?" he asked, stepping back and allowing his fellow Gatekeeper to enter. Wraith walked through the door, "Not me. My lovely charge." "How is she?" Olivia asked from the bed. She was dressed in a simple long-sleeved shirt and jeans. It was the first human outfit Wraith had seen her in, and he had to admit it somehow made her even more stunning to look at. Taint truly had won the prize with this one. "Fine," Wraith said, sitting in a chair, "For now. I've created a little surprise for her," he smiled wickedly, "Activated an old charm a very kinky witch once gave me. Never knew when it would come in handy until just today." "Fun later," Taint said, sitting in another chair, "Business first. We need to figure out how to get back into Hell. None of us were summoned, and I can't think of a way to open a portal from this dimension; at least not in this location." Wraith nodded his agreement, "I know there a few places on Earth where we could tear open a primitive hole, but I only know they exist, not where they are." "We could do some research if we have to," Taint shrugged. "What about Slake?" Olivia chimed in, "She sent us here, didn't she? Can't she get us back?" Wraith shook his head, "The Gate sent us here. Slake just told us how to get it to do it. The things that women will do for love..." He was of course referring to Slake's instructions to get Olivia back for Taint. Taint snorted, "She really is a bleeding heart, isn't she," then his face became serious, "But perhaps Olivia is on to something. Slake would not just abandon us here if she knew this is where we were. If we just wait a few days, maybe even hours, I'm sure she'll try to get in contact with us. She's very resourceful like that." "So that's the plan? Wait?" Wraith asked, standing up and looking impatient. He had just felt his lower back burn again, and knew that his trap had been sprung. Taint's brow furrowed, "For now...I suppose. What's the rush?" "Trap's been activated." Olivia rolled her eyes and Taint chuckled. "Fine," he said, "Enjoy your day. We'll try to do the same," he shot a meaningful glance at Olivia, "Keep an ear open for any communication from Slake." Wraith nodded curtly then walked out the door and back down to his room. The door was no longer ajar, and the handle was hot to the touch. After speaking a few words, the handle cooled and turned for him. He walked inside, shutting the door behind him and smiling widely. "What the hell is this!?" Aurora cried out. She was on her back on the bed, her legs kicking frantically and her arms secured above her head by a thick metal chain. It was wrapped around her wrists and around the headboard, allowing Aurora no use of her limbs. "You tried to escape," Wraith said, stating a fact rather than asking a question. Aurora blushed, ceasing her struggles for a moment, "Maybe..." "I warned you," Wraith moved toward her, pulling off his sunglasses and smirking at the way she tried to shrink away from him, "I told you not to try to escape." He stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at the little human like a predator looks at a meal. A very visible bulge had formed in between his legs, and he noticed Aurora look at it with a nervous glance. "Now what?" she asked at a whisper. She was frightened and this made Wraith even harder. "Now," he said leaning forward a little, "We have some fun." ****************************************************************************** {City of Angels, Mid-Afternoon} Selapheil, Jegudiel, and the non-King Gabriel were dead. The remaining two Archangels, Uriel and Raguel had fled into the City and barred the gates. Clava had sent the heads of their comrades flying over the wall to land somewhere on the other side as a parting message. She had sustained heavy losses herself, but as far as she was concerned, this had been a victory. With only two Archangels remaining alive, the King in her custody, and the Gatekeepers safely locked behind the Wall, the Spirit Dimension was as good as hers. At first she had been furious that Taint had managed to not only sic the Archangels on her, but also seal the Gate as well, trapping her and most of her army in the Spirit Dimension. But now she was grateful. The battle to the gates of the City of Angels had been long and bloody, and having the Gatekeepers on her tail would not have done Clava any favors. They had fought with the Archangels through the night. They had been deadly flying above them, and had had unlimited power behind them. But Clava had managed to shoot three of them out of the air herself. She had been the one to slay Gabriel, and her demons had torn the other two to shreds. Now Clava lay in wait, ready to siege the City after her troops rested and prepared. It wouldn't take long. Without their precious King and protectors, the Angles would bow to her in no time and call her Queen. Nothing would stop her. Nothing could. ************************** {Wraith's Motel Room, Noon} Aurora almost could not believe her captor had not only left her alone, but the door to the motel room open. Seeing no reason why she should not try to escape, she had bounded from the bed and headed straight for the door. Something inside her felt a little guilty at betraying the handsome man who claimed, almost convincingly, to be a demon. But he was a kidnapper, and definitely not a demon, no matter what her addled, sleep-deprived mind had thought the night before. Escape was within her grasp, but as soon as Aurora had touched the doorknob to the room, it had slammed shut. Gripping it tightly, she had tried to pry it open, but it hadn't budged; although that turned out to be the least of her problems when a loud clink and rattle sounded from behind her. Turning around slowly, she had gasped to find thick, metal chains floating in front of her like a snake about to strike. "Of course," she mumbled and then turned back around to try the door again, but was stopped when she felt cool metal wrap around her right wrist. "Noooo..." she moaned as her left wrist was similarly seized. Then, roughly, her arms were jerked above her head and she was dragged backward, her heels dragging along the carpet. Hitting the bed, Aurora had been pulled onto the mattress by the chains. When they stopped, she was prone on her back, wrists tightly secured together above her head leaving the rest of her body free. Fruitlessly, she had struggled against the restraints, but they had held fast. She was trapped. It wasn't long after being secured that Wraith came back, a sheepish smile on his face and a rather noticeable erection in his pants. Aurora simultaneously went pale in the face and wet between her legs as the man approached the bed. She had put on a good show of trying to get away, but in reality she was feeling secretly, inexplicitly entranced by both her situation and the person who had put her here. "Now what?" she had asked, feeling both frightened and, unfortunately, aroused. Something was messed up in her head, of that she was sure, but there was nothing she could do about it now. Aurora just hoped that Wraith had one thing in mind, and not another. Mainly, she wanted him to fuck her and not murder her. Either seemed to be a plausible option in this position. "Now," Wraith's sexy masculine voice rumbled as he leaned toward her prone body, "We have some fun." Rough hands gripped Aurora's thighs as he knelt on the bed. She struggled a little, but Wraith was impossibly strong and kept her immobile as he worked at the button and zipper of her jeans. She was wet, and grew more so as he dragged the rough material down her thighs, exposing her small, blue cotton panties to his gaze. Aurora knew that there would be a damp spot between her cleft, and she knew Wraith noticed it when he let out a low, stimulating growl. "Do you like this?" he asked, pulling her jeans the rest of the way off, "Being tied up and at my mercy?" Aurora blushed crimson and then whimpered as think fingers began to rub at her pussy over her panties. She did like being tied up for Wraith, but she was not quite ready to tell him that. He was still her kidnapper after all and this was very unnatural behavior. He continued to stimulate her, and she writhed against her bindings, fighting the urge to arch her hips into Wraith's touch. More moisture seeped out from between her folds, dampening the panties even more and Aurora could start to smell the faintest odor of her own arousal permeate the small motel room. No man had ever made her this aroused so quickly. Wraith's fingers left her pussy for a moment to grip the waistband of her underwear. He wasted no time in pulling them down slowly, dragging his nails along her flesh as he exposed the hot box to the air, and his tongue, which lapped along her slit without warning. This time, Aurora did arch her hips off the bed, trying to get more of Wraith's tongue inside her. She was already weeping cream down her crotch and when sharp teeth tugged lightly at her clit, a fresh wave of it coated Wraith's chin. "More," she whispered, and felt the man chuckle against her flesh. It sent vibrations rushing down her tunnel, straight to her g-spot. No use fighting him now; she knew she wanted all of him. Wraith lifted his head and looked down Aurora's body and into her blue eyes. Moisture dribbled down his lips and chin and she blushed a little in embarrassment; she had always been a little overly wet. "I was hoping I'd be able to do this to you ever since I saw you standing in the road," Wraith admitted, sitting up and removing his t-shirt. Her mouth watered at the perfectly toned muscles that played along his torso, just as it had the night before when he had shown her the mark on his ribs; when he had claimed he was a demon. Aurora's conscious suddenly roared to life and she once again struggled against the bonds that held her, "Stop. Please. This isn't right." It was a feeble, last ditch effort from her mind to try and deny what her body so clearly ached for, and she was sorry she had even said it. "What's not right?" Wraith teased, and plunged his index and middle fingers into Aurora's soaking wet cunt. He pulled them out, glistening with her juices, a string of the oily substance connecting his digits to her pussy. "Clearly your body wants it," he stuck the fingers into his mouth and sucked off the cream, moaning in ecstasy, which of course made Aurora replace the arousal he had taken with even more. Fingers once again plunged into her and she arched her back, thrusting her breasts upward as Wraith's body came over hers. Resting upon one arm, he brought the other to her mouth. It was shiny with her cum, and she could smell its sharp aroma. Bringing the digits to her lips Wraith made Aurora take them into her mouth. The tangy taste of her own cream was shocking at first, but then extremely arousing and she moaned around him, sucking the fingers deeper so as to get all of herself off them. Wraith removed them and stared down at her, his eyes meeting hers, "I bet you're a hard squirter, aren't you? Rare in a human," he added. Blushing again, Aurora nodded once, never taking her eyes from Wraith's. She was a squirter, every time. A lot of men were turned off by it, but she couldn't help it; never could. How had Wraith known that? His head disappeared down her body and she nearly screamed as not one, not two, but three fingers were forced horizontally into her quim with an audible squelch. Wraith curled them upward, pressing and rubbing simultaneously against her swollen g-spot. He wanted to test her admission and that this rate was about to get a crash course. Chest heaving beneath her blouse, Aurora threw her head back, trying to enjoy the pleasure Wraith's fingers were bringing and trying not to focus on the fact that she had been chained against her will for him to do so. More moisture trickled out of her vagina, and Aurora knew she was close to cumming. Her insides were tightening around Wraith's fingers. If he only... Lips closed around her clit and sucked, hard. Unable to contain her gasping scream, Aurora let loose the pressure. She felt the ejaculate spray from her cunt. Heard it splatter against flesh. It must have been a new personal record; stream after stream of cum erupted from her and Wraith's fingers did not leave her channel for the duration. Aurora spasmed around the wide digits heightening her own pleasure and prolonging the explosive orgasm. Chest heaving and slick with sweat, she finally came down from her orgasm. To her dismay, it had done nothing to relieve the unnatural desire she felt toward Wraith, and if anything had increased it. "Amazing," Wraith sat up and Aurora could see the extent of her damage. His face and chest were covered with her jizz. Small droplets had formed among his chest hair and a glance between his legs showed that he was even harder than before, if it was possible. "Now what should we do?" He stood and Aurora almost cried out in protest. All of that and he wasn't going to finish what he had started? Heat burned throughout her body, and she couldn't help but writhe against the chains. Her body needed him inside her and at this point she was willing to give him anything or any hole that he wanted as long as it eased the fire. Wraith stood patiently, his hands on his hips, small streams of cum running down his torso, and stared at Aurora. That's when she realized what he was waiting for. He wanted her to tell him what they were 'doing next'. Unable to contain herself, Aurora blurted out, "Fuck me." Wraith smiled, "Where?" "My cunt," she pleaded wantonly, arching her hips and letting her moisture drip onto the bed, "Make me cum again. And again." "Then what?" Wraith was enjoying this if the bulge in his pants was any indication, and the dirty talk was making Aurora hotter as more cream gushed from her pussy. At this rate she would be dehydrated for days. "Then take my ass," her anus clenched as she said the words, "Fill it with your cum after you fill my pussy." Any lasting traces of inhibition and guilt were gone. She needed this man to fuck every hole she had and leave her sticky with his cum. Wraith unbuckled his jeans and pushed them hurriedly down his legs. Aurora gasped at what emerged. At least nine inches long, and as thick as her wrist, she almost regretted urging Wraith to take her ass. But the thought was replaced by sudden anticipation as he climbed between her thighs. After stroking his dick a few time to full hardness, Wraith positioned its head at her dripping entrance. She watched, fascinated, as he arched his hips forward, driving first the bulbous head, then nearly a third of his shaft into her now-overstretched pussy. Fluid gushed around his member as he withdrew and Aurora groaned. He pushed her walls past their limits, but kept going. When Wraith was halfway inside, she felt the tip of his head brush along her g-spot and she whimpered. It felt amazing, more than amazing, blissful, and she almost came when he pushed hard on her clit with the pad of his thumb as he drove the rest of his shaft into her cunt. "Fuck!" she cried out and struggled against the bonds that still held her. For some reason they were not uncomfortable in the least, and in fact managed to make her even hornier for the monster currently nestled deep inside her. Something about being at the mercy of this man made Aurora wetter than she had ever felt before. Wraith withdrew halfway, once again nudging at Aurora's g-spot, before slamming back inside. She spasmed around him and shot a small squirt of fluid out onto his shaved pelvis. It dribbled down to their joining, and Aurora could feel the hot fluid against her sensitive outer lips. Another slam from Wraith had him hitting the very edge of her cervix, sending a ripple of pain/pleasure throughout her entire body. Thinking it could get no better, Wraith reached up and gripped her lapels. Aurora let out an excited squeal as he tore her blouse, ripping apart buttons and exposing her blue bra, which he hastily tore from her body. No man she had ever been with had exhibited this kind of strength, and Aurora had been with her fair share of rough boys in the sack. Thy Kingdom Come Ch. 01 Tiny peak nipples beaded on full, c-cup breasts and Wraith swooped in to take first one then the other in his mouth, rolling them around his tongue as he continued to plow her cunt, rubbing her g-spot with each thrust, as if he knew exactly where it was. "Keep going," Aurora urged, "I'm almost there. Keep fucking me." She wanted him to bite her nipples and, like he was reading her mind, Wraith obliged and she lost it. Another round of ejaculate pulsed from her cunt as he walls spasmed around Wraith's never-ceasing cock. He shifted, grinding his pelvis against her clit as the moisture pooled between their bodies, hot and slick against their skin. "I'm going to cum inside your tight cunt," Wraith growled, the first words he had spoken in a while, "And then I'm going to destroy your ass." Another shot of cum escaped Aurora at the promise, and Wraith pinched one of her nipples hard as he dove into once, twice, three more times and stilled. She could feel his cum, hotter than any she had the pleasure of experiencing before, splash against the small amount of space deep inside that Wraith's cock was not filling. It came in rushes, and it was not long until she felt so full she was sure she would burst. Wraith withdrew without warning, a river of cum dripped out of her cunt and onto the sheets as he lifted her legs, hooking them around his shoulders. Her ass was widened and exposed to his view and his body in the position. One finger entered Aurora's cunt, scooping up a mixture of their cream, before she felt it placed against her rosebud. He pressed, pushing easily pass her barrier. She could feel him wiggle the finger around before removing it; then there were two, stretching her wider. "I can take it," Aurora urged, needing to feel him inside her again, "Don't worry, just fuck me." She actually didn't know if she could take Wraith's enormous member, but just wanted to feel something filling her again. Pulling out his fingers, Wraith drove his cock into Aurora's drooling cunt once, lubing his cock with their mixture of cum before pressing her legs back further and positioning himself at her new entrance. It was a painful, amazing, exhilarating feeling as Wraith's shaft sunk slowly into her hole. He groaned at the tightness, and tried to contain the urge to drive himself in harder. Aurora whimpered and arched her back as he buried himself all the way to the hilt. It burned, but she clenched around him and moaned. "It's so big..." she panted squirming in Wraith's grasp, "So good..." He withdrew with a grin, "Maybe I'll introduce you to my friend, and together we can show you how full you can really get." Aurora creamed a little at the thought of two monster cocks filling her holes at the same time. It was almost too much. "Fill me up," she panted as Wraith began to fuck her harder. She could feel his shaft through the walls of her cunt and wished desperately to be able to finger herself so she could rub along its hardness as she stimulated her own g-spot. But her hands were secured, and she was forced to endure as Wraith pounded her with his unbelievably large cock. Cum dribbled out of Aurora's cunt in a steady stream coating Wraith's shaft with fresh lube after each thrust. It aided his efforts and it wasn't long before she could feel another monster orgasm approaching as he got rougher and faster. "Cum inside me," she urged, knowing the hot sensation of Wraith's semen would send her over the edge. Wraith's muscles bunched as he redoubled his efforts, driving even harder into her ass than he had into her cunt. After a moment of this, he froze and searing hot cum filled her backside, causing her inner walls to pulse and shoot another round of steaming ejaculate. She watched it this time as it hit Wraith's chest and abs, mingling with his sweat. Suddenly, her hands were free, and Aurora immediately used them to cling onto Wraith's shoulders as they rode out their orgasms together. Once finished, they both fell onto the bed, chests heaving. The smell of cum and musk lay heavy in the room, and Aurora couldn't even muster up the guilt she should have felt at allowing this man to fuck her like that. He was a kidnapper, for god's sake. A brute who claimed to be a supernatural being. But he was strong, and masculine, and had pleased her like few men ever could. Warm cum seeped from her holes, and Aurora was savoring the feeling, wondering if Wraith would be down for round three, when her head exploded with pain and a sharp, feminine voice that was certainly not her own filled her mind. "Are you the human who crashed into either a demon or an Angel last night?" it demanded as Aurora sat up, gripping her head. Wraith sat up too, looking immediately concerned. "What is it?" he asked excitedly. "Someone...talking..." was all Aurora could muster before the voice yelled again. "Who are you with?" Aurora squeezed her eyes shut and thought, 'Who is this?' "Answer the question human, and the pain will end." 'Wraith. I'm with some man named Wraith.' "That is not a man," the voice assured her, sounding al little relieved, "That is a demon and I need you to pass a message to him." 'Fine!' Aurora's thoughts screamed. The sooner she did what the voice wanted, the faster the pain would dissipate. "Tell him that Slake has opened a line of communication with you and will be in touch shortly. Tell him to stay put." The pain disappeared as quickly as it had come, leaving Aurora shaking from the encounter, but otherwise unharmed. She turned a wide-eyed gaze to the man...no demon, she was more apt to believe him now...next to her and quietly relayed the message from the female voice before disappearing silently into the bathroom. So far she had run over an Angel, been kidnapped, chained up, fucked mercilessly, and had her mind hijacked. As Aurora cleaned herself up from mind-boggling sex, she couldn't help but feel that fate had sickeningly led her into this fucked-up situation and she was in for one, messy, wild ride. To be continued...