Auction From Hell (Pm only for one dominant female.)

Slavery had been all but abolished by all of the civilized races, and most everywhere. There was one place however where it still ran rampant, the bowels of hell. Sure, there were a few places aboveground where one could come across a slave auction, but the nine layers of hell were ripe with slavery, rape, and every other kind of depravity you could imagine.

"Ladies, gentlemen, demons, demonesses, and fiends alike. Over the past few hours you have witnessed the sale of everything from halflings to trolls, even a giant or two. Now I give you something so rare that only one such sale has ever been recorded."

The demon hosting walked across the stage one more and waved his arm. Immediately a large covered container appeared before him. The container was covered by a blood-red sheet of silk.

"Only once has another of these heavenly creatures been sold, and that was to Lucifer himself. Now is your chance to be the second person in histroy to own an..."

The demon grabbed hold of the sheet and in one fluid motion ripped it free, unveiling a young male angel, chained to the floor of the cage. The angel wore nothing, and blushed a deep shade of red as he was unveiled. His white and feathery wings were folded around him, covering as much of himself as he could. His head was covered with short blond hair, and his eyes were a startlingly deep shade of blue.

The crowd erupted with applause and premature bids and promises.

"An angel everybody, freshly caught and not a scratch or mark on him...yet."

The announcers let a broad and evil smile cross his face as he looked back and forth from the angel to the crowd.

"We shall start the bidding at 500,000 gold. Do I have any takers."

Once again the demon looked over the broad crowd as he awaited a response.

OOC: Looking for one woman to play the dominant role and buy the angel, you can play any race you want. Pm me with any ideas or interest.

She stood in the back of the cavernous room watching with barely veiled contempt as the demons and other such riff raff jockeyed for postion while they made purchases. She had little desire to be here today, but word had travelled through the underworld that there was something special about today’s auction. Something that she wouldn’t want to miss.

Languidly she raised a small boned hand, tipped with long sharp blood red nails and smothered a yawn. So far, she had seen nothing special and was regretting the decision to come as the sale of the poor dredges of hell had little interest. The sale was just about over when the crowd stirred as the red draped container was brought out.

She nodded to herself. Obviously they were waiting until the end, when all the punks had spent their money before bringing out the good stuff; it was a good idea because it kept the prices down for the serious bidders. She listened to the auctioneers spiel with feigned disinterest but couldn’t help the soft gasp as he stripped the cover off.

She wasn’t alone as everyone else reacted too and her lips twitched with something close to laughter as they all made ridiculous offers and promises, ones she already knew they couldn’t keep. She studied the angel with interest. She knew like most of the beings below and above, he would be practically immortal.

That held deep interest to her, also the fact he was so pure…that would be quite the thing to take from him. She had been alive for hundreds of years, Succubae that she was, she had done that many, many times before, but this one would be special…she could have so much fun with him….

The bidding was fast and furious as she expected it would be but she held back, waiting until it began to taper off before she made her move. She spoke up then, offering a price considerably higher than the last bid and the room fell silent. A few minutes later, the angel was hers.

Moving through the crowd she completed the sale, then turned to the handlers, not looking at her new possession. “Deliver it to my home, unmarked as it is right now. Find it some clothes…the poor thing looks a little wretched right now, we ought to do something about it for him.” she paused, her voice like ice as she spoke again. “Recall that I said unmarked….if there is a single scratch on it when I take delivery, one of you can take its place.”

The lesser demons nodded and bowed toward her as she turned on a heel and left, never looking toward the cage where her angel crouched. She went home and spent time puttering around in preparation for his arrival.

The knock at her door brought her and she stood and watched as they brought him in, standing in her entrance as they unceremoniously dumped him blinking on the floor. She leaned against the wall, all 5’6 of her, her long slender legs encased in formfitting red leather. Her breasts pressed against the blood red leather, straining as she admired him as he lay on her floor. Her waist length red hair swirled around her as she stepped around his prone figure, studying him closely now that he was hers.

She stopped by his head, the black leather of her knee length high heeled boots inches from his nose as her green eyes narrowed. Speaking softly she said, “Now is that anyway to greet your new Mistress, Slave? I thought it was more appropriate to kneel, rather than prostrate yourself on the floor…though I admire the sentiment, you may kiss my feet later, for now, you are to dirty.” Her tones mocked him as she made these outrageous statements, knowing that wasn’t the reason, but goading him just the same.

“What is your name slave?”

Damien had never been so humiliated in his entire life. Here he was, naked as the day he had been created, being bid upon by all of the worst kinds of creatures imagined. Even worse was that the chains around him forced him to kneel. His face was blushing terribly.

The demon who was selling him was right when he had said that he was freshly caught, as he had been the only survivor of a group of angels that a large demon troupe had ambushed. The demons however had other plans in mind other than just killing him. They allowed his body to heal and then brought him down to the hells where they quickly went about putting him up for sale.

Despite everything he had seen in his admittedly short life however Damien was still as pure and noble as any angel soldier could be.

Damien watched and listened as the bids quickly rose, until they topped well over 5 million gold. The number made him flush a little deeper. He had known that he would fetch a high price, but it scared him just as much. Damien knew that whomever successfully bought him would likely be very powerful, and even more so down here, and unbeatable in their home. The final price that Damien was sold for totalled 7.5 million gold, and Damien flinched when the word "sold" passed the lips of the auctioneer.

Damien tried to get a good look at the person who had bought him, but all he could trully tell was that it was a woman. The woman's voice was as cold and unforgiving as ice, and Damien couldn't help but flinch when he heard it.

“Deliver it to my home, unmarked as it is right now. Find it some clothes…the poor thing looks a little wretched right now, we ought to do something about it for him. Recall that I said unmarked…if there is a single scratch on it when I take delivery, one of you can take its place.”

Damien offered up no resistance as the slavers opened his cage and tossed him some clothes. They unlocked the chains barring him to the floor, and he quickly snatched up the clothes, eager to have at least some protection from the prying eyes. The shirt was uncomfortable, but with a brief flex of his wings, they tore free and he was as comfortable as could be expected based on his circumstances.

"At least she knows how to take care of her..."

Damien spoke the words more to himself than anybody else as he was quickly loaded onto a cart and chained once more. A blindfold was secured over his eyes, ensuring that he woudl have no idea of how to get back to any familiar territory down here.

It didn't take long for them to reach their destination, which made Damien assume that the woman who had bought him was either incredibly lucky to have come across so much money, or very powerful. Damien felt the chains being unlocked and heard a knock on a door. The blindfold was removed as the door was opened, and Damien was shoved none-too-kindly to the floor just inside the door.

Damien saw a woman leaning against the far wall, but was still recovering to the sudden brightness, so hadn't picked himself up off of the floor yet as she walked over. Damien could tell just by looking at the woman now what she was, and the thought chilled his blood.

"Succubus."

Damien almost spat the word as she walked around him, studying him. The single word was spoken with as much malice and hatred could be had from the voice of an angel. Damien didn't dare move yet, he had to make this woman think he was a pure and demure weakling if he was to have any chance.

The woman stopped her circling finally, with her booted foot just inches from his face.

“Now is that anyway to greet your new Mistress, Slave? I thought it was more appropriate to kneel, rather than prostrate yourself on the floor…though I admire the sentiment, you may kiss my feet later, for now, you are to dirty. What is your name slave?”

The succubus' tone was soft, yet mocking as she insulted Damien with her words. They stung a bit, but he wasn't about to her know that.

Damien leapt quickly to his feet, leaping back and to the side a bit to avoid the door. He used his wings to add to his speed and reaction, minimizing her ability to react, but he was ready for her all the same.

"You succubus are not my mistress, and I am not your slave."

Again Damien almost spat the words from his mouth as he mentally prepared himself for whatever the succubus would throw at him. He had no weapon, no armor, hadn't eaten in 2 days, and had barely slept the past several nights, but he was not going to make this easy for her.

"You succubus are not my mistress, and I am not your slave."

She watched him as he sprang across the room, her body coiled, waiting. She laughed out loud at his spirited reply, quite happy that she had lucked onto this find. He was a prize alright, fresh out of the skies and all hers. Her inspection of him had shown her he was young and that was good too. Now he showed he had spirit and that was even better.

Without warning, a trace of a smile still on her lips, she leapt the length of the room, erasing the distance he’d put between them, clamped her hands on his shoulders and shoved him back against the wall. Her speed was just short of incredible. She stopped, her nose three inches from his, green eyes boring into blue. She knew the pressure on his wings must be uncomfortable, but it really didn’t matter to her.

She leaned closer, the leather covered front of her outfit brushing across his chest as she carefully enunciated her words so there was no room for misinterpretation. “First of all Slave, contrary to what you think, I am your Mistress, your goddess, and the only reason you haven’t joined your brethren in death. How many of the bidders out there today do you think wanted you to keep you alive? Most of them wanted the bragging rights killing an angel would give them. You should be grateful, but I don’t expect it.” She paused then continued, her voice dropping to steel covered velvet.

“You are indeed my slave and I have 7500000 reasons why you are that way. Did you really think I would spend that much just out of the goodness of my heart to let you leave? Give you your freedom? You are in hell now angel boy…kindness and hell doesn’t really relate. Now…If you are finished arguing for the moment, I asked you a question. A word to the wise, when your Mistress asks you a direct question, it is a good idea to answer, otherwise things might go…badly for you.”

She stepped back, letting him move a couple inches to take the pressure off his wings. Arching an eyebrow she asked again, “What, is your name Slave?”

Damien had thought he had been ready for her, but he had been sadly mistaken. Never before had he fought a demon down here in the depths of hell. Damien was caught completely off-guard at the succubus' speed, and was quickly shoved painfully hard against the wall, with her only inches away holding him there. The succubus leaned close and pressed her leather-clad breasts against his chest. Much as he tried to resist it, a small moan escaped his lips as he felt her full breasts against his chest.

“First of all Slave, contrary to what you think, I am your Mistress, your goddess, and the only reason you haven’t joined your brethren in death. How many of the bidders out there today do you think wanted you to keep you alive? Most of them wanted the bragging rights killing an angel would give them. You should be grateful, but I don’t expect it.”

The succubus' words were spoken confidently in a voice as cold and hard as stone. Damien tried to keep up his brave visage, but he was first to blink and lower his gaze from hers while her green eyes bore into him. Damien couldn't meet her gaze anymore.

“You are indeed my slave and I have 7500000 reasons why you are that way. Did you really think I would spend that much just out of the goodness of my heart to let you leave? Give you your freedom? You are in hell now angel boy…kindness and hell doesn’t really relate. Now…If you are finished arguing for the moment, I asked you a question. A word to the wise, when your Mistress asks you a direct question, it is a good idea to answer, otherwise things might go…badly for you.”

The succubus' tone hadn't changed, and it sent a chill down his spine. Damien knew that those green eyes were still glaring at him, so he kept his head bowed.

'Heart, what heart. You are nothing but an evil and vile temptress who would seek to use me for your own selfish pleasure.'

Damien thought the statement in his head, but as he couldn't bring himself to say it. Even as the succubus stepped back, he could still feel the weight of her presence. Damien took a hesitant step forward and lifted his gaze to meet hers once more, though there was now uncertainty in his eyes. he swallowed hard and said.

"Damien, my name is Damien."

He knew what she had also expected him to say. She expected him to call her mistress, but he wasn't going to give her that satisfaction.

She hadn’t missed that low moan when she’d leaned into him, she had just filed it for examination later. She noticed how fast his brave façade had vanished under the face of pressure but she had a good idea that it was only a temporary reprieve. Her angel had fight, she gave him silent credit for that, but years of experience gave her the upper hand. She almost smiled as his gaze dropped first, and again as his eyes refused to come back to hers.

'Heart, what heart. You are nothing but an evil and vile temptress who would seek to use me for your own selfish pleasure.'

The thought sounded as clearly as if he had spoken, but with the peculiar echo that told her it had been an inner thought. She kept the trace of a smile off her lips this time, filing that away for later as well, content in just knowing now the way to his inner being. Typical angel…it was all about love for them love and goodness and light. Her nose crinkled at that thought. She was more about lust and darkness of soul, but the two might be able to find common ground…or not. After all, he was right in one respect, at this point it was really all about her.


She waited as he stepped forward, watched calmly as he lifted his eyes once more and somehow kept a straight face at the uncertainty in them. She waited patiently as he paused, seeming to work up the courage to answer.

"Damien, my name is Damien."

“Ah yes, Damien, the patron saint of physicians…Tell me Damien; do you have any skill at healing?” She laughed softly as his eyes widened. She had no intention of pursuing that this day, but he didn’t need to know that…

She stepped forward to meet him once more, her hand lightly cupping his cheek. She smiled at the flinch of his skin at her contact, but made no comment. Instead she said, “Well now Damien, was that so hard? My name is Maliha.” She paused once more. She had deliberately used his name this time, she watched for his reaction to it, but made no outward motion on his lack of use of the appellation she had given him to call her…she knew just how to get that out of him too, when the time was right.

“Well Damien, frankly you stink. Understandable I suppose given what you’ve been through lately, but unseemliness is not something I will tolerate in my slaves. Through there,” she said, pointing, “is the bathroom with shower, you may clean up, make sure that you clean all your parts, or I might have to come in and wash you myself.” She grinned, as though looking forward to that task.

“Use the green towel, the red is mine, if you value your hide, I would suggest you not touch it unless told otherwise. When you are done, present yourself for inspection in the kitchen.” She didn’t specify if he was to be naked or clothed curious to see what he would do. She waited to see if his desire to be clean for the first time in quite a while would override his need to defy her at every turn as it would give her an indication of how hard he was going to be to train.

“Ah yes, Damien, the patron saint of physicians…Tell me Damien; do you have any skill at healing?”

Damien felt his blood start to fume as she mocked his name. The anger turned to a bit of confidence as he continued to look her square in the eye.

"I know more about healing than you could ever hope to comprehend succubus."

Once again Damien spoke proudly and confidently, he had no doubt as to his ability to heal, especially with the knowledge of a secret she couldn't possibly know buried deep inside his brain. Again he spat the last word out of his mouth, showing his true dislike and hatred for her and her ilk.

Damien watched Maliha step forward, but stood his ground this time. He stood an impressive 6 feet tall, with a firm and muscular chest, coupled with strong arms and broad shoulders. His legs were slightly less built, but were still wiry and firm from use. A small smile crossed his lips as he looked down on her. All his bravado folded however when she raised her hand to cup his cheek. Damien flinched noticeably at the contact. Maliha's skin was perfectly smooth, soft, and warm. It wasn't a good warm though, it was a warm that unsettled him.

“Well now Damien, was that so hard? My name is Maliha.”

A brief look of surprise flashed across Damien's face, and he blushed just a bit when he saw that Maliha had seen it. Still he did not back down. Damien was hell bent on resisting her with all the strength he had in his body.

“Well Damien, frankly you stink. Understandable I suppose given what you’ve been through lately, but unseemliness is not something I will tolerate in my slaves. Through there. Is the bathroom with shower, you may clean up, make sure that you clean all your parts, or I might have to come in and wash you myself.”

Damon flinched again at Maliha's blunt assesment of him, even with her aknowledgement of why it was so. Angels prided themselves on being clean, and it hurt him more than she knew to not be so. Damien's eyes shifted back and forth a few times, from Maliha to the bathroom. He wanted soo much to be clean, but he hated doing what this vile creature told him. Damien continued to blush as Maliha finished her statement. The thought of her cleaning his most intimate parts made him cringe inside.

Damien feigned a defeated sigh as he pushed past Maliha and headed towards the bathroom. He rested one hand on the doorframe and turned back to her, meeting her green eyes with his deep blue ones. His look was stoic and solid once more.

“Use the green towel, the red is mine, if you value your hide, I would suggest you not touch it unless told otherwise. When you are done, present yourself for inspection in the kitchen.”

"If we weren't in hell right now, I want you to know that I would enjoy searing your entire body with but a single blast of heavenly radiance."

With a final sigh Damien turned back to the bathroom, turned on the light, and closed and locked the door. He was amazed at how luxurious the bathroom was. So massive and roomy, with generous decor, even for a bathroom. He looked beside the shower and the bathtub and noticed next to each there were 2 towels, just like she had said. 1 red and 1 green.

Damien walked into the middle of the bathroom and quickly stripped himself naked, as naked as he would be if he were back home in the heavens. He then turned to the mirror and looked himself over. Maliha had not been lying when she said he was a wreck. It had been at least a week since he had showered, and he needed it badly. There was however, one thing he needed to do first.

Despite the fact that he knew he was probably being watched, Damien lowered himself to his knees, ignoring the pain of the tile floor against his bare skin.

"Heavenly father, I humbly request that you might find it in your infinite mercy to help your humble servant out of this predicament, amen."

There was more that Damien wanted to say, but he didn't really feel that now was the time and place to confess his sins. With a final sigh he turned and walked into the shower stall and turned on the taps. It took a few seconds for him to get the temperature right, but it felt soothing and cleansing all the same.

Damien had a feeling that he was on a time clock, so he quickly grabbed up the soap and a washcloth. He wetted the cloth, and then rubbed the soap in it until it was nice and sudsy. Damien the stepped back a bit, out of the water, and ran the cloth over his entire body, making sure to get every bit, even his cock and balls. The last thing he wanted, was to have to be in here with Maliha, and be forced to endure the humiliation of her washing him. Once Damien felt he had gotten to every place he once again stepped under the water and rinsed himself clean.

Damien then grabbed up the body wash and repeated the same process he had with the soap, making sure his entire body was now clean and smooth. He then scooped up the shampoo and washed his hair. Next he scooped up the conditioner made sure his hair was as soft and silky as it should be. Just to make sure Damien repeated the process with both the shampoo and conditioner. Reluctantly Damien turned off the taps and stepped out of the shower onto the towerl that was on the floor, making sure that it wasn't red before he did so.

Damien quickly grabbed the green towel off of the towel rack, being careful not to touch, or even disturb the red one. He hastily dried himself, taking a brief moment to recall Meliha's words. She hadn't said if he should redress himself or not, so he decided to compromise. Damien had been given no socks or undergarment, so he had only his shirt and pants. It didn't take him long to decide to put on his pants.

With a small defeated sigh Damien hung up the green towel next to the red, making sure again not to touch or disturb the red one. He then scooped up his shirt off the ground and carried with him as he walked to the door, unlocked it, opened it, shut off the light and exited it.

Damien then waked confidently in the direction of the kitchen, ignoring the rumbling of his stomach. Damien didn't see Maliha in the kitchen, but moved himself to the middle of the floor anyway. He then dropped his shirt at his feet and spread his wings, stretching them and then leaving them there. He waited semi-patiently for his inspection.

Maliha blinked a little at the affront he took to her question, because that was not how she’d intended him to interpret her statement, but couldn’t be bothered to correct his assumption. She caught the half buried thought only partly, something about a secret…whatever it was, it was to far buried for her to pick it up. She shrugged. No matter, eventually she would know all his secrets.

She saw him blush and it excited her a little, knowing he had just thought about her words and likely pictured their result from the depth of his blush was intriguing. She resolved mentally that the next time she sent him to the shower, she would be sure to accompany him there…

"If we weren't in hell right now, I want you to know that I would enjoy searing your entire body with but a single blast of heavenly radiance."

Her laughter followed him to the bathroom as she knew how he felt. She once had felt almost as powerless as he, but had come far since that time and wasn’t looking back. It still gave her an additional appreciation for his predicament though.

As the bathroom door locked behind him, Maliha rose and went into her own bedroom, stripping out of the leather she wore as she went. Leather was nice for times when she wanted to look her best, but in the comfort of her own home it was hot and uncomfortable. She debated in front of her closet, choosing the right outfit seemed important to obtain the correct response. She knew her angel was taught to not think about the pleasures of the body, but she had heard his response to the simple brush of her breasts against him and wanted to further it.

She finally chose a black gossamer robe, one that showed more than it hid, and a matching pair of silk panties. Drawing them on, she stepped in front of the wall that adjoined the bathroom, watching the mirror. She could see through the glass here, and she watched her angel as he was just getting off his knees. She knew he’d been praying and a smile quirked her lips as a new form of mild torment occurred to her.

She watched him shower, admiring his form, the sweep of his ass, hell, even the curve of his damned wings. She was mildly disappointed as he took special care to follow her instructions about the towel. She wondered what it would take for him to step out of line…not that she was in a rush, she was just curious. At some point, guaranteed he would, but they had all the time in the world.

She waited until he was back in the kitchen before she emerged, slipping in behind him on silent feet. The first he knew she was there was when her fingers ran through his feathers and he jumped. A sharp bite in her voice, she snapped, “Don’t move!” and he stopped.

She noticed the jeans he had put on and smiled. She lightly ran her fingernails over the edge of his shoulder blades, right where his wings erupted from his back, just to watch him respond. Slowly she moved around him, touching him here and there very lightly, waking up his skin. Eventually she stepped back and leaned against her table.

She heard the muted growl of his stomach and smiled. She wondered what he had though of her ministrations, but didn’t ask. Instead, she set a fry pan on the stove and started to make an omelette. When it was done, she turned to face him once more and lifted a brow again, well aware that he had spent most of the cooking time staring at her.

She said, “If you want to eat, you will do it naked.” It was simple, a this or that choice, she left it up to him. It could go either way, but she knew he was both hungry and proud. If he ate, he might gain back some of his strength, but it would mean giving in to her demands once again.

She shrugged slightly, either way it mattered little to her.

Conversationally she asked, “So should I be expecting the heavenly hosts to descend to rescue you or did you get a busy signal?” Then he knew for sure she had seen him pray, and probably more as well.

Taking a seat at the table, she dug a fork into her half of the omelette and took a bite. In the ensuing silence, the smell of food wafted to tickle Damien’s nose. Finishing her bite, she said, “So what is it going to be Slave?”

Damien simply stood and waited. He was immortal afterall, so time had never really been an issue. It was however an issue for his stomach. Damien frowned as he looked down briefly at his stomach, and he let his sense slip a bit, and before he could react her felt a soft touch in the feathers of his wings. He jumped involuntarily in surprise, but was immediately halted by Malihas words, the tone of her voice, and the loud snap of her fingers.

“Don’t move!”

'Dammit! Why, why were we created for servitude.'

Damon cursed in his mind at his instinctual obedience of Maliha's command. He hated doing what she said.

Damien stood as still as he could while Maliha's fingers and hands touched his bare skin. As much as he hated that unsettlingly warm touch, it sent shivers and thrills through his entire body. He even felt a stirring of excitiment in his groin when Maliha touched the sensitive spot in between the bases of his wings.

When Maliha finally walked around and leaned against the table, Damien couldn't help but let his eyes wander over her body. Her robe hid almost nothing, and he could clearly see her black panties through the dark robe. Damien realized he was staring at her body and blushed as he averted his gaze quickly, too quickly. Thankfully his stomach let out another low rumble and seemed to distract Maliha from his embarassment.

Damien watched Maliha as she moved from in front of him to grab a fry pan, set it on the oven and start preparing something. Damien couldn't see what it was from his position behind her, but his eyes were treated to the sinful sight of her nicely shaped ass.

'Argh, what's wrong with me? I should be stronger than this.'

Again Damien chastised himself in his mind, trying to keep his mind focused on getting what he needed. His senses distracted him however, as the smell of whatever Maliha was making wafted over to him. Damiens stomach growled low and angry in response.

Maliha put whatever she had made on a plate and turned to him once more. Damien stared longingly at the omelet, hoping, wishing for just a taste.

“If you want to eat, you will do it naked.”

Maliha's spoke the statement flatly. God if only it had been that simple. Damien knew that he wouldn't suffer any ill effects of having no food for quite some time, but it would feel good to have something in his stomach, but on the other hand he had to remain strong.

“So should I be expecting the heavenly hosts to descend to rescue you or did you get a busy signal?”

Maliha's voice cut through Damien's concentration like a hot knife through butter. He blushed deeply, but was glad that he had decided to stop at just praying, and not confessing, lest he reveal even more about himself to her. Damien adjusted his feet and turned himself squarely around, tucking his wings tight against himself as he turned his back to her.

"I figured you would be watching me, you predictable and feeble-minded succubus. Mock me all you want, but what I represent you could never hope to understand. No, not you, you are far too pathetic to understand."

Damien spoke the words with as much malice and hatred as he could, but he also let a hint of pitty sink into his voice at the end, assuming it would piss her off. At least that way she would know that he wasn't as weak as she thought.

“So what is it going to be Slave?”

"You are beneath me succubus, and I will not succumb to your temptations. Sacrifice is the way of the exalted."

Damien still had his back to Maliha as he spoke to her in a spitefully condescending manor, treating her as though she were a child.

Maliha took another bite as she waited for his answer. She was amused as she watched him fight with his natural obedience, then more as he struggled against her versus his morality. Of all the things she was faced with, his morality was going to be the kicker, the one thing that would be hard to get past. She relaxed, knowing that she would succeed, it was just a matter of time.

"I figured you would be watching me, you predictable and feeble-minded succubus. Mock me all you want, but what I represent you could never hope to understand. No, not you, you are far too pathetic to understand."

She heard the note of false pity in his voice and grinned, only because his back was turned to her. She might have even laughed at the self righteous tones in his voice, but refrained. Instead, she simply ignored his statement, finishing her omelette instead.

"You are beneath me succubus, and I will not succumb to your temptations. Sacrifice is the way of the exalted."

The way he spoke finally got under her skin, just a little. She was considerably older than him and yet he was speaking her as though she was a child! Frowning, she rose and dropped her plate in the sink, then turned to him.

Her lips parted on another smile, but this one was less than pleasant. “Sacrifice? Well then Slave, Lets talk sacrifice…” That cold smile still on her lips she strode forward. One hand on his left shoulder, the other reached with speed for his right wrist and jerked it up behind him. She knew that his angle was bad to pull away from her, especially in her own home where she was strongest. She frog marched him over to the basement steps telling him to open the door. She half pushed him down the stairs, only her hand at his wrist prevented him falling.

The basement was warm, but very dark. She glanced at the lights switches and the lights came on. She might have chuckled if she wasn’t upset because she knew how horrific her dungeons looked to the uninitiated. She felt him trembling slightly against her but ignored it.

She walked him to the x cross and turned him abruptly, suddenly needing extra strength as he fought her as she attempted to secure him on it. Finally she managed and stepped back, admiring the way he stood, spread slightly spread eagled with his arms and ankles secure, facing her. She looked him in the eyes for the first time since being in the kitchen and smiled at what she saw there.

She said, “If sacrifice is the way of the exalted, then you should be ranked tops by the end of this night slave…” She turned from him and stepped to a cabinet on one side of the room. She came back, her hands held at her side and all he could see was the glint of something silver and shiny.

Stopping suddenly, she changed her mind and backtracked. She went to a different cupboard and came back with an additional item. Stepping behind him She slid a blindfold over his eyes, depriving him of the right to see what was coming. She watched him then, standing very, very close, the warm heat of her breath tickling the nape of his neck, then came back around front. She waited, standing still as he strained to find her in the room.

The first notice her had of her presence was as cold steel slipped under the edge of his pants. As material began to part she asked, “So why is your God so negative? Why does he make you deny your wants and desires? You say sacrifice, I say your God is a sadistic prick, because if he wanted you to ignore your body, he shouldn’t have made you with the capabilities for pleasure.”

She finished cutting his jeans off him and stepped in close, her fingers playing over the bared skin, lightly tracing over his flesh. She said, “Your God is a real jerk you know…if he wasn’t he would send help for you or something. Have you done something to incur his wrath? That he would leave you in my clutches as punishment or something? You would think one who loves would be here like a dirty shirt to save his assets…”

Damien heard Maliha rise and watched her as she walked to the sink and put her plate in it. He then watched her turn, a look on her face that sent chills down his spine and through his body.

“Sacrifice? Well then Slave, Lets talk sacrifice…”

Maliha's voice was cold and bitter, and that evil grin was still on her face. Damien tried not to move when she placed her hand on his left shoulder, and was therefor caught completely off guard when she quickly grabbed his right wrist and jerked it painfully behind his back and up, causing him to cry out. Damien tried to get free as she shoved him in the direction of another door, but only caused himself more pain.

Damien hesitantly opened the door on command, and cringed when he say stairs leading downwards. Maliha continued to half-shove and half-carry him down the stairs. His right arm was going numb from the tight hold she had on it, combined with the angle and location it was bent at.

The basement was dark, and when the lights flared brightly, the sight before Damien's eyes made him wish it had stayed that way. Any sort of torture and punishment device that could be imagined was lining the walls, and probably in the cabinets as well. Despite himself, Damien trembled at the sight of it, but Maliha gave him no respite as she shoved him towards a large X cross frame.

Maliha pushed Damien against it, and made to turn him, forcing her to release her grips on him as he turned. Damien took that moment to act, and as he turned he lifted his hands and caught hers as she reached for him. The arms of both of them were locked tight as they struggled against each other. How long they remained like that, locked at an even deadlock, neither knew. With the last of his reserve strength, Damien used the X frame for extra leverage and finally saw Maliha's arms start to give. He felt a glimmer of hope inside as he felt her arms giving in.

His hope was quickly crushed dead however when Maliha's hands changed from that unsettlinly warm feel to an icy hard grip. Her eyes hardened even more as the two stared at each other. She then effortlessly shoved him backwards and caught his wrists and held them against the frame. She simply looked at each of the fittings and they snapped into place. Damien's legs soon followed until he was fully secured against the X frame, completely helpless. A look of hatred crept into Damien's gaze, but was tainted with a hint of fear as he watched Maliha walk towards one of the cabinets.

“If sacrifice is the way of the exalted, then you should be ranked tops by the end of this night slave…”

Maliha spoke as she grabbed something out of the cabinet. Again Damien cringed at the thought of what was to come. He was only thankful that she hadn't seen him cringe. Damien saw a hint of something in Maliha's hand.

'A knife or dagger maybe?'

Damien asked himself in his head. His thoughts were quickly distracted however when she turned around and grabbed another something he couldn't quite make out from a different cabinet.

"What are you going to do to me?"

Damien asked Maliha while she walked around behind him with whatever she had in her hands. All bravado was gone from his voice, and there was instead a hint of fear. The next thing Damien knew, the world went black as a blindfold was slipped over his eyes. Even more distracting however, was the soft tickle of Maliha's breath on the back of his neck. A shiver shot down his spine, but this one wasn't of dread. It was of...something else.

“So why is your God so negative? Why does he make you deny your wants and desires? You say sacrifice, I say your God is a sadistic prick, because if he wanted you to ignore your body, he shouldn’t have made you with the capabilities for pleasure.”

Maliha asked Damien. At least her voice was more calm now, but Damien was distracted once more when he felt cold steel up against his leg. He heard a soft ripping sound, and knew she was cutting what little clothing he had left. So distracted was he, that it took him a moment to process her full statement. His answer came automatically though.

"You do not understand succubus. You are a creature of lust, where we are creatures of love and servitude. We angels have for the most part never known the pleasures that you speak of, and therefore don't miss them or spite god for asking that we deny ourselves those pleasures. Very few angels ever know the pleasures of which you speak, and the rest of us cannot miss what we have never had."

“Your God is a real jerk you know…if he wasn’t he would send help for you or something. Have you done something to incur his wrath? That he would leave you in my clutches as punishment or something? You would think one who loves would be here like a dirty shirt to save his assets…”

Maliha's words cut Damien deeper than she could have ever known, being as she didn't know the truth. He blushed deep, but then moaned softly as he lowered his head in shame. Damien didn't know what made him feel shameful though. Was it her words or his reactions to her soft touch.

There was a long silence before Damien finally spoke. His tone was soft and it left no doubt as to the truth of his words.

"Pride was my sin."

Damien raised his head to where he thought Maliha was.

"I was good you know. I was the best, the best of all of them. I asked to be promoted over some of the others because of my knowledge and my heightened abilities, because I thought I deserved it. They said that I was too proud and arrogant for my own good and demoted me. I took my leave then, and took some of my more faithful troops with me. That was the reason we were so few in number when we were ambushed. My troops numbered only 20, and we were ambushed by 50 demons. Together we killed 40, 30 of which died by my own hand before I was finally disarmed and bore to the ground. I know not why or if help will come, as it is not the servant's perogitive to question the master."

When Damien was done with his speach he moaned again as he continued to feel Maliha's warm hands roam over his body.

"I was the best..."

He said one last time while he waited.

"What are you going to do to me?"

The fear that underwrote his words was an aphrodisiac to Maliha but she let the suspense build as he seemed to struggle to find words to express what was going on in his mind. She attempted to read his thoughts once more, but his mind swirled and churned with confusion and the only thing she could pick up was pain. She heard his moan, but wasn’t sure if it was due to his thoughts or what she was doing with her fingers…

"Pride was my sin."

The simple statement was stark, flat and Maliha almost stopped what she was doing in surprise at the depth of pain in those four words. She gentled the light touches even further, conveying what she hoped he would perceive as empathy, though the concept was almost as foreign to her as lust was to him.

"I was good you know. I was the best, the best of all of them. I asked to be promoted over some of the others because of my knowledge and my heightened abilities, because I thought I deserved it. They said that I was too proud and arrogant for my own good and demoted me. I took my leave then, and took some of my more faithful troops with me. That was the reason we were so few in number when we were ambushed. My troops numbered only 20, and we were ambushed by 50 demons. Together we killed 40, 30 of which died by my own hand before I was finally disarmed and bore to the ground. I know not why or if help will come, as it is not the servant's prerogative to question the master."

She had no response, she was shocked as he revealed a secret that was shocking to her; she hadn’t thought angels were capable of pride, that they were supposedly above that. She frowned in thought, realising just then that her own Master was guilty of very much the same thing, for hadn’t he been kicked out of heaven back in the beginning? It was a little disconcerting to find that her angel had much the same qualities…perhaps useful to her in the end, but that would largely remain to be seen.

She opened her mouth to respond finally, but his moan stopped her. She glanced at him and smiled slightly. She had mostly avoided his groin, limiting herself for the moment to teasing his thighs and such, but her ministrations seemed to be having an effect as he was growing before her gaze, becoming erect for her.

"I was the best..."

She leaned into him, her face on level with his now as his body was lowered by his spread legs. Again, her breasts pressed against him, this time he could feel them more fully as her nipples had peaked under the scanty material and pressed into his chest.

“You never know,” she said finally, “You may be again… though I thought pride was reserved for us petty undeserving, misinformed beings of the underworld. It is one of the seven deadly sins you know…”

She changed the subject then, Answering his question from earlier, “As for what I am going to do to you, tonight I am going to teach you about wanting…feel free to protest and resist the temptation if you must.”

With a half smile, she leaned in and traced her tongue around his right nipple, her teeth catching it as it firmed under her attention. She bit lightly, not seeking to cause pain at this point, but to improve stimulation. Her hands stroked up his inner thighs, spread so delightfully for her and finally grasped his cock and gave it a slow stroke.

She knew her angel hadn’t experienced this sort of stimulation before, knew he would have a limited grasp of how to deny it and she wanted him to fail for her; wanted him to let himself feel for the first time. From the way he had moaned earlier, she thought perhaps it wouldn’t be such a hard reach for him.

Damien noticed something different about the way Maliha was touching him. Her touch seemed softer somehow...gentle maybe? It had to be his imagination, or maybe she was just mocking him further. Still, he couldn't help but moan as his helpless body was touched and caressed for the first time, and by a being so beautiful. She may have been a succubus, and his hated enemy, but that didn't change the fact that her race was one of the most beautiful in all the world, with nymphs being their only rival.

Damien felt Maliha's gaze on him when he moaned, and be blushed deeply. He hated how his body was responding to her soft touch, even his cock was expanding. He knew what it was for, but he had never done that, and sadly he knew that Maliha would probably force him to do that to her at some point tonight.

Once again Maliha leaned into him, pressing her full breasts against his now-bare chest. Her nipples were hard now, and another moan escaped Damien's lips, this one more throaty. Of it's own volition, Damien's head tried to lean forward to kiss her, his entire body striving, but it couldn't quite reach and he fell back against the X frame once more with a groan of frustration.

“You never know. You may be again… though I thought pride was reserved for us petty undeserving, misinformed beings of the underworld. It is one of the seven deadly sins you know…”

Damien's groan turned into a sigh of defeat. He knew she was right. And he let his head sag in defeat.

"Yes mistre...I mean Maliha you are right. Pride is one of the seven deadly sins, and angels are supposed to be above that, but god you should have seen me. There was not a demon alive on the mortal plane I couldn't take with my blades. They gave us the choice of fighting styles and armors, and I chose two scimitars and chainmail. I was so good, so skilled...too skilled. My skill was my downfall. My skill is my curse."

His head had perked up, looking forward as though he were trying to recall the memory, but it sagged once more when he finished. He had known then, and knew now still that he would probably never overcome his flaw.

“As for what I am going to do to you, tonight I am going to teach you about wanting…feel free to protest and resist the temptation if you must.”

Damien knew now from where Maliha's voice, where she was, and he looked up at her as close to her eyes as he could estimate while blind-folded.

"I suppose I could, but what good would it do me. You will take what you want from me and then discard me most likely. Drink all the power you can from my veins then be rid of me."

His voice was calm now, not afraid or angry. His tone steadied even more as he continued.

"If I promise to be good will you let me off of this frame. I won't fight you, I will let you take what you want and even try to give you what you ask...mistress."

Damien's tone had changed, grown softer, and he spoke his last word as more of an afterthought. He couldn't believe he had said it, and soon he didn't care. A loud gasp escaped his lips when he felt Maliha's tongue traced around his sensitive nipple, and then another followed when he felt her take his nipple between her teeth.

He was almost breathless from the new sensations, and then they multiplied when her hands grabbed his cock. His 8 inch cock jumped in her hands of it's own will when she grabbed it.

"Pleeease?"

Damien almost begged to be let down as a shuddering moan wracked his body when her hands slowly stroked along the full length of his shaft. His breathing was getting faster. Never before had he encountered such feelings, and he had no counter to them.

Maliha caught sight of his movement toward her and realised he was trying to kiss her, likely just an instinctive reaction to stimuli on his part but it was pleasing to her that he would want to. Deliberately she swayed her head back, staying just out of his reach, smiling as he groaned with frustration.

She appreciated the fact he was proving so agreeable to her stimulation, but he was her slave, and the fact he was such was a turn on to her. It would destroy the power balance she was building if she allowed him free reign to early, for now he needed only to follow her lead, thus if she kissed him, it would be on her terms not his.

"Yes mistre...I mean Maliha you are right. Pride is one of the seven deadly sins, and angels are supposed to be above that, but god you should have seen me. There was not a demon alive on the mortal plane I couldn't take with my blades. They gave us the choice of fighting styles and armors, and I chose two scimitars and chainmail. I was so good, so skilled...too skilled. My skill was my downfall. My skill is my curse."

Listening, she nodded, though she kept her thought to herself. It was obvious that pride was still his biggest fault, at least in the eyes of the cursed ones from above. Maliha could see ways of turning that pride to her advantage though; moulding it to fit what she wanted, but that was another thing that might come in time.

Musing over his slip of almost saying her appellation, she almost missed his response to her suggestion of a struggle. She had expected that to be far more difficult than it had been to get out of him, thinking she would have to get him to the edge of orgasm before he would finally consent to call her that and then only under threat of leaving him hanging. Her smile broadened at how well her angel was coming around, happy he couldn’t see it.

"I suppose I could, but what good would it do me. You will take what you want from me and then discard me most likely. Drink all the power you can from my veins then be rid of me."

She was about to speak up once more when he spoke again, "If I promise to be good will you let me off of this frame. I won't fight you, I will let you take what you want and even try to give you what you ask...mistress."

She could hide many things but her reaction to the first time he said her name wasn’t one of them. She shuddered, a soft gasp escaping her lips at it and her hand stroked a tiny bit faster on his cock until she regained control.

"Pleeease?"

His voice hovered one notch below begging and she knew she could make him do so just by waiting but instead, the bindings fell free in answer, first his ankles, then his wrists. She took off his blindfold. Her voice was quiet, yet forceful as she finally responded, “Lie on the floor then, make yourself comfortable as you will be there for a while.” She waited until he lowered himself before continuing. “Very nice…now spread your wings out to the sides…that’s it, lovely. Place your hands behind your head and leave them there until I tell you otherwise.”

Her breath came almost as fast as his as she came closer, the idea of having this angel on her floor, at her mercy was intoxicating. He was her first being that was so innocent, the humans she had used in previous years had innocence, but nothing like this. The very nature of what she was about to do sent chills up her spine.

“Look at me.” As his eyes locked on her, Maliha untied her robe and eased it off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor unheeded as she reached for her panties. Watching as his eyes widened, she lowered them, knowing his sensitive nostrils would pick up the scent of her arousal as she bared herself to him.

She stepped closer and knelt beside him, her hands stroking up and down his chest, over his stomach and across his cock once more. “I was going to sample your essence tonight, drain you just a little, enough for a taste. You see, the reason I bought you today was mostly for that, I had the idea an angel would be a heady experience. But drain you dry? I don’t think so…but I could change my mind yet. As for discarding you, it all depends on how well you please me. I know I could put you back on the block tomorrow and make most of my gold back, but I see…potential in you.”

Her head lowered, then her fingers slipped behind his head, fingers laced in his hair as she pulled his head up to meet her lips. She took control of the kiss from the first, controlling the pressure, the intensity and how many times her tongue slipped into his mouth. Finally she drew back and straddled his body then asked, “What do you want?”

She knew what he wanted, but she wanted him to say it. To willingly give in to her, to admit what his body craved…

God, even now she was teasing him, letting him get so close to kissing her, and backing off to just far enough away till he gave up and fell back in frustration.

Maliha seemed almost amused by everything she was doing to him, making him do to himself. He would do anything to get off this frame, and it didn't pass his notice when she was surprised by his first full usage of the word mistress in direct relation to her. Damien didn't have time to dwell on that fact though, as he gasped and panted at Maliha's quick stroking of his oh-so-sensitive and erect cock.

Maliha finally seemed to have felt something from what he said, even if it was joy in his agreeance not to fight her. At last she released the bindings holding him and his blindfold, but she started right in on him with.

“Lie on the floor then, make yourself comfortable as you will be there for a while. Very nice…now spread your wings out to the sides…that’s it, lovely. Place your hands behind your head and leave them there until I tell you otherwise.”

Maliha's voice was soft, yet commanding. Damien did everything Maliha commanded quickly and without objection, or even a facial expression or thought of objection. He knew that within moments he could be right back up there on that frame, with his entire body helpless to her whims. At this point his natural instinct to follow orders was kicking in, and for the first time since he had arrived, Damien wasn't fighting it.

Damien watched Maliha as she approached, but averted his eyes from hers. His bright blue eyes were all over her body, and he sucked a bit on his bottom lip as he tried to keep himself from doing something he would regret. The thoughts going through his head would make all but the most sexual of people blush.

“Look at me.”

Damien lifted his bright blue eyes, with pupils diahlated from lust, to meet her lovely green eyes as he watched her slowly and languidly drop her robe, and then her panties. His eyes trailed down her now naked body, and his cock surged to it's fully erect state once more. It was so painfully hard, he could barely stand it. Despite it all, Damien smelt something, and he knew instinctually that it was the juices from her pussy. It was moist with her arousal, and the scent was the most intoxicating thing he had ever smelt.

Damien watched helplessly as Maliha came closer and knelt beside him. Her breasts came so close to brushing against his leg that he needed only lift it an inch to feel her hard nipples against his skin, but he didn't dare. Meanwhile, her hands were all over his body. Stroking his face, his neck, his chest, and stomach. Once again they glided down to his cock, and it leapt up to meet her hands as she grasped it. A throaty moan of pure lust escaped his lips when her soft and warm hands encircled his engorged cock.

“I was going to sample your essence tonight, drain you just a little, enough for a taste. You see, the reason I bought you today was mostly for that, I had the idea an angel would be a heady experience. But drain you dry? I don’t think so…but I could change my mind yet. As for discarding you, it all depends on how well you please me. I know I could put you back on the block tomorrow and make most of my gold back, but I see…potential in you.”

What should have appaled Damien instead just aroused him more. Right now he wanted nothing more than to give Maliha anything and everything she wanted, if only she would let him...

Damien was so lost in his lustful thoughts that he didn't notice that lovely face moving closer, until her hands laced themselves into his blonde hair. A low moan escaped his lips, but was stifled by her kiss. Maliha had control from the start, and Damien didn't dare move his hands to try to take it. Her kiss was so warm, so wet, and so passionate. She kissed his lips, sucked on them, even pushed her tongue into his mouth, claiming it as her own as she flitted her tongue around his. Damien lay helpless beneath Maliha, lost in the sensations that were so new to him. A soft groan of emptiness came from his lips when her mouth retreated from his, but his view from this position was well worth it. Maliha backed off a bit, straddling his hips. Damien felt his rock-hard cock glide over the curve of her ass and let loose another low and throaty moan.

“What do you want?”

They both knew what he wanted, it was plain as day, but she wanted him to say it, wanted him to admit to it. Damien lifted his gaze to hers, his hands still clasped tightly behind his head. He opened his mouth and said.

"I want you mistress, I want all of you and will do anything you ask of me whenever you want, if only you will let me make love to you this one time. Give me tonight, and I offer myself to you for all eternity."

Damien spoke the words with all the lustfully sinful passion that was welling up inside him, and he laid there beneath her, waiting and hoping.

As Damien followed her every wish she watched with eyes that glowed with lust from within. At this moment she was closest to revealing her true self, letting the demonic desires within her roam free but she kept as tight a leash on herself as she did on him, controlling his actions.

She noted the way his eyes filled with lust for her and in that moment she knew he was hers. Totally, completely, at least for the moment. Her angel was overwhelmed by the feelings coursing through his body, they were dictating his responses.

She smiled a little as he struggled to remain still when she could see the need to move, to touch her, to get more pleasure from her. She admired his willpower as he turned it to working with her instead of against her. It was formidable and she liked it very, very much.

She took delight in each of his groans and moans, drinking them in as they emerged, knowing how close he was to losing control. Her ass as it landed on his hard on grew warm with his heat and she couldn’t help herself, she let out a low moan and ground her body against his, revelling in his nearness for a moment.

"I want you mistress, I want all of you and will do anything you ask of me whenever you want, if only you will let me make love to you this one time. Give me tonight, and I offer myself to you for all eternity."

She moaned uninhibitedly at his words, hearing the hope in his voice, along with the sincerity. She knew an angel never lied, that his word was his bond, but she also knew that his responses tonight were coming from the pleasure center of his brain, not the truth and justice center. She knew that as time passed, he would likely go back on this promise, but she was willing to accept it.

She stood and stared down at him, a hot smokey look in her eyes. Just as he seemed to be sure she was going to refuse him, she held out her hand and pulled him to his feet when he tentatively placed his in her grasp.

“If you wish to make love, it wont be in here, follow me.”

She led him to her bedroom and lay back on the bed, waiting for him. Softly she said, “You have tonight, I give you freedom to explore your desires, this one night, as you requested. My gift to you.”

Damien watched as Maliha stood up and made to turn from him. His eyes that had once been filled with hope and desire, changed to sadness, until she held her hand down to him.

“If you wish to make love, it wont be in here, follow me.”

He gazed at that hand for but a brief moment, letting everything that hand meant run through his head. He knew that if he put his hand in hers, he was forever signing his life away, and doing it willingly. Damien's gaze then left that hand and moved up to her eyes once more, those beautiful green orbs.

"As you wish mistress."

Damien said without another moments hesitation. He then braced himself on one hand and tentatively placed his other hand in hers, allowing Maliha to help him up. A soft sigh passed his lips as he felt that warm hand enclose around his own. If what they were about to do was so wrong, then why did it feel so right?

Damien walked with Maliha, taking care to always be behind her, never beside her. He knew that was not his place. Maliha led him to a room on the top floor of her mansion, at the end of a hallway. When he walked in, he couldn't help but gasp in awe at the sheer size of the room. A large 4-poster bed dominated the floor space, and it was there that Maliha led him, like a spider leading a fly to her web. Damien followed, his eyes watching and studying every momement of her lithe body as she lay back upon the bed and pulled him after her.

“You have tonight, I give you freedom to explore your desires, this one night, as you requested. My gift to you.”

Maliha's voice and words were so soft and sincere, that Damien could think of no reason why he shouldn't believe them.

"I thank you mistress, I accept your gift and I will willingly and fully give myself to you on the morrow."

Damien spoke eagerly and huskily as he crawled up onto the bed and beside her.

"M-mistress, I have never done anything like this before. Will you show me how to please you and only you?"

Damien didn't wait for an answer, he simply did the first 2 things that felt natural to him. First, he leaned down over her lusciously naked body, pressing his chest to hers as he kissed her deeply. His tongue lightly probed her lips for entry as he tilted his head a bit, deepening the kiss. Meanwhile, one of his hands moved to tentatively touch her leg, and then glide up along the full and sensuos curves of her body until he reached the sensitive side of her breast, where he moved it inwards, and cupped one of her full breasts and squeezed lightly. His cock was rock-hard, and rubbed lightly against her other hip, which was nearest to him.

She watched him as he came towards her, seeing the belief grow in his eyes at her offer, belief that she was serious. She shook herself mentally, well aware the consequences if anyone found out about this little foray. It was one thing to own a divine being, to use them, to degrade them for ones own selfish purpose, it was quite another to lie with them as equals.

To do such a thing broke every code, both spoken and not about the ongoing battle between good and evil, but at that particular moment, Maliha could have cared less. She had watched his progress up the stairs behind her and was impressed yet again…he didn’t have to be told that either!

"I thank you mistress, I accept your gift and I will willingly and fully give myself to you on the morrow." She moaned at his words as much as the way he crawled up on the bed. She was tempted to believe him then, wanted to believe him, because he sounded so sincere. Scepticism held her back though, the natural suspicion that her kind inherited. Yet his words still warmed her.

"M-mistress, I have never done anything like this before. Will you show me how to please you and only you?"

She couldn’t help it; she shuddered at his words for they gave her a heady rush the likes of which she had never felt before. She didn’t have time to respond as his lips closed over hers and she lost herself in his kiss. She matched him, nibble for nibble, her hand behind his head on the nape of his neck, holding him to her but without force, more of an encouragement than a restraint.

She moaned into his lips and her body arched off the bed as his fingers trailed up her body to tease her breast and she finally had to tear her lips from his to be able to pant and gasp her instructions.

“You are doing so well Pet…you have good instincts. A woman’s body is sensitive all over, touch it with alternating pressure, sometimes light, sometimes firmly, stroke it, kiss it, not just the lips, but anywhere your hand can go, a woman likes to be kissed too. Don’t be afraid to use your tongue when you kiss the body parts either, I especially like that part.” She wasn’t even aware as she slipped from the cruel demeaning form of address she used normally to the one she reserved for those special to her, didn’t even hear it as it slipped out on a sigh.

Her hand joined his at her breast and she coaxed it down, placing it between her thighs, gently resting her hand on top of his, holding him there while she struggled for the control needed to speak coherently. “This is my pleasure center, this is where you will find nirvana tonight, but it is also the most important place to place kisses. If you want to know how to please me…that is a really good place to go as it is what gives me the most pleasure.” she moaned again, her hips twisting restlessly on the bed, bumping into and stroking against his cock.

Maliha's moans drove Damien on, and he kissed her harder, with more passion. Her hand lent him even more courage, as she prompted him to do so. The hand in his hair felt wonderful. It was now that he too was questioning why god would forbid such wonderful feelings and pleasures from his most treasured people.

Damien couldn't help but notice that everyplace he put his hand on Maliha's body, she shuddered, and it made him feel good inside, knowing he could make his mistress feel this good.

'yes, my mistress.'

Damien thought to himself as he smiled inwardly. Finally, after what felt like a blissful eternity, their lips parted, both breathing heavily while his hand continued to fondle and caress her warm breast, with it's hardening tip.

“You are doing so well Pet…you have good instincts. A woman’s body is sensitive all over, touch it with alternating pressure, sometimes light, sometimes firmly, stroke it, kiss it, not just the lips, but anywhere your hand can go, a woman likes to be kissed too. Don’t be afraid to use your tongue when you kiss the body parts either, I especially like that part.”

"Put my lips and tongue to anywhere my hand can go."

Damien reverberated Maliha's instructions and then looked at his left hand and got an idea. Without a moments hesitation, which surprised even himself, he dropped his mouth down to her right breast and eagerly kissed and licked all around it. He mimicked the motions of his mouth and tongue with his left hand on her other breast. Another idea struck him, and before he knew it, his mouth was enclosed around Maliha's nipple, and he was eagerly sucking upon it, flicking it with his tongue. The taste of her soft and perfectly smooth skin was indescribable, and Damien just couldn't get enough of it as he sucked upon her nipple. First hard, then soft, then in the middle, then flick it, then circle around it. Everything Damien could think of to do with his mouth to her nipple, he did.

When Damien felt Maliha's hand rest upon his on her breast, he had thought he had done something wrong, but she simply eased their hands down. Down her chest, her stomach, and Damien blushed deeply when his hand rested deep between her thighs. She was so wet there, and the scent of her arousal drove him crazy with lust.

“This is my pleasure center, this is where you will find nirvana tonight, but it is also the most important place to place kisses. If you want to know how to please me…that is a really good place to go as it is what gives me the most pleasure.”

Damien lifted his head from her breast and looked down at his hand, buried between her thighs, his fingers being soaked in her wetness, and then up to Maliha's face, so blissfully content and happy.

Damien moved himself around her on the bed, letting his right hand glide down her curves, while letting Maliha hold his left hand against her "pleasure center". Once Damien was at her feet, he carefully lifted his hand away from hers and moved to part her legs. He then knelt between them and gazed at the luscious beauty that was his mistresses pussy. Damion looked first to his hand, then to her pussy.

Damien briefly sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, unsure of what to do next. He shook his head with uncertainty and lowered himself to his stomach and lightly pressed his lips to his mistress' pussy. The very instant Damien's lips kissed Maliha's pussy lips, a shock swept through him. She tasted absolutely amazing, her juices were like ambrosia to him, pure liquid joy. All hesitation was gonna and he placed kisses all over her pussy, kissing top, middle, bottom, middle then top.

Damien then remembered she had told him to not be afraid to use his tongue, so Damien licked Maliha's pussy from bottom to top, bottom to top, slowly pushing more and more of his tongue inside her with each long stroke of his tongue. Upon reaching the top again, Damion noticed something protruding from the very top of his mistresses pussy, it had been hidden by a hood.

"God...mistress...so...delicious."

Damien said between kisses.

Again Damion did the thing that first came to his mind and closed his mouth around it and sucked it softly, then hard, and flicked and rolled his tongue across it.

The touch of Damien’s lips on her breast almost sent her through the roof it felt so good. The way his tongue circled and stroked her nipple, the flick of it across her sensitized flesh; it was almost to much. Gone for the moment was the desire to bend this one to her will, to teach him into the being she wanted him to be. For now it was just the two of them, lost in their own space, meeting as one in a dance older than time.

She cried out softly as she immersed herself in his mind once more, the wash of his emotions buffeted against her. She felt his need for her, she felt the lust that was growing deep inside him at each of her responses. She even felt the pleasure he was getting from bringing her pleasure.

She moaned again as his lips followed her suggestion, trailing down her body toward her pussy. She saw and felt his hesitation as he settled between her legs and held still allowing him the opportunity to take the chance himself when all she really wanted was to grab his head and pull it to her. She hadn’t ached this bad in years…

Her patience was rewarded though, as his head finally dipped and he planted a tentative kiss on her pussy. The maelstrom of delight and desire that emanated from him then was something to behold and she whimpered in reaction, then moaned low in her throat as he began to place more kisses on her sensitive flesh.

The first touch of his tongue against her brought her off the bed, hips lifting to meet him as her head rolled on the pillow. Helpless to stop herself for the moment, her fingers found his hair again, tangling in it as she rocked her hips in time to the licks and darting of his tongue.

"God...mistress...so...delicious."

This as his mouth found her clit for the first time. If she’d had any more of her scattered thoughts together she might have wondered at the way her angel took the name of his exalted one in vain, but that thought wasn’t possible for more than a fleeting flash as her body bucked with pleasure.

“Ahh! That’s it…My angel…there…perfect! Ooooo!!”

Her cries were hoarse as she tensed against him, a sweet rush of her juices spilling to be claimed by his hungry mouth. She was lost to the moment, the soft brush of his wings against her thighs adding to her pleasure as she exploded into orgasm, her body writhing beneath him.

The hands she held in his hair tensed in response, pulling him in closer to her as she rode the wave of delight that coursed through her being, possibly causing him pain, but of which she was unaware. Her whole focus was centered in her pussy for the moment as another spasm wracked her body.

Finally, she used her legs and hands to pull him up from her, her sensitive clit throbbing wildly, to sensitive for further stimulation for now. When he was level with her, she rolled them, taking care to make sure his wings were tucked in such a way that they weren’t bent backwards until she was astride once more.

She stared him deep in the eyes, then her head dipped. She found the side of his neck with her mouth and nibbled him there, the scrape of her teeth against him made them both shiver. She licked him there, then trailed her tongue slowly down his body, working her way down until she was level with his crotch.

Her tongue lapped at his cock and she watched with pleasure as he jumped in reaction. She knew he wouldn’t take much stimulation before he would cum, and she wanted it…She knew there would be plenty of time this night to explore the rest, for now, she didn’t want her angel to cum the moment his cock slid into her pussy; she had to take some of the pressure off.

“That’s it My angel…let go for me…” She murmured this as her tongue found him again, circling wetly over the head of his cock before she took him into her mouth. She stroked him with her mouth, sucking with varying pressure as he reacted above her. She reached up and circled his nipples with her fingers, nails scraping lightly over them as she worked for his climax.

Damien could see, hear, and even feel Maliha's reactions to his ministrations, and her moans only drove him on.

“Ahh! That’s it…My angel…there…perfect! Ooooo!!”

He needed no more prompting and sucked even hard upon Maliha's hard little pearl, flciking it repeatedly with his tongue, then rolling his tongue launguidly around it. He then felt her hands in his hair, pulling him tighter against her pussy, and he offered up no resistance as he lowered his mouth a bit and pushed the full length of his long and flat tongue as deep into her pussy as he could. Damien's nose hit and rubbed hard against Maliha's clit, while his tongue licked and explored every bit of the inside of her pussy that it could reach.

Damien once again remembered what Maliha had said about being soft and gentle, and he thought of what else he could do for her now that no other man down here could. He brought his wings around, and while his arms moved to hold her hips in place, his wings very light with literally a feather-light touch glided up and down her legs and thighs.

Maliha's entire body was bucking against Damien's mouth, and he was overwhelmed with joy at being the one to cause her to feel such things. Damien felt an increased amount of heat on his face coming from her pussy, and felt her inner walls clamping around his tongue. Damien didn't exactly know what to expect, though he sort of knew what was coming. He splayed his tongue across the bottom of the inside of her pussy and moaned a low, deep, and stifled moan as Maliha's hands once more found his hair and pulled him painfully tight to her pussy.

The next thing Damien knew, Maliha let out a hoarse scream and bucked her hips hard against his mouth. A flood of juices erupted over Damiens tongue, and into his mouth. Again Damiens mouth was beset with the most delicious tasting fluid he had ever tasted, and he swallowed every drop that came from his mistress' pussy, fully accepting and drinking her gift. When at last Maliha's body relaxed, Damien lathered the inside of her pussy with his tongue, gathering as much of the addictingly intoxicating fluid as he could before he felt her pulling him up to her with her hands and legs.

Damien wanted to continue what he had been doing, but thoughts of what was to come next made his rock-hard cock throb and pulse even more. Maliha kissed Damien briefly then, as she rolled him over to his back. He noted with a small smile that she was very careful to make sure his wings wouldn't be hurt or stressed before settling her weight fully upon him. Maliha was trully a sight to behold. Naked as the day she was born, eyes diahlated with lust, and her body flawless. Damien could only watch, wait, and behold her in all her glory.

The look in Maliha's eyes was so lustfully perfect, that even Damien knew what was coming next. Further more, he couldn't wait for her to do what she had in mind. Her head dipped down and kisses and nibbled upon the sensitive nape of Damiens neck. He tilted his head to the side, allowing her easier access while a shiver shook both of them at the feel of her sharp teeth on his neck. A sinfully loud moan escaped Damiens lips as he watched and felt Maliha's experienced tongue lather his body with attention. She glided down his body, her eyes never leaving his until she was right at eye-level with his cock.

Maliha's tongue lapped eagerly around Damien's cock, and his entire body jumped in shock from the sudden pleasure. Only the heightened strength and endurance he had from being an immortal angel saved him from cumming all over his mistress' face just now.

"Goooood, so so good, soooo perfect."

Damien said as his entire body shuddered from the pleasure that Maliha's mouth gave him as her tongue circled the head of his engorged cock.

A pressure build quickly within his body, and Damien gritted his teeth for control as he tried to hold back what he knew was coming. He didn't want to disappoint his mistress.

“That’s it My angel…let go for me…”

Maliha's words were soft and seductive, but they forced open a floodgate inside him. His hands entangled themselves in her luscious hair as she took his cock into her mouth and started to stroke her mouth up and down.

"Yeeeeees Misssstresssss."

Damien's words were wracked and distorted as his body shuddered and his last word ended up as more of a hiss. The building had quickly found it's way to Damien's balls, and he held Maliha's hair tightly and puller her head down to his cock.

"I...gonn...a...uhh!"

A viscious spasm wracked Damien's entire body, causing his entire body to tighten as the building reached the tip of his cock. With a loud and thunderously throaty grunt Damien's cock erupted into Maliha's mouth. Spurt after spurt of his hot cum flooded her mouth and gushed down her throat as wave after wave of Damien's orgasm washed over his body. Damien continued to hold his mistress' head to his cock, not wanting her to move just yet while aftershocks from his powerful release shook his body.

Finally, once his seed was fully spilt, Damien's entire body collapsed to the bed. He was breathing raspily, and his eyes were glazed over as his gaze stayed fixed on the ceiling. His mind was lost with what had just happened, and he didn't know what to do next.

"Goooood, so so good, soooo perfect."

Maliha intensified her efforts as he moaned and thrashed under her, his words and responses goading her into extra effort. Her mouth salivated, This moment was normally the one where she began to feed, the endorphins were almost at their peak, the perfect time for the ultimate feeding, But she managed to hold back.

She still wanted to taste her angel, but tonight wasn’t going to be the night. Tonight was for him, and for her, as she had never experienced a connection on this level before either. She was stoked as her encouragement drove him to the edge, as his body tensed and his balls tightened. Instead of feeding from him, she gladly accepted the secondary rush that giving him this gift provided.

"I...gonn...a...uhh!" The way his hands had tightened in her hair, instinctively pulling her head in tight. As his cock began to pulse in her throat Maliha began to swallow, her throat working over his cock, adding to his enjoyment. At the first rush of his seed into her mouth, she moaned, for she could taste the sweetness and light of him on her tongue and it made her all shivery.

He held her tight to him even after his cock quit throbbing his release into her mouth as he revelled in the afterglow of his passion and she stayed there, her tongue lazily stroking up his shaft buried in her mouth until he collapsed with a gasp against the bed. Only then did she release him and slide up his body.

She took him in her arms, her body pressed against his length, oddly enjoying the feel of his feathers pressed to her body. She knew he was confused, a little unsure of what to do next and still reacting to what had just happened.

Slowly the arm that wasn’t wrapped so tightly around him rose and she gently stroked his hair, smoothing and soothing him, providing the reassurance she knew he needed. Softly she began to whisper in his ear, her voice low and compelling, “Shhh it’s alright…wasn’t that amazing? It can be like that often if you let it…maybe in a different form, but there is no end to the pleasures that can await you if you allow them in.”

Her hand smoothed down his neck, down his arm to his elbow and back up, slowly, steadily. “Do you see why I am confused as to why you haven’t been permitted this before? It can be beautiful…” She spoke without expecting a response, just to allow him to soak up the soothing sound of her voice, to assure him that all was well…at least in her world it was.

Her teeth caught his earlobe and she was careful not to puncture it as she sucked on it softly, her tongue tracing the shell of his ear softly. “You have Pleased me tonight…so much, I am proud of you, as you should be of yourself.” She put a light emphasis on the word Pleased, for it laid the groundwork for the future, but at the same time, she meant every word.

Her hand slipped down to his hip and she trailed her fingers across it, then down, covering his cock and she noticed that he was still hard, or hard again. She stroked him from behind, her hand moving slowly.

Teasingly, she asked, “So…do you want to try for that bite to eat again? Or maybe your tired?” her hand stroked him again as her voice lowered once more, wrapping around him, “Or maybe you’re still hungry…but not for food…”

Damien didn't know how long he rested there, with Maliha's mouth wrapped around his cock. It felt so good buried in her warm and wet mouth, with her tongue circling around him, and her throat caressing it. It was a shame that he finally collapsed, but he didn't object when she crawled up his body, her hard nipples scraping against his back and she moved to wrap an arm around him and hold him close. Her other hand glided up to his hair, and lightly stroked it.

“Shhh it’s alright…wasn’t that amazing? It can be like that often if you let it…maybe in a different form, but there is no end to the pleasures that can await you if you allow them in.”

"Yes mistress, it was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced. I don't think I can live without it now, without you. It felt so incredible, your mouth...your taste."

He spoke the words softly but steadily while he snuggled back against the warm and loving body of his mistress. He couldn't help but shiver at the way her other hand felt as it glided across his skin. Even more so was the slight wetness he could feel from her pussy resting against his backside. The thought of those juices made his cock jump a bit. Again it must have been because of what he was that he would be ready so soon. Then again, having a naked succubus right behind you stroking your flesh and hugging you close certainly helped.

“Do you see why I am confused as to why you haven’t been permitted this before? It can be beautiful…”

Maliha's words weren't accusatory, so Damien didn't feel any shame, he had been wondering that as well.

"I am not confused as to why, I understand why, but it is most cruel to deny his supposed chosen people the joys of love-making. I don't think anything will compare to that. It felt so right, me being here with you...making love to you...You are so beautiful, it was so beautiful."

Damien let his head fall back, resting against Maliha's chin while he thought over all that had just happened.

“You have pleased me tonight…so much, I am proud of you, as you should be of yourself.”

Damien turned in Maliha's arms, gazing deep into her eyes.

"It made me feel so happy to bring you such pleasure. To taste your release, knowing I caused you those feelings."

He spoke softly once more. Her hands continued to move all over his body, slowly working it's way lower, and shivers of anticipation and lust moved through his body once more. Finally, that hand landed upon Damiens cock, and he was as surprised as her to find that it was hard once more.

'Did it ever go soft?'

Damien asked himself as he quivered from the feeling of her warm hand grasping his hot, pulsing, and fully erect cock.

"Mmm, sooo good, sooo perrrfect."

His voice was low and husky, so low in fact, that he purred a little bit as he said that last word, taking note of the smile on Maliha's face when he did.

“So…do you want to try for that bite to eat again? Or maybe you’re still hungry…but not for food…”

Damien's eyes were still locked with Maliha's as she spoke her last statement, and the meaning of it sent a shock through his system. Without hesitation Damien leaned in closer, pressing his lips to hers once more, moaning low and deep into her mouth as he felt her hand squeeze his cock. He kissed her deeply then, a long and loving kiss while he moved his hips against her hand and her own hips. Damien was using her hand as a little fuck toy, teasing himself a bit until he felt that he was fully hard once more.

This time, Damien took the initiative and eased Maliha to her back, moving to straddle her as he continued to kiss her deeply. When finally they had to break for air, Damien lowered himself on her body, staring deeply into her eyes. One hand braced himself while the other guided his fully erect cock to her entrance.

Not once had Damien's lustful blue gaze left Maliha's, and his eyes asked a question of those beautiful green orbs, one he couldn't bring himself to ask. Meanwhile, he waited there, cock in hand at the ready, waiting and hoping once more.

"Yes mistress, it was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced. I don't think I can live without it now, without you. It felt so incredible, your mouth...your taste."

Did her arms tighten just a little on him at this statement? She knew he was susceptible to her right now, because he had been deprived of this from the beginning of his existence and had no temptation that wasn’t easily overcome before he was even more so, but she was still gratified by his statement.

"I am not confused as to why, I understand why, but it is most cruel to deny his supposed chosen people the joys of love-making. I don't think anything will compare to that. It felt so right, me being here with you...making love to you...You are so beautiful, it was so beautiful."

If she had not been a being of hell she might have felt remorse at the soiling of his soul that she had caused, but she didn’t. She knew that his god had denied his angels this pleasure because opening the door to love and lust also opened the door to temptations of greed, jealousy and all the other things angels were above. But she was glad instead, for it suited her very much, lust in his heart was very much a step in the right direction as far as she was concerned!

As he responded to her praise, Maliha shivered slightly, her angel was naturally submissive to an extent, trained to obey orders without thought, but to hear him admit pleasure in pleasing her…that was special. She wondered a little at his emphasis on her taste, having tasted it herself she wondered what he found so special about it. Gently she touched his mind with her own and was pleased. Damien had never been exposed to such things, she knew that, but to learn that he found her taste addictive, already he wanted more…now that was empowering.

As her hand grasped his cock again and he responded, she smiled at the definite purr in his voice, gently stroking up and down his tumescent flesh as she stared deep in his eyes and asked her next question. She saw the flash of pure lust in his gaze and smiled again, willingly allowing him to turn her to her back. She relaxed, letting him have the lead, for he seemed to have a definite plan in mind and she was eager to see what he would do.

His lips against hers, the slow thrust of his hips into her hand; both of these made her moan softly into his mouth as her desire rose for him once more. There were times she blessed being an immortal being, this was one of them for sure and she was equally glad he was as well. Being ready this soon after mind blowing orgasms only some few minutes before…

She tried to climb inside him as they kissed, her lips alternately softening and firming as different sparks of pleasure lit her from within, her tongue exploring his mouth as his did to her in return. She was gasping once more as they finally broke apart.

She moaned as he braced himself on one hand, staring deep in his eyes as he fisted the other and positioned himself at her moist entrance. He paused there and she saw the question, the hope in his eyes. She smiled at him, a smile filled with lust and need as she whispered, “Go ahead, fuck me, slow to start, make it last…”

As he edged forward, his cock cleaving her folds, her hips tilted as a low moan came from he base of her stomach, long deep and filled with pleasure. Her pussy grasped at his cock, pulling it deeper. As he slowly began to rock, slipping his cock in and out she spoke again, her voice gravely with need, “The thing you did with your wings…so nice…do it more…”

At each thrust, she whimpered softly, her hands stroking over his abdomen, her legs rising to wrap around his waist , pulling him in closer to herself.

Damien felt Maliha's arms hold him tighter at his statement, and it made him feel warm inside. He was safe in these arms, he was protected. It made him happy in a way he had never known possible.

Again, as hard and ready as Damien was, it was Maliha's moans into his mouth at each of his movements, her kisses, that drove him on. It was that that had fueled his initiative. She waited there on her back, and said.

“Go ahead, fuck me, slow to start, make it last…”

Damien needed no further prompting. He moved his hand that braced him from the bed to over her heart, letting it's steady beat guide him. Slooowly he parted those velvety pussy lips with the head of his cock, inching his way into her heavenly pussy. Inch by glorious inch, Damien's cock sank into Maliha's pussy, a low and throaty moan erupted from his lips, lasting the full length of that first sinful insertion. His entire body shuddered at the feeling of her hot and wet tunnel grasping and hugging every inch of his cock.

With his cock fully buried within Maliha, Damien adjusted his knees, moving forward a bit so that his resting position was now fully within her. His entire body shivered again, as he felt his cock wiggle inside her as he adjusted himself.

Slowly then, Damien began to rock himself inside Maliha. Using hard and singular thrusts. He thrust long and hard, lunging into her. The sight of her entire body, especially her breasts bouncing with each thrust made him moan lustfully.

“The thing you did with your wings…so nice…do it more…”

Her words were gravely and husky with her need, and again Damien couldn't help but smile. It made him so happy to be able to make her feel this way. To want him like this, him of all people.

Damien briefly halted his thrusts to lean down. His lips and teeth trailed over Maliha's lips.

"As you wish mistress."

Damien looked at every inch of Maliha's body for a brief moment, then dropped his wings down to her feet lightly with that feather-light touch he lightly tickled her feet, then upwards on her legs as those long and warm legs moved to wrap themselves around his waist. Damien moved steadily upwards with his wings, trailing past Maliha's knees, to her thighs, and dipping down to tickle the contact area between their thighs.

Damien started to thrust again, using the same long, hard, and deliberate singular lunges. Low moans emitted from him of their own volition as he was once again treated to the sight of her body bouncing and writhing beneath him. His wings meanwhile traced languidly up her stomach to her breats, where he circled her nipples briefly, before grazing the very tips of his wings across them.

Damien shivered at how powerless he felt then, despite the fact that it was him on top. Another shiver passed through him as he felt Maliha's warm hands tracing along his stomach and abdomen.