8 comments/ 11641 views/ 16 favorites AOD By: AOD She suddenly found herself surrounded by five demons. They were much larger than the others. Their sunken gold eyes stared at her, assessing. A burgundy one moved closer. Luciel crouched, raising her sword to battle, but the creature only sniffed at her. A grin spread across its leathery face; jagged brown teeth in a razor-sharp smile. It growled and hissed, speaking in a language to the others she didn't comprehend. When they backed away from her, Luciel frowned in confusion. Lightning flashed and thunder threatened in the distance as the fetid breeze blew loose pieces of paper and dead leaves around her feet. Somewhere in the distance, there was an explosion. A flock of devils were being chased in the sky by six reapers. It all seemed so familiar. The dream; this was all as in the dream she kept having. Heart thudding, she spun around and stared at the scientific complex. Visions of Davariel standing inside the atrium filled her mind. He was coming. She could feel him. Luciel gathered her power about her, and teleported inside the building. The emergency lighting shed a faint glow in the large atrium, casting grotesque shadows in the corners and around the scant furniture dotting the lobby. The last time she'd been here, everyone had fled in terror at the first sign of demonic possession. That sign still laid split in two, innards spilled in a dried pool of blood upon the shiny, grey, marble floor. Luciel wrinkled her nose as she walked around the remains of what had once been the maintenance supervisor, Mr. Preschel. The last time she'd been here for briefing on the genetic codes of the demons, Mr. Preschel had started growling and hissing like rabid dog. Before he could attack one of the young lab techs, Luciel had stopped him in his tracks in half a blink. She never did like that man, especially after she'd nabbed him trying to molest the teenaged son of one of the receptionists in the restroom. She had felt the boy's terror emanating in waves as she walked down the corridor. The low heels of her boots echoed in the atrium as she moved with stealth, feeling the oppressive presence of evil pressing in on her. Outside, she felt the life force of the Master Guardians battling more demons. Luciel caught a glimpse of herself in the mirrored doors of the elevators. Tossing back the sleek fall of jet-black hair she'd inherited from her Asian father, she palmed her laser-gun. It was utterly useless against demons and devils. They absorbed the energy put out by the weapon as though it were candy. Her black uniform hugged her like a second skin, yet was comfortable to fight in. She sighed as she gazed into her own eyes. She'd had them permanently enhanced to the same icy-blue shade her mom had. Both of her parents had perished during this God-forsaken war. Their space transport had been under attack by Grei aliens out in open space. Her father had opted to self destruct the cruiser, rather than fall prey to the aliens. She was barely five years old at the time, just enrolled into Edenia's Master Guardians academy. A new wave of energy skittered along her skin making her shiver. Don't look into his eyes— she reminded herself. Davariel had the ability to enthrall like a vampire. Don't let yourself become mesmerized by his beauty, don't let his voice hypnotize you. The last thing she needed was to become angel-struck, a euphoria induced stupor that affected most beings when seeing Davariel for the first time. The second stage of being angel-struck was hysteria, and the need to hold him. She closed her eyes and swallowed. I can do this. I can kill him. Have to kill him. Visions of his making love to her filled her mind, but she shoved them away. Her lust for Davariel was her shameful secret, but she wasn't going to let that dissuade her from her destiny; to slay the angel of destruction. Allowing her immeasurable telekinetic powers to roll out in waves, she sensed his approach, but he was confusing his essence, not allowing her to gage where he would appear. The windows, the doors.... An explosion of glass above her gave little warning as the dome of the science building shattered into a million pieces. Glass fell like rain, bouncing off her protective telepathic shield. She tried to keep her gaze impassive as the seven-foot demon landed with astonishing grace before her. The magnificent black wings were gone, replaced by a pair of imposing, bright red, devil's wings. The wingspan from tip to tip had to be at least fourteen feet. His eyes had changed also. Now they glowed as if the fires of hell burned within their electric blue depths. Davariel smiled, lowering his blood soaked sword, his eyes looking her over with keen interest. Oh...my...God. She forced herself to breathe again as her eyes feasted upon the object of her lust-filled fantasies. The legendary Davariel was standing before her in the flesh. He was naked, drenched from head to toe in blood. His hair was crimson with it, but despite all the gore covering him, he was still the most spectacular being she'd ever seen in her life. The enormity of his transformation hit her. Why had this perfect creature decided to become so evil? She'd observed holographic visuals of how he was before the transformation and, yes, he was conceited and perversely wild, but that wasn't what stood before her now. "Why?" Luciel shook her head, trying to understand. "How could you let yourself become this?" She suddenly had the overwhelming urge to cry and gave herself a mental shake. She would not allow herself to become angel-struck. " Everyone and everything made me this," he whispered back to her, his smile fading as his eyes burned into hers, making every hair on her body stand on end. She struggled to grasp his meaning. Beings adored him like a god. How could that have spurred this...abomination? "I almost don't want to kill you," he added in a deep, mesmerizing tone, sniffing at her. "Your desire for me is strong, and I find you very tempting...I think I'd rather fuck you." The outrageous statement rolled off his tongue as if he were commenting on the weather. However, it wasn't the words, but the heated response of her body that shocked her. "Maybe after I weaken you a little, I'll bind you, then fuck you," he continued with a flirtatious smile. "Would you like that?" She gave her head a little shake to get her wits back and sneered. "I'll be the one weakening you, Davariel." His wings opened up behind his back as he stretched out his arms in mock surrender. "Then do with me as you wish, beautiful girl. Fuck me for as long and hard as you want." The unholy bastard has the most mesmerizing voice. Luciel blinked dazed for a few seconds, then she remembered her mission. The fallen angel had to die. "I won't fuck you, Dark Prince. I aim to destroy your heart." She lifted her sword for impact and slowly circled around him. He tilted his head, his amused gaze following her every movement. "Tell me your name, pretty girl." She steeled herself against the seductive pull of his physical perfection and voice. "Luciel Nguyen. I'm your angel of death, death angel." He made a sad little pout. "Even if you lose and I kill you, my heart will still be destroyed, Luciel, my love." The way he said her name was like a caress, and the rest of his words made no sense to her. What the hell did he mean? What a bizarre male. The fighting began before she could even blink. He used everything against Luciel, intent on destroying her...his strength, his power, even his mind, trying to push horrific images into hers', which she blocked. Her blows met his, strike for strike, the blades shooting out sparks as they clashed in fury. Luciel's body began emanating a fiery glow as she used her powers to surpass his physical strength and speed. The effort didn't seem to faze him. She knew he was the best swordsman among his kind. He was legendary. The average Master Guardian, with all their telekinetic capacity, could never surpass a reapers' skill with a sword. But Luciel wasn't your average Master Guardian. She swiped at him with her blade, going for his throat. He flew over her, spinning upside down in the air, thrusting his sword toward her heart, but she teleported herself to where he was going to land, stabbing up to impale him. He foresaw her tactic and hovered over the blade. He laughed and stuck his tongue out at her like the spoiled brat he was. "Bastard," she hissed and swung. One blond, bloodied tendril of hair dropped to the floor. He gasped, up righting himself, blinking surprised eyes at her. "My hair. That wasn't very nice, Luci." "Bite me," she spat. He smiled at her, revealing long sharp fangs. With a frustrated growl, she reengaged him in battle. She felt as though he were flying in circles around her, making her head spin. Davariel managed to knock her sword arm back and crush her body to his. His head dipped and she was stunned when he ran his tongue across her lips. She slowed down time, her power gathering within her like a super nova about to blow. His sword inched to her ribcage, ready to run her through as she prepared to telepathically ram her own hand into his chest and proceed to rip his heart out. They would die together. The thought made her smile. She wasn't prepared to see stars dancing before her eyes. He'd thrown her across the lobby, against the steel framework of an abstract work of art sitting within a large fountain. She tasted blood in her mouth, then teleported out in time before Davariel's sword split her in two. Luciel began to suspect he had abilities she wasn't aware of. He attacked again, managing to bash her sword from her hand this time. She recovered it telepathically, ducking just in time before his blade separated her head from her neck, but not before sending the pointed tip of a nearby flagpole whistling straight toward him. The sharp tip grazed his wing as he spun to avoid being impaled. His gasp of shock was audible. She'd almost succeeded in running him through that time. Now it was her turn to smirk, the feel of warm blood trickling down her chin. She even stuck her tongue out at him. He blinked at her in astonishment, then his glowing blue eyes went black, no whites showing. She knew it was a sign the fallen reaper had gone into kill mode. Heaven help her now. "Drop your sword and I'll spare your life, Luci. Our dance can be one of lust not death." Talk about a friggin' one track mind. She raised her hand and gave him the finger. "Pretty please," he implored with a childish whine. The demon bastard was trying to act cutesy. She stuck up her other middle finger from the hand holding the sword, tilting her head to the side with a snort. He chuckled, then came at her again in blinding speed with a snarl. She was at the limit of her powers trying to keep up with him in his kill mode. The metallic sound of the swords rang out and echoed in the atrium as the battle raged on seemingly without end. Davariel's muscles rippled with every fluid move, but the sight of his enormous cock jutting up against his belly was very distracting. His insolent smile told her he knew it was distracting. She had to kill him. All of creation would be doomed if she didn't. The first hour of the battle he constantly aimed for her throat or vital organs, and then he switched to bashing her sword with his blade so hard her teeth were already beginning to rattle in her head. Apparently, Davariel had decided she'd do just fine as the virgin sacrifice and was now trying to disarm her instead of killing her. Ha. He was in for a big surprise if he thought this virgin was going down easily. She wondered how he planned to capture her because he sure as hell was nowhere near defeating her. She spun neatly out of the way, as the tip of his blade sliced a hairs' breadth away from her belly, but the tip of hers caught his wing again. It was just a nick, but he snarled in anger. Blood oozed from the nicked wing; black demon's blood, falling like tears to stain the floor. Once again, she felt her heart twist in sadness over Davariel's fall from grace. Nevertheless, feeling more determined to put an end to this ordeal, she managed to nick him again, this time right over his left nipple. He backed off, clenching his fists and baring his teeth with a furious roar. What a sore loser. The unholy sound echoed in the immense atrium. He was finally silent, his eyes narrowing as a sly smile spread across his beautiful blood smeared face. That couldn't be good. She heard exquisite singing and almost expected to see a chorus of angels floating above her head. What she did see made her scream...in impotent rage. Blackness overtook her. Chapter Two A stinking mermaid. It was the last thing she recalled seeing suspended in the opening where the glass dome had once covered the building. A scaly, slimy creature, held in the embrace of a grey winged devil that smirked behind the singing mermaid. She hated the disgusting creatures and the mind distorting effects of their voices. Swearing inwardly, she opened her eyes and her heart sank. She was power bound to a black marble-like altar, face down and naked. She struggled to release herself, sensing Davariel's essence all around her, but it was useless. Luciel was amazed at the extent of power he emanated. Why hadn't anyone realized he had developed the abilities of a Master Guardian? Dredging up a slew of colorful cuss words, she decided it was time to put plan B into action. Davariel had a weakness. He was sexually insatiable. Aside from killing and bathing in his victims' blood, he loved fucking... to the point of distraction, she might add. Ironically, many crazed females, with penchants for demons, lined up for the privilege of having him fuck them within an inch of their lives. She was going to have to pretend to be one of those females. Right, Luci. Keep telling yourself that. She blew out a frustrated breath. She needed to get a grip. The blood ritual, if completed would bring about the destruction of all. Luciel had to lose her virginity and, while she had him distracted, proceed to rip the demon bastard's black heart out. She looked around. The chamber she was in appeared to be carved within a cave. The floor was black ashy dirt and the walls rough, deep red stone. Strange stones illuminated the dank, hot, cavernous room dully, casting misshapen shadows within the many cracks and crevices. All around her were whispers, growling, and low menacing laughter, even though she couldn't see its source in the gloom. The stench of decay, dank moisture, and something acrid made her want to gag. Where the hell am I? Again, she swore mentally. She tugged at the power bonds and sighed in frustration. And where is that blond son-of-a- Speak of the devil and in he walks...leather strap in hand. She swallowed hard. Behind Davariel, four more demons entered, but separated once within the cavernous room, taking a stand in each of the four corners of the chamber. Not good. They were hideous creatures with thick wrinkly skin, boney faces and curved spiny backs. One was a burgundy color, another bluish, the third greenish and the last one grey. They snickered, watching her with their glowing yellow eyes, making her skin crawl. Great. Now she had an audience that would most likely kill her after she ripped Davariel's heart out. It didn't matter. She was willing to sacrifice her life in order to kill the angel of destruction. Davariel had to die. Once more, he was naked, but this time clean of any gore. His hair gleamed gold, streaked with pale blond, and he emanated a sweet scent that obliterated the unholy stench in the chamber. She tried not to stare, focusing her attention on his bare feet as he approached her, but to her dismay, even his feet seemed to enthrall her. They were long, slender, delicately boned; every toe with a perfectly square rosy nail. Not a single hangnail or hammer toe—damn. Luciel closed her eyes with a groan of misery. When she reopened them, he'd crouched down so that his eyes were level with hers, and cocked his head to one side. "Are we comfy?" She let her gaze drop to his mouth, afraid of looking into those mesmerizing blue eyes that were even more breathtaking up close. Unfortunately, it wasn't a better option. His full lips were smooth, kissed with a dewy, pink blush that made her want to bite at them.... With a start, she closed her eyes, angry with herself at becoming distracted with him again. Come-on, Luciel Nguyen. You're a tough-assed New York City girl. Are you gonna let this pretty-boy get the best of you? "Well, you certainly know how to make a girl feel right at home," she said with bitter sarcasm, then let her head drop with a thud onto the altar in despair. She berated herself mentally. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. You're supposed to seduce him. Fuck him silly-rip black heart out. She heard him chuckling, then felt him stroke her hair. "You speak strangely, little Edenian." She struggled half-heartedly against the power bonds and tried for a seductive stare...that is, if she could keep herself from melting beneath his own seduction. Heaven help her. Those eyes. She opened her mouth to say something—anything—but became lost in his gaze, that face, those lips...Oh God. He's an absolute dream. "Fuck me," was all she could whisper like some star-struck adolescent girl. She didn't mean it in the literal sense; it was just a stupid thing one said when one didn't know what else to say. Then again, she'd have to be dead from the brain down not to wonder how Davariel would feel snuggled up between her thighs. A little voice in the back of her head was screaming at her, telling her that she was letting herself become angel-struck, but she ignored the annoying voice, opting to let her gaze drop down to his lap instead. Oh, God, yes. That was so much nicer. Ignore the voice...devour that.... A sound startled her. It was coming from her mouth. She whimpering like a bitch in heat. Yep...I've lost my mind. The glowing of his eyes intensified as he licked his smiling lips. "So you want me to fuck you after all, little Luci?" He laughed as he traced the outline of her mouth with the tip of his finger. "Are you having naughty thoughts about me, pretty girl?" Through the hazy lust-filled fog turning her brain to mush, she realized Davariel's glowing irises were larger than most humanoids. The effect was hypnotic, drawing her in. He had the eyes of an incubus. Hadn't the scientists theorized Davariel to be cambion because of his innate ability to enthrall? Part incubus, part Seraph. No one knew who his parents were. Those sinful lips she'd been dying to sample rubbed softly over her mouth making her sigh. "We're allowed to kiss, Luci... and touch," he murmured before deepening the kiss, letting his tongue sweep into her mouth. She trembled, moaned, and thrust her hips against the smooth stone of the altar, trying to ease the terrible ache that had her swollen and throbbing for him. He withdrew. "And I am very well allowed to mind fuck you." Reality shifted like a ripple across a reflective surface and she suddenly found herself on her back, her wrists tied to a wrought iron bed in what looked like the burned out remains of a castle. Is this real? Did he teleport us somewhere else? The wind howled with a deafening roar through the large bare hole in one wall. It showed an expanse of sky seething with dark, almost reddish, black clouds. The red glow from the gloom outside illuminated only half of Davariel, who stood at the foot of the bed, looking at her with a tormented intensity she did not comprehend. AOD The wind blasting into the charred ruins of the room whipped his long hair around his body. The gold strands caressed well sculpted pectorals, not overly large, and his abs looked as if carved by an artist's loving hand, well defined and rock hard. The bright red wings snapped open, and with a quick fluttering motion, brought him above her. Hands clasped between his legs, he looked undecided as to what to do first. His arms rippled with ropey muscles and he had the most beautiful thighs she'd ever seen on a man. She'd dreamt of touching those thighs, stroking her fingers and tongue over them, making him tremble in anticipation. He flew in closer, settling his knees to either side of her face. Words were unnecessary. The intent clear. She should have been terrified, repulsed, yet her body trembled with impatient anticipation What am I doing? Luciel, snap out of it. Keep your head on straight or all will be lost. Even as the thought flitted through her mind, she found herself opening her mouth with the eagerness of a starving prostitute. Davariel . She moaned around the mouthful of male flesh. She devoured him in adoration, making him shudder. The magnificent fallen angel undulated his breathtaking torso like a snake over her. She'd never seen a man move with such fluid sensuality. Davariel was as graceful as he was beautiful. Wisps of pale gold streamed down his body to his hips, tickling her cheeks a bit as he moved. He groaned with pleasure, his hands gripping the metal headboard. His eyes blazed into hers, his hand coming down and caressing her cheek with a tenderness that moved her. Something inside her melted, softened, and bloomed. He, on the other hand, looked shattered, devastated, as if he hadn't expected so much ecstasy. He closed his eyes with a whimper, then shook his head. " No-n o-no. I can't. I mustn't feel this." His hand rubbed over his heart, as if it ached, then he closed it into a tight fist, punching the wall behind the metal headboard. With an angry snarl, he clenched his teeth, showing gleaming sharp fangs. His eyes closed and he took a deep breath. He began to utter words in another language, the angelic tongue of the Dominatio. She understood him perfectly and shivered in fear at his words. "I am the dark prince, the light of mourning. Cursed is he who walks in light, for I shall bring about eternal darkness. Blood and despair are my gifts to those of this realm. I give back what was given to me...a dark loveless life." He suddenly pulled free from her mouth and slipped down to plunge into her. She screamed in distress at the cleaving pain. "Aw—does it hurt, Master Guardian? Does it really hurt?" He screamed the last words in a fit of rage. She willed her trembling body to relax, accept the punishing thrusts. The pain of his possession melted away to a dark pleasure that had her spreading her thighs wider and meeting his driving strokes. Molten desire threatened to consume her with every slap of his hips against her pelvis. He rocked against her with a force that made her pert breasts bounce. With his wings fanning behind him, she was able to wrap her legs around his trim waist. Her sharp cries of discomfort smoothed out to low moans of gratification as she tugged the ties holding her wrists above her head. She longed to touch him, stroke that silky flesh and tangle her fingers in his blond mane. "Oh, yes," she moaned in ecstasy. "Please, Davariel. Untie me. Let me touch you too. I want...." He kissed her-hard. Heaven help her. She wasn't supposed to enjoy this, but she was; enjoying every single delicious inch of it. She kissed him back with equal fervor, making him moan. Her legs tightened around him as she struggled to grind herself harder against his vigorous thrusts. The music of their coupling seemed to rise above the roar of the wind; the soft sighs, the moans. Again, he groaned in gratification, sliding his face into her neck, inhaling her sweet essence. "You smell of...love," he sighed in bliss. Davariel's head rose up enough to look into her eyes. "Luciel, my...." he stopped and bit his lip. He looked tormented, agonized, then snapped upright with a soul-shattering scream that reverberated throughout the castle. She cried, wanting to beg him to stop. The absurdity of her thoughts struck her. She was supposed to kill him...like now. Why in hell's name was she obsessing about him clawing himself like a mad man? The image of everything around her rippled like a reflection in a pool of water, shimmering away to nothingness, until once again, she found herself power bound to the altar in the cavern. She was still face down, surrounded by four snarling demons as Davariel blinked emotionless eyes at her. He was still crouched in the same position. Luciel stared in shock and terror at him. "It was all in your mind, Luci. You're still a virgin," he continued in that soft, sweet, serene tone of his. "Your little plan of seduction at getting me to ruin you for the sacrifice didn't work. You will be the virginal sacrifice, sweet Luci." He stood with a frown, contemplating her sullenly. "Sleep my love." And she knew no more. Chapter Three Luciel stirred, her sluggish mind foggy. The sneaky bastard had tranced her to sleep. Her body felt sore, reminding her of the epic battle she'd had with Davariel. He was as good as the legends touted, but he hadn't beaten her. Just stooped to underhanded method's to capture her. At least she was lying on a soft comfortable bed, though she had no idea where. Lifting her head, she made out a small room, illuminated by the weak light filtering in through its single window. The walls looked as if they had once been white. Now they were a dingy cream color, unadorned except by the wooden moldings surrounding the door and window in the sparsely furnished room. The bed she laid upon was wide, with a frayed patchwork quilt and metal headboard, tarnished with age. Beneath the window was an old wooden trunk with a broken lock and on the wall to her left was a little stone fireplace, cold and unlit. Wincing with stiff and sore muscles, she rose from the bed, noticing an antique, framed mirror in the corner at the foot of the bed. She was still naked, with nothing but her long black hair to cover her. The rigid wooden planks chilled the soles of her feet as she made her way to the dusty window. There was a forest of tall blue pines, and a sparkling stream close to the cottage. Beyond that, she could see the sun peeping beneath a blanket of thick, dark clouds as it slipped behind snow-capped mountains. Soft mists danced like lonely ghosts along the ground, lending an aura of gloom. The tall trees swayed as the wind moaned and cried like a wounded animal. No other sound permeated the seemingly lifeless forest. This was not Megdoluc. She'd seen visuals of the demon planet on her holographic image reproducer. Where in Hades had the blond demon transported her to now? A soft touch in her hair had her spinning back in alarm. Davariel stood behind her, his expression unreadable. Again, he was naked, adorned with nothing more than his tucked wings, loose hair that reached to his ass, and monstrous erection pointed at her like a molecular vaporizing canon. Geez. Does that thing ever go down? She felt bewildered she hadn't sensed his approach. How the hell does he do that? He reached out and took a strand of her hair, feeling its texture between his fingers. "Are you hungry?" She clapped her hands over her mouth just as she was about to moan at the sound of his voice. Her lack of control was really beginning to annoy her. "I'd rather starve than accept anything from you," she shot back, slapping his hand away. He cocked his head to the side, a gesture he did often. "Silly girl, before dying of starvation you'll be sacrificed." "Why, Davariel? What will you get out of destroying the universe?" He shrugged, letting his hungry eyes travel over her. "What happened to your black wings," she demanded, trying to ignore the way her body tingled at his covetous perusal of her. "I cut the damned things off. They gave me these." The red wings opened up a bit as he wiggled them with a satisfied smile. "The black ones were more beautiful," she said, making him frown. "The black ones marked me as a slave to what I was...a celibate holy warrior. I didn't want to be celibate." His voice dripped with distaste "Beings were in awe of you." "They're still in awe of me," he retorted, eyes narrowing, as he tipped his pert nose up. "No. They're terrified of you." "Then that's even better." Taking her hand as if they were the best of friends, he pulled her toward the door. She yanked back her hand and crossed her arms over her bare breasts. "I'm not going anywhere with you." He gripped her arms, but she began to struggle until he manuevered behind her, holding her still. "Shhh. It's all right, my love," he chuckled softly, making her bones turn to jelly. His beautiful scent wrapped around her and just like that the fight went out of her. He pulled her up against the solid wall of his chest, his erection resting against the swell of her ass. As he caressed her breasts, his lean hips moved, rubbing against her. Davariel kissed her neck, nipped and licked, making her shudder. "I'm sorry I had to fight you." His voice was a dulcet caress against her ear. He's sorry? "You're only going to do worse later. Sacrifice, remember?" Good, Lord. Was that pathetic, pouty little feminine voice hers? And why couldn't she stop wiggling her upturned ass against him. She didn't care. He felt wonderful, smelled even better, like sea breeze, or fresh mountain air after rainfall, crisp, clean. "I want to keep you...for myself. Maybe I can find another sacrifice," he murmured against her neck. "Your scent, Luci." He slid his nose along the side of her neck, giving her goose bumps. "It makes me feel strange emotions," he sighed as one arm came around her, holding her tightly against him. He continued to rub himself against her. His other hand came up to grasp a handful of her hair, rubbing his face against it like a cat. "So soft. It spills through my fingers like water. You're so cute and little and feisty. I think I like you." He sounded surprised. "I think I like you too." She reached behind and grabbed his firm ass. Oh-yum. Luciel squeezed, marveling at the baby-soft skin over tight muscle; so perfect for swatting. She bit her lips. His laugh was a warm whisper against her neck, full of delight, giving her chills. "Such an eager, untouched little virgin." Untouched? She looked down at his hands cupping her pert breasts, hanging on for dear life. "I'm not so untouched." She tried to sound knowledgeable. Once more, the amused chuckle tickled her ear. "Your hands don't count, my love." For a moment she felt heat suffuse her face. Did he know? Could he know he was the star of all her wet dreams? She gave him a teasing smile over her shoulder. "So if you're going to keep me, then touch me. Take me, Davariel." She felt his cock leap against her ass and pushed back harder against him. He tangled his long fingers in her mane, pulling her head to give him access to her mouth. His lips sealed over hers, tongue thrusting in to savor and lick her mouth like succulent fruit. Luciel felt the wetness of her growing lust slick the juncture of her thighs. The throbbing between her legs grew more insistent, making her whimper when his fingers pulled her head back to separate their lips. She panted, staring helplessly at his dewy lips, swollen from the rough kiss "So eager to bathe my cock with the blood of your innocence. Why should I appease you? You've been a naughty girl," he said in a husky voice. Had his fingers not been threaded through her hair and his other arm clamped around her waist, she would have fallen to her knees; her legs were shaking so bad. "Not," she protested with a pout. "How have I been naughty?" Luciel arched her neck farther back, wanting so much to have him devouring her mouth again. One corner of his luscious mouth quirked up as his eyes lowered to her breasts. The hand gripping her waist slid up and cupped her one. Luciel gasped, twisting in his hold as he pinched the nipple, the jolt of pain zinging to her throbbing clit and making her hiss in pleasure. "You wanted to run me through with your blade when I gave you the option of running you through with mine." He ground himself against her ass, letting her know which blade he meant. "And I even said pretty please." Davariel clicked his tongue and shook his head, lifting one golden brow. Luciel had never had a man penetrate her, only a brief session of heavy petting with one of the fledgling Master Guardians at the academy. They'd both been in training, young and curious about sex. The boy had been reluctant to push his cock into her and she really didn't want to go all the way either, but now... the emptiness inside her demanded relief. She needed Dava's cock piercing her, splitting her open, possessing her. "But I'm sorry now," she whined, still squirming against him. Her plumps lips were deep rose from his kisses, her nipples pebbled to tiny points. Luciel starred up at him, lashes swept low over lust darkened blue eyes. The scent of how wet she was made his mouth water and prick ache. If only... how he longed to fill her... her mouth, her pussy, her ass. "Convince me," he murmured, fingers pinching her nipples to make her arch her breasts into his hands with a hungry little moan. "Tell me what you would have me do to you. Share your naughty thoughts about me, pretty girl." Her face grew a delightful shade of pink that extended down to her breasts. Ah, virgins. Davariel grinned. How he loved despoiling them. But I can't touch this one. Oh, fuck my life--he thought despondently. Davariel watched the tip of her pink tongue dart out and moisten her plump lips, her breathing becoming a little more agitated as well as his. "I...I always dream about us..." she hesitated, her blush becoming more pronounced. Davariel bit his lower lip to stifle a groan. He was sure those dreams had plenty to do with vigorous fucking and thought it cute she felt embarrassed to say so. "Elaborate," he drawled. Luciel winced, her eyes going round as she worried the corner of her lower lip, her thighs shifting. No doubt, her cunt was twitching, eager for his cock. The thought made him ache more, press harder against the cleft of her upturned ass until his tortured flesh was clasped between her meaty globes. Would it count if he took her ass, or slid his shaft between her lips, her perky breasts? "You always . . ." she interrupted his musings, took a shuddering breath and continued, "come to me, lick me till I just want to die of rapture and then you . . ." She closed her eyes and swallowed. Davariel held his breath, his heart pounding fiercely. "Fuck me...hard," she finally whispered. Davariel closed his eyes and swallowed back a moan as the image she whispered about burned itself in his mind. Her sweet thighs wrapped around his waist, his cock buried deep, plunging, filling, throbbing within her wet heat. "I always wake up when I come because I scream your name." She was torturing him, killing him with every word. His cock, nestled within the seam of her ass felt like its skin was about to burst from how swollen he felt. "My hand is always between my legs. I...I guess I masturbate in my sleep dreaming of you." He couldn't help the shudder that made him tremble. In response her body pressed tighter against his. "Dava, it aches," she whispered. Something in his chest tightened. "Then soothe it, my love," he sighed. "Let me see you soothe the ache dreaming of me causes you." He turned her and set her on the wooden trunk. Placing his hands on her knees, Davariel opened her legs. Her deep rose pussy glistened, wet and open like an exotic flower. So-so pretty. She was tiny there and the desire to shove his tongue deep inside and lap up her cream had him tearing his gaze away to her eyes lest he fall into temptation. Luciel's cheeks could not have been pinker. He felt the tension in her legs, as if she wanted to slam them shut. Her eyes welled for a split second before her jet lashes lowered, shuttering her pale blue orbs. The shy virgin. He didn't want her timid. He wanted her wanton, sure of herself. "Look at me, Luci." He released his pheromones. He couldn't fuck her, but he'd revel in her pleasure. She raised her eyes to his. Immediately, her pupils dilated more, until the black nearly obliterated the icy blue. Her nostrils flared, and a soft sigh escaped her lips. The tension in her legs abated, and she actually leaned back a little more, and widened them Yes. "Touch yourself," he hissed. "I want to see you pleasure yourself." Another breathy whimper passed through her plump lips, as her fingers dipped into her wet slit. Her back arched, and her eyes closed to glittering slits. Her feet rose to tiptoes, and her hips undulated slowly as she rubbed her pussy for him. Davariel bit his lower lip and growled, her musky scent filling his lungs. "Yes, my Luci. Imagine it's my hand that cherishes you." Her free hand reached up and caressed one taut, round breast. She pinched and rolled a pert little nipple making herself hiss. Davariel clenched his teeth and growled, "harder. Tweak them harder." Luciel whimpered, but obeyed, pulling at her little teat until it grew cherry red. Davariel gripped his cock as he leaned forward, and licked her abused nipple and fingers. He squeezed his prick until the head grew purple, fearing he'd explode all over her. She began to tremble, her mewling cries causing more blood to surge into Dava's rigid cock. He backed off panting, covering the head of his cock with his free hand. He was so close. The agony of holding back his release made him want to scream. One drop of semen on her flesh, one drop of his tainted demon's seed would render her less potent for... Sacrifice. I don't want to sacrifice her. I want her. Mine. Dava scowled, feeling anger stir within him. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, the pants and whimpers of her approaching climax confusing themselves with sobs. She arched her sweet body, her head dropping back, thighs spread. Davariel's mouth watered as he watched her glistening fingers slide within her slit, her hips jerking in counterpoint. Beautiful. How he longed to bury his face there, shove his tongue deep into her virgin hole and claim her. Closing his eyes for a moment, he sucked in a deep breath. Her scent was driving him wild. His cock bucked in agony. Davariel growled deep in his throat, opening his eyes again to contemplate the beauty before him. Mine. I want her to be mine. Does she love me? Is it possible she can love me? Pale blue eyes peered at him through lash-laced slits. "Dava...D-Dava..." she sobbed, lower lip trembling. "Yes, my love. Tell me," he begged, his heart about to pound out of his chest. "Tell me what my soul longs to hear." Tell me you love me. Davariel's eyes glowed bright and blue, his lips and cheeks flushed rose as he stared earnestly into her eyes, expectantly. His blond locks streamed over his shoulders, ribbons of gold pouring over taut muscle and sinew, red wings held out and open behind his back. A creature of utter beauty that made her want to weep. Again, words stirred in her heart. She writhed, her panting turning into sobs. "I...I..." love him, but have to destroy him. Oh, God. Her body convulsed before she betrayed herself. Wetness gushed onto her fingers and her back bowed with the force of her orgasm. She felt as if she couldn't inhale deep enough while her entire body clenched, and then shook in spasms. Her ragged cries of ecstasy reverberated through the tiny room, as the golden-haired fallen angel watched. Through her tears, she thought she saw a look of disappointment flash in his eyes, but when she blinked, it was gone. He watched her the way prey watches its kill before descending upon it.