The Darkest of Love ( Closed for KawaiiChibiLust )

Name: Azazel of the DarkFallen
Age: Unknown
True Awakening: Not Completed
Race: Demon
Appearance:
http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs28/p/2008/091/c/c6d26c35bb29886d.jpg

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The rain fell heavilly upon the ground that night as Azazel moved through the shadows of the night. For a long time he had wandered the lands of this now modern city... for years he had seen that the one whom claimed himself to be god had long ago abandoned the world to it's trials, and had seen itself fall from the grace of both heaven and hell. He had to admit though he found it amusing when he encountered those of a more fanatical belief of the one that they called god. After all he above many others knew better.

Azazel had been around since the beginning. Since his master had refused to bow down to man, since he had stood before god and asked why he should lower himself before one so frail, and even moreso, why he should be humbled by a being whom was inherantly flawed. Belief... was the answer... it to this very day made Azazel, among many other demons of the older generation chuckle in amusement. Belief that such a race could ever outdo them... a race that lived so short a time, a race, that killed one another for less reason then even demons waged war on one another.

He had willingly been banished alongside his master, and now, he found himself standing within the rain, his eyes looking slightly to the sky. He hadn't allowed his true nature to surface in neigh a thousand years now. He bought souls... he tormented those whom tried to banish him, but for Azazel... for the most part he was content to wander the world, and experience what it was like to take what he wanted, to have what he desired without recourse.

The rain picked up, a slightly annoyed growl escaping his lips as he moved into the park, the open glade of grass showing to him, and even as he moved out into the open, his hands dug slightly into the skin tight pockets of his jeans. " Well... this is already one hell of a night." He mused, his eyes settling on a pair of lovebirds... a predatory smile crossing his lips.

" Then again... this could be a fun night as well." He purred, moving towards them his eyes glowed an infernal red, his aura allowing them to remain relaxed. He'd have his way with the woman... and then the man. Perhaps tonight wouldn't be as bad of a night after all!

Name: Isabelle Calisto Yue
Age: In her mortal life, she was Nineteen
True Awakening: Heaven's Angel
Race: Angel
Appearance:
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Many a times had Isabelle just stared down at the mortal world....but never would she have ever imagined it would look...so different. Her surprise could not be described in any words. Landing upon what seemed like a quaint little park, her chocolate eyes opened and began to focus. Much has changed...

Feeling water land on her flesh, her hand slowly reached out, a few drops landing upon it. her lips curled into a small smile. To have the rain on your skin again...it was wonderful. In Heaven..you could not feel the same things you felt when you were alive...rain being one. Twirling around slowly, she tucked her wings away, letting her hair wisp across her face in glee.

Getting caught in the moment, she remembered her true objective. The reason she had given such a rare chance. Stopping, her eyes averted to the gaze of two people. Even in the rain, they looked at each other with such happiness in their eyes. With a longing look Isabelle studied the two. So in love they seemed...But Isabelle felt no envy..just happiness that those two had the other.

But that feeling did not last long. A presence...something dark was here. Alert, she looked around a bit panicked. Then...she spotted him. Demon. her eyes narrowed a bit at the look he was giving the two mortals. Springing into action, she jumped, making sure mortals could not see her, and landed about 10 feet in front of him. Her wings were hidden, so she looked like any other mortal, except for her white gown.

Static could be felt between the two of them. Seeing he really had no idea what she truly was, Isabelle revealed her wings. They almost glowed. Her wings relaxed, but were still alert as she watched him.

"What is a demon doing here?" she asked in her quiet, but chime like voice. Her hands glowed a bit. "Dont step a foot near them demon..." she growled.

Azazel hadn't really been paying attention. Some said that those oblivious fell into the trap of the end of an angel's blade, but Azazel among most of those whom remembered what it was to be an angel those few millenia ago now... well he wasn't afraid of her, not like most of the youngers. A younger demon would have probably hissed at her... and yet her 'revealing' had only the effect of a slight smile to his lips.

" This is our world angel. We were cast from heaven, called traitors because of what... because we refused to kneel before gods creation and call him our superior." He purred easily, his voice reaching her ears even though he spoke seemingly at a whisper. There was a hint to it, a dangerous hint. Yet as he watched her, as he still had his hands in his pocket, he looked past her to the couple whom were huddled beneath the gazebo.

" You ask what a demon is doing here, but it is more common for one of my kind to be here then one of yours." He watched her reveal her wings, that was a mistake, though he didn't make purchase of it just yet. Instead he simply shrugged to himself. " I was simply headed home, when I saw these two. They look very tempting to play with." Even as he spoke she could sense that she wasn't dealing with just a demon. It was much the feeling when one stood before their superiors.

After all she stood before arch angels to have the rare chance that she had here. Yet it was much the same. He didn't seem physically all that threatening, yet before she could even blink an eye, he had dissapeared and re-appeared behind her, hands encircling her waiste, his constantly warm chest pressing to her back as his hands clutched into the gown she wore. " Though since you have presented yourself, I have decided I shall play with you, instead." and with that, he gave a roar that to mortals ears sounded like distant thunder, his hands shredding the gown he now held.

Giving him a disgusted look her head shook. "This is not our world, it is the world of God. I stand under my God always...I have been given a chance..." But she soon trailed off. "If you think I would defy God then you are truly mistaken you naive demon." she hissed. Yes, she was an angel, but when it came to demons, she wasnt very sweet.

"I'm not the traitor..you are." Hearing him talk about 'playing' with the innocent her face turned into a glare as she scowled. "Dont you dare lay a hand on them..." It seemed this demon hadn't reached his final form...that was very good for the time being...he was getting closer each moment. Backing up, she kept her eyes glued onto him. His eyes held that evil look as all demons had...but this one had a mischievous look to it....

Isabelle soon found out what that look was for. He escaped her vision, and appeared behind her. His hands began to move to her hips rubbing them slowly. His chest pressed against her back. Her wings were put away for the time being. Her face flushed slightly at the closeness, but soon she realized what was happening. Trying to get away, he had no lck..his grip was too powerful. Whimpering a bit scared Isabelle felt him begin to tear at her gown.

His roar filled her ears, making them ring as her dress began to get torn. Crying out she winced s his claw like nails scratched her skin. Trying to fight back made it worse. Her white gown lay in shreds on the ground. Thanking God she couldnt be seen by anyone but him, she began to growl. "Unhand me..." she hissed and squirmed. As an angel, she had no intention on letting him go through with this. The wind blew against her bare skin, making her shiver. This was not good..not at all....

" Fighting is useless. They will not see our play unless I bring you into the mortal realm, but you aren't to be bared to their sight." He replied easily, he seeing how she tried to get away, he allowed the claws of his fingers to extend, that how she was scratched. " The more you fight, the more you shall bring pain to yourself."

She thoughts that she was dealing with a demon whom hadn't been in a full demon form, and she was right, but that was simply because no one had scorned him or brought his heart to true darkness, lost to the light completly. His heart still beat within his heart, protected with dark demonic magics from harm. Even as she hissed and demanded that she release her, he gave a deeply low predatory chuckle that shook into her very core.

" No, I don't think I shall release you." His arms encircling her more closely, and as she had instictivly put her wings away, she found herself naked there with him holding her from behind. Instead of releasing her he slid his clawed hand up and clutched at her bared breast, squeezing the round flesh as his other hand slid down boldly between her legs, his one kicking hers apart as his thigh prevented her from closing them fully again.

" No, I think since you interrupted my play time, you shall take their place." He growled into her ear before his tongue drew along the lobe boldly, he not shy in taking her body at all!

Her eye widened a bit. Shivers running up and down her spine. More from his touch then anything. Whimpering as she felt him begin to fondle her, she stopped fighting. If she could save to mortals...she would do it. Not that Isabelle was enjoying this at all..she just didnt want people to get hurt due to her. One hand grasped her breast, making her yelp a bit. But soon his other hand found her sex.

His fingers slid across it slowly, still very bold in a way. A small, sweet sounding moan escaped form her as he continued. Blushing horribly from her outburst she mentally hit herself. This was a sin...Praying for forgiveness, Isabelle was interrupted by the handsome demon getting a bit bolder. Moaning quietly as his tongue circled her ear lobe. Another quiver ran up her spine as she squirmed a bit. But his claws just dug into her more, making her wince.

Her body began to heat up, even with the cold rain droplets cascading on her skin. The feeling was new to her..it was almost pleasuring. Another whimper came from her as he made do with her. It felt..so strange. This was not love..she was sure of this...was it...Lust? Her eyes widened coming to the conclusion...Lust....Blushing furiously her eyes shut tightly as she shook her head...Isabelle did not want this. This type of touch was only to be shared with the one you love...not someone like this...

Azazel smirked at her little moan, the sounds of an angel chorusing even softly was quite the sound. He knew that she was thinking that she wouldn't feel anything of this, or that she might enjoy it, but the truth of the matter was that the body felt what it felt. He found it amusing that she would submit herself for the sake of others. Such a thing was so foreign in his world. His world... a world of pain, lust, pleasure, hate, anger. In the end of it all... he had long ago forgotten what it meant to love.

She thought that she was dealing with a demon whom hadn't changed completly, but the truth of the matter was that his heart had softened slightly of the decades, he had allowed his true form to be hidden, to be taken from him for a different face, the face that held her now. It wasn't an easy life, the life of a demon. It was much like the life of a rebel.

After all it was always easier to live in a life of servitude, rather then balk and stand alone. " I was there when they first met. I watched as they fell into what they are now." He purred into her ear as he turned so that she could see the 'lovebirds' that she had saved from the grip of this demon. " I was there, when they claimed that they loved one another." He purred as his claws upon her sex retracted, smooth yet calloused fingers stroking over the lips of her womanhood.

" I was there when he cheated on her. I was there when he called another's name while within her. I was there when she flirted with the man next door. All humans are flawed... all humans do not deserve our love." He purred into her ear, and yet as he so masterfully stroked her sex, he could not help but grin as he felt her shock at her own bodies reactions.

" He doesn't allow us to feel lust, to feel pleasure, not like they do. He denies us the things we miss from life. Feel the rain, how it trickles upon our flesh." He chorused into her ear as his hand upon her rounded breast allowed the claws to retract as well, his strong hold on her giving her no room to truly fight. She could tell there was no escape, though the question could be posed, did she truly wish to?

Her eyes went almost blank hearing him speak. It couldnt be true...The two people seemed...so happy. But she thought too soon. Almost if on que, the two started to argue. The man making the woman cry, and the woman screaming back at him. Even if her heart was no longer beating...she felt it rip in two.. Her knees felt like they went from under her. But, she stayed standing. Was the demon right? Were humans not aloud to feel love?

Her heart was a blender of emotions, scared, worried, angry, confused, and alone...But her angel heart began to shine through again and she shook her head. "Humans may be flawed...but they have the ability to love..they can fix their flaws..." she whispered. Suddenly a moan came form her again as he groped her breast . Isabelle could not escape....

A tear fell from her eye as she thought over what he said. But her thoughts were interrupted by the shock wave going through her as he stroked her womanhood. Closing her eyes her moan became a bit louder. Making her bite her lip. How dare he do this to her...but she couldnt do anything. Feeling hurt she didnt fight back...One after another her tears streaked her face...but she did not let go of her composure...

Her body shook a bit s the cold rain fell on her. Hanging her head down she spoke in a hush tone. "Can you...please take me somewhere else...." her voice was barely a whisper. But she could still be heard. Her voice had no emotion to it, her eyes shown hurt. The rain seemed to become harder as the thunder shook the ground. Isabelle didnt like this...not at all.

He smirked faintly to himself as he watched her. " They can hide their pains, their secrets, but I have lived among them for a very long time. Almost since the beginning I have seen that though they fix their love, they time and again break themselves." He growled almost as though he was frustrated with the state of things.

" They know not what they do indeed. They stand upon their precipice and cannot understand that what they bring is pain... even when it is before them." He growled. Yet as she asked to be taken somewhere, he chuckled. " Very well." He purred, though as he said that she felt the dark demonic energies cloaking them, before a swirling blackness blocked the humans from her view, everything dissapearing before she saw they had been magically taken to a deeply masculine room. His fingers moved from her tit to her nipple, he pulling on it as he spun her around, his other hand capturing her clit as he pushed her backwards.

" The price of this is you." He growled, and before she could ask what he meant a black ball gag stuffed her mouth, he forcing her back onto the blackly silken sheets, he using all forms of black demonic evil magic as chains encircled her wrists, she soon stretched out upon the bed, almost as though she was a sacrafice to be offered to some pagan god. Yet he had no intentions of that.

Rather his claws re-appeared as he released that nipple and clit of hers, he looking rather sadistic as he raked those nails over her pure flesh, 'scratching' but also raking, making her body jump, his eyes watching her as he evoked the most primal of feelings any being could feel, submission to a male whom obviously was her 'alpha'!

Before she could even comprehend where they were, he had pushed her back onto a bed. isabelle couldnt even protest, her mouth was blocked by a gag and her arms and legs were soon chained. Closing her eyes tightly she cried silently. But soon her eyes widened as he grabbed at her. His claws marking her skin, which sent a burning feeling through her.

ulling on the chains a bit she cried. But no luck..he had her trapped. Her hips buckled as he began to play with her. Pain more then anything was what she felt as he scratched her. A few more tears trailed down her face. Her skin would be marked for the time being. But for now..all she could do was take the torture.

Only a demon would play these type of games. Couldnt he just kill her or something along those lines? After this she would feel pretty dead...but this was too much. More tears appeared as some of his scratches bled. Most of them were on her stomach, others on her legs, even some on her chest. Squirming more her wings popped out and enveloped her a bit. But not enough to keep him away from her.

He chuckled as she tried to protest, he was rather good though, he not cutting her skin too deeply, but perhaps just enough in places to awaken the deepest of the primal beginnings of true lust. Even as she thrashed, he watched as she thrashed though he could not help but chuckle as she tried to protect herself.

" Oh no, did you know these wings of yours are the best to play with?" He asked, and even as she probably wondered what he meant by that he drew a claw over a particularily sensitive membrane, hitting her with probably the most intense sensations that she had ever felt. He made her re-open her wings though, and she could tell that he was going to 'have her', whether she liked it or not.

His tongue flicked out as he leant down, he licking the blood from her skin, his saliva healing the wounds, though as he did he slid between her spread helpless legs, and without asking his thick demon tongue pressed into her womanhood, touching her in such an intimate way that even if she hated it, her body would sing in pleasure to!

Isabelle had no idea what he meant when he told her about her wings. But it seemed her wings were sensitive. Crying out loudly her body buckled a bit as he continued his work on her. Her wings were pushed to lay on the bed. He had full advantage of her now. Turning her head she whimpered trying to keep herself from crying out anymore. Isabelle just wished the gag was off, it was making her irratated.

Suddenly his tongue hit her skin, amazingly enough, he was healing her wounds. Jst as she was calming dowm his tonge met her sex. Her head tilted back as she gave a muffled cry. Pleasure coursed through her as he made his way with her. It felt...it felt so good. Closing her eyes her face flushed more as she whimpered. Her body was reacting so strangly..like it wanted more. Not wnting to admit it to herself she tried to resist more and more. Her womanhood quivered a bit as is began to moisten. Clearly the angel was turned on by all of this.

She seemed to know very little about the actual pleasures of the body. Even as he watched her body shudder through the sensations of it all though he could not help but smile as he saw that the lusty little angel was getting turned on. He revelled in the taste of her flesh, her womanhood was whettening, opening more easily to his tongue. Even as he smiled though he could not help but groan as he tasted her. She tasted so clean, so pure, it was quite the delightful taste!

There was nowhere for her to go, there was nothing that she could honestly do to stop this 'foul demon' whom had decided to take her body, and yet he wasn't just fucking her. Rather, he was working her body, turning her on, showing her what lust could be like. There was truly no sense of the word love here, but she could admit that he was enjoying the look of her, the feel of her. Even as he groaned with the taste though, his hands slid over her quivering thighs.

Oh yes, she was definatly an acceptable replacement to the humans he had previously been intending to toy with... and as he drove his demonic tongue within her folds he curled his tongue upwards and pressed it to her g-spot incredibly and solidly. Oh he would make her see just how good pleasure was in this mortal realm!

With the gag in her mouth, it was hard to breath. hearing him groan sent shivers up and down her body. Isabelle was getting more and more turned on by the deomn's antics. Isabelle realied why this was a sin. Anyone would just want more and more of it. But, she did not forget about love. Love and lust were two different things. Shaking her head more she cried out.

His tongue invaded her body and tasted her essence more and more. It felt..amaing. Her body seemed to shake in pleasure. Suddenly, his tongue hit some spot that made her see stars. Her eyes widened and she made a loud, but muffled moan. Her body felt so hot.....it needed to be sated. The more he did to her..the wetter she got. May God forgive her for this..but..she wanted more. Much much more.

Something stirred in her...something was coming. The pleasure was too much to bare. Crying out she came all over his demonic tongue and a bit on the bed sheets. Pure bliss filled her as she closed her eyes. The moment lasted for what seemed like only a moment before her body calmed. Panting quietly she blushed...That was...wonderful...Never in her past life had she felt such pleasure...

The gag dissapeared from her mouth just as she was about to cum. Unlike many whom lived within their own lives, Azazel had learnt just what it was like to truly know pleasure, and how to bring it. Even as he watched her scream as her sweet essence poured from her body, and even as he slid his tongue in and out of her, he made sure he was willing to work for more of that taste of her.

Even as he made her cum though he could not help but smile as he saw the way she shook. He could see that she was afraid of what she had just experienced, and yet as he turned his head and slid his tongue along her inner thigh he closed his mouth over the quivering flesh, his teeth grazing the flesh as he moved and sat between her spread legs, a very arrogant and knowing smile on his lips.

" You taste delicious." He purred, watching her belly heave with the exertion, he could tell this type of pleasure was new to her. Azazel was going to enjoy reaping havoc on her body time and again until she was begging him to stop, and then he would truly begin with her. Oh yes, this was turning out to being a very good night indeed!

After the high of her orgasm ended. She closed her eyes tightly. What had she done? Feeling her wings, one of her feather's fell off. Not good news. Gasping quietly she looked up and apologized silently in her mind. If her wings disappeared..she was no longer an angel. Tearing up a bit her head turned so she couldnt look at him in the eyes. His eyes scared her, she could just tell by looking at them...this was not the end of the torture.

This was her fault...she thought there was such thing as love..look where it lead her... She was at feet of a demon. all seemed to be the same. They toyed with emotions...and took advantage of others. Typical. Pulling on the chains she began to get angry. Luckily the gag was off her mouth. Growling she pulled again. "Release me..." she said in a low, breathless voice. She wasnt going to let him do this to her...And no one, wanted her angry.

Suddenly a huge power surged from her and knocked him off the bed. Breaking the chains too. Siting up she instinctively wrapped her wings around her. Rubbing her wrists. "Scum like you belong in the depths of hell..." she hissed. Her brown eyes piercing. "It seems chivalry is dead...."

Azazel looked to her, he had wondered when she would fight back... after all until now she couldn't really say that she had. She had surrendered herself for a couple of humans whom unbeknowest to her would proceed to work things out and as she had said to him, mend the broken hearts that they caused. Azazel for his part had simply used the situation for his advantage, something that any demon would applaud him for.

Yet as he went flying from the bed she could see him flip, his deep red hair brushing the floor before he landed easily, he seemingly unaffected by her rage. " Chvalry? you have been shown more chivalry then most of my kind would display. After all how many demons would even take the time to pleasure an angel, to show her what she had missed with his holiness up top?" He asked, and it was true.

He brushed his deep blue shirt off though, the speckles of the chain clinging to it for a moment, though as he considered her, he simply shrugged. " Try and leave if you wish. You are in the den of a arch demon. There are thirty two floors to the ground... the basement is home to a hell gate. You wouldn't even make it two floors, and I can assure you that those of my kind within this building will not be as kind as I have."

He watched her, and as she tried to use her wings to cover herself, he shook his head. " Such a shame, beauty without a will for it to be used. I shall simply have to show you why it isn't wise to try and push me around." He mused, and with that she could feel the same type of aura she had before, as though he was allowing the coldness of the abyss, the true demon within him a slight freedom, before a wave of darkness exploded from him, knocking her up against the wall, her wings forced open even as she would try and fight back.

" You fight Azazel of the Darkfallen, the arch demon to the lord of hell. You will learn to know what it means to submit." With that she could see a dark collar appear in his hand, it was etched with dark runes, and she would know instincitvly that if he put that on her, she could kiss those wings of hers goodbye... for he would break her, he would make her see just how good her body could feel!

Her eyes widened at the sight of the collar. The angels had warned her...if he put that on her..she could never go back. She would become a wandering soul. Trapped between Heaven and Hell for forever and eternity. Slowly her wings unfolded and she hugged herself. It was lose her feathers...or get them taken away. As she cried a few more tears she let go. "Do what you want..."

She was not doing this for her own personal again...Isabelle needed to keep her wings...it was the only way for her to return home. Blushing horribly she turned her head. She was not beautiful...nothing like her sister was. Remembering her past was not the best thing she could think of...especially with how horrible it had been. It was the reason she looked so young...Isabelle had died young.

Shaking her head to get the memories out of her head she turned to see him. Her eyes shown fear...no anger..just fear for her angelic innocence. Her eyes widened. "Azazel..." then she remembered. "I have heard of you....It seemed like the angels were wrong...You arent as charismatic as they said." Many of her female friends...had told her of a demon. His charm..his handsome looks, it was almost enough to make an angel fall from grace.

Azazel watched her, the collar within his hand had been held tightly, after all he was angry. Unlike she, he despised her for her innocence, in his eyes, her naivity. He didn't understand... he couldn't understand anymore what love was like... he didn't even know he had a heart. In a way he did, because it was what kept his blood flowing darkly within his body, but really, as he looked to her with fear, the collar dissapeared.

" They spoke of me?" He asked after a moment. It had been a thousand years... neigh perhaps even longer since he had even heard about heaven. After all, in the end of it all he chose to side with the demons, while he had at one time been one of the most charismatic and handsome of all the angels. He had been lucifers right hand man in a sense.

The collar dissapeared, the energies that had blasted at her had seemed to dissapear. Even as he moved to her though, he seemed to have a curious look to him, a confused one of sorts. As he did move to her she could see the claws dissapeared, the aura of pure evilness had dissipated, and even as he stepped to her, he smiled. " I'm not that bad." He purred with a smile, his voice truly WAS like silk.

He didn't know love... he hadn't for a very long time. It wasn't like he hadn't had his wings... the white wings she bore... ripped from him as he was thrown from heaven. He had chosen his fate, but it was clear that he was awakening her passions, while she seemed to be having some form of effect on him! In a way, he seemed much like a child. " Besides, if the rumors are abound... surely the fact that I showed you a taste must give you an interest in learning more." He coaxed, she feeling him there, but when he wasn't blasting her or forcing her... she could see the true hint of an angel, that had been scarred and lost from heaven for a very long time.

Growling slightly she moved back to the bed post. "You may say that...but I think opposite..." she glared a bit. His voice may be silk, and it sent some shivers through her...but she would not give into this. "I do not want to learn anymore. I have learned enough..." she hissed and crossed her arms. Sure he may be handsome..and smooth and...Her eyes widened a bit as her face turned slightly red. What was she thinking.

Shaking the thoughts from her head she looked up at him. He kept getting closer. Whatever was pulling her towards him..her soul was stronger. She didnt like this..not at all. Isabelle shut her eyes and shook her head more. "Please leave me alone..." she began to sob. Her heart was a blender. She was scared, nervous, angry, worried...But mostly scared.. Isabelle didnt like this anymore, not that she did before..but it was becoming harder and harder to resist.

Shivering in fear the tears continued to roll down her face. "....Please...." her voice was sincere...she didnt want this anymore...She rather die again, which just might happen...But there was no escaping this fate. Isabelle would have to go through it sometime.. "Dont hurt me..." Covering her head she loked like a terrified child.

He could not help but chuckle as she said that she had learnt enough. " You have learnt nothing. You have but tasted the edge of true paradise." He purred to her, though even as he said that, he was still moving closer to her. He could tell she was scared, but the truth of the matter was that Azazel didn't care. He had wanted her scared by the collar, knowing that if he wished to, he would show her what he had felt those millenia ago. The truth was that it had been but a scare tactic, and it was gone now.

" I am not going to leave you alone dear little angel... you aren't going to be set free from here. This is my den, and if you try to truly escape, you will find things much worse then I." Though as he said that he was just within touching range of her, her wings still out of the way, as they looked to one another, he slid a hand from his hip to her waiste, she feeling his fingers on her bare flesh once more.

" No, there is no escape, and if you do not fight, I will have no reason to harm you." It was true, for when she had truly given up he had shown her what her body could feel in the way of pleasure. " I will show you why some speak in fear of me, and why some speak in awe of me." His voice was so silken, and as his hands touched her hips, he pulled her off the wall, right to him. " You are mine, little angel... to do with as I will."

Yet with that, he leant down and closed his mouth around a hard nipple. Even though her mouth and mind fought him with every ounce of her being, her body didn't... her body wanted this, he could tell. He would almost be willing to say her body craved being controlled and taken like this!

Trembling a bit she held back a moan. She didnt want to admit it...she couldnt admit it. Her head against the bed post, she let out a quiet, bell like moan. It felt...very good. Panting quietly Isabelle felt the strange feeling growing more and more..She guessed she could call it that horrible sin. Lust. In a way, he was right. It was not that she craved him...but her body seemed to like being so controlled. Whimpering the angel put her wings away.

Not being able to fight back any longer she brought her hands to his dark fire red hair, gently brushing through the long strands. What was coming over her? Her judgment was clouded by lust... Her fingers ran through his hair as she watched him. He was very handsome...for a demon...there were beautifully handsome men in Heaven too...but he had something else to him.

Her head tilted back a bit as she moaned over again. Breathing in quietly she spoke. "At..at least let me lay down..." she cooed in a sultry voice. It was a bit uncomfortable with your back against a cold bed post. Feeling him continuing she moaned a bit more loudly. Moving a bit.

He watched her as she trembled, as she fought what was so clearly a good sense of lust within her... as though she was fighting it, and knowing that she would lose to it. Even as he watched her shiver and even as she brought her hand up to his long deep red hair, she could tell that it had once been raven, and had been turned to fire by his previous 'home'.

Even as she pleaded with him though he chuckled and nodded to her. His hands slid over her hips, before she felt him lift her, picking her up instinct would drive her legs around his waiste, holding onto him as he looked to her. " There are so many places to take you." He purred.

His hands held her, his hands worked her, and even as he lifted his head from her burningly hot nipple, he moved and laid her upon the silken black sheets. ' Beg for it." He purred, his tongue sliding over her quivering belly, his feet hooking over hers as he playfully flicked his tongue over her hard nipple one at a time.

" Beg for what you need... does my little angel even know?" He purred to her as he moved his hand over her hip, coming so close to that wet hot core of her womanhood!

His voice cut throgh her like butter. Smooth as silk. Lined with lust in every syallable. Cooing back gently, Isabelle slowly combed her fingers through his hell fire hair. Suddenly, her nerveskicked in. Feeling the breath coming from him, onto her sensitive nipple. Sent small, but noticable shock waves through her. Whimpering quietly, her back was laid against the sheets. His words ent throgh her. Sending pulses of lust in and out of her.

Her breath was hot, her eyes were lidded. Clearly, she knew what she needed. Forgetting about her angel wings, her innocence...everything. Sin was taking over her judgment. Not forever...just until it wore off. His words echoed through her.

"Beg for it." Shutting her eyes she nodded.

"I-I-I need you!" she moaned, her body quivered with the yearn for him. blinking again. Her eyes were glazed over, shining as she looked at him. Her voice got quieter. "I..I need you..." her voice was barely a whisper. Reaching up involuntarily, her finger twirled a strand of loose hair. He seemed to already claim her as his own. Usng the word 'my'

His hand made it closer and closer to her womanhood. Squirming a bit she couldnt take it. "Please..." she begged with pleading eyes.

He smiled as she sad that, her desperate cry, and even as he listened to her body as she moaned and begged for him, he could see that she was trying so desperatly to understand what she was even feeling. He nodded to her though as he listened to her, and even as he moved down to her, he slid his fingers over her slit, listening to the choked cry.

He nodded though, she seeing that his clothing dissapeared, a few black tattoes struck his body with markings of his kind, and even as his fingers gently pinched her clit, he was easily 'wooing her' without truly trying. His cock was being brought to her nether lips, his mouth opening before he returned to her hardening nipple, his body hovering over hers as she couldn't see the large demonic cock that would take her as his.

His hands held hers as he easily brought his blunt cock's head sliding over her nether lips, before he finally allowed his weight to sink slightly, his cock opening her lips as he gently yet insistantly took what he perceived was now his... her!