I definitely have an interest in erotica centered on Angels. I do have one story up called Fallen Angel http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=28477
which, while I admit is fairly short, shows something of my angle on the subject. I had thought it was about the only Angel story on this site, but I noticed that someone else tried thier hand as well, in a story called Fallen Angels (bit hard to get away from that title, isn't it?)
I keep meaning to come back to the subject in another story. I wanted to do a simple follow up to Fallen Angel, but with a female lead human character this time. It would be set during the occupation, with a member of the French Resistance seeking sancturary, and discovers she isn't the only one being hidden. Together, the Angel and mortal form a relationship that goes beyond the purely platonic. I actually did start on this story, and hope to have it done soon. It will be called Angel's Sancturary.
There's certainly a wide range of possibilites for an even deeper story though, depending on how much one wishes to delve into Kabbalic lore. Since Devils are in fact Angels who have simply fallen from God's grace, the opportunities for deception, seduction and exploitation are great. Motives tend to be very complicated the more one chooses to adhire to Dogma; perhaps there is more than simple sex involved, but a subversion of the divine order that could lead to apocalypse itself.
Wow, that brings back memories ... I thought about writing such a story ages ago, in which for some reason a group of angels are being taken on a tour of Hell and one gets seperated from the bunch, abducted by a devil. Might have to dust off the idea and see if I can make a go of it.
I must be on the same wavelength as a few other people b/c i was comtemplating that story idea today. But to be more specific i was going to use a vampire(considered a demon by most) and an angel.
Nifty this gives me much inspiration
Just an update to those who'd been following the thread:
I've decided to go ahead and give the angel/devil thing a try. It's going to be called "Infernal" and I expect to have it done in a couple of weeks. Thanks for stirring up an old daydream! I hope the end result turns out well.
I got started on it, but I've been real busy with work, plus my allergies have been acting up, so I feel like total crap all the time. I'll try to finish it in the next week or two, and I'll send you a PM once it's submitted so you can keep an eye out for it.
I have finished my take on this. Turned out to be a 21,000 word novella. I'm just waiting to hear back from the Powers That Be about a question I had (gore threshold) and will post it as soon as I've cleared that up.
Infernal is the story of evil influences taking over a girls' school, prompting a guardian angel to descend into Hell in hopes of putting an end to it. The angel falls into the clutches of a devil, and lewd hijinks ensue
Here is a small excerpt:
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Celestina fought madly but almost before she could believe what was happening, she was locked in place. Her arms were outstretched to her sides, her legs together, wrists and ankles in the manacles with her wings spread flat under her body and her robes and hair tossed all around in disarray.
"What a lovely sight this is," Varyk said, standing near her head. "A pretty angel, and mine to do with as I please."
Her protests and outraged shouts were muffled as he leaned over and kissed her again. This time, her mouth was caught open and his tongue shot eagerly in. He held her by the sides of her head so that she could not turn her face away and prolonged the kiss, uttering a low growl of enjoyment.
At last, it ended. Celestina choked and spat, and blinked away the indignant tears that had sprung to her eyes.
"You're a lively one. Celestina, wasn't it? How nice. Did you like that kiss?"
"No!"
"No? Pity … I'll have to try again until I get it right."
And he did try again, this time flicking his tongue over her lips in little fluttering motions. She strained against the manacles but they were unyielding. Her body heaved and bucked as she tried to escape his persistent, knowing mouth. She lunged this way and that, felt more gossamer tear and knew that she was about to shred the robes right off herself but she had to get away, had to stop this _now.
Varyk broke the kiss and stood over her, leisurely licking his lips. He paced in a slow course around the slab and studied her with an insolence that made Celestina blush and feel strangely weak, strangely watery, even as she hissed out another demand for her freedom.
"I'm afraid your gown is somewhat the worse for wear," he said. He plucked at it, wisps of fabric coming away in his curved black nails. Each pluck exposed more of her to his hungry gaze.
"I insist that you stop this at once!"
"In good time, my angel. In good time."
He stopped by her feet, slid first one and then the other sandal off and cast them heedlessly away into the fire and shadow. He ran a foreclaw up the sole of her right foot and her toes curled.
"Such soft skin," Varyk said approvingly.
Then, to Celestina's further shock, he brought his hips forth and rubbed his rigid organ against the soles of her feet. It was hot as a brand, pulsing with loathsome obscene life, and she could not move enough to kick him. Laughing, he pressed her feet together and worked himself into the slight gap between them, pushing in and out of this makeshift orifice.
She screamed then, shrieked fit to shatter glass, no longer caring about conduct but only wanting to get away from him, to put an end to this, to rid herself of the smoldering-velvet feel of him. Screamed and fought against her bonds until she had abraded her wrists and ankles. Yet no rescue came, and she was no closer to freedom.
Varyk stepped back from her and patiently waited out her tantrum, smirking in an arrogance that terrified Celestina. When she sagged back to the marble, her limbs aching from her struggle and shed feathers drifting on rising thermal currents like misdirected snow, he deliberately reached out and laid his hand full on the swell of her breast.
"So lovely," he crooned. "And such a hard little nipple. Is it fear that does that, Celestina, or something else? Either way, I cannot let it go untasted."
The devil bent and out flicked that forked, sinuous tongue. A galvanic jolt shook Celestina. She found new strength and still it was useless.
"Honey," Varyk mused. "Angels taste of honey. Interesting."
He paced around to the other side and repeated the tongue-flick. Celestina could not avert her eyes in time and saw the contrast, his dark tongue and crimson skin against her pearly flesh.
"Definitely honey," he concluded. He came to a halt by her feet again and stood there regarding her for a moment that seemed to last forever. "I wonder what else you taste like."
Infernal has been submitted, so now it's out of my hands. I'm not sure whether it'll end up in the Novella category for length, or the Extreme category for content (I got a little carried away <g>).
anyone else has said this because I didn't read all the post in this thread. I think that it would be cool if their were 2 demons (a guy and a girl) who get boredd with each ohter (sexually) so they go and find two angels ( a guy and a girl) who are a little nieve and stupid. Like the Ms.Popular and Captin of the Fottball team goody two shoes we all hated back in H. School. So the angels get a bit of a sexual awakening. Like all they ever did was missionary style and the demons show them a whole new way to play. Then the angels could show off what they learned to everyone else in heaven.