Auction From Hell( Closed for Sensualista)

[LucianDevine]

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.

 

[Sensualista]

One could hear a pin drop in the silence following the auctioneer demon's announcement. A real life angel? That was indeed a price worth selling a few extra souls for.

"500.000", an attractive female devil bid immediately, smiling cruelly.
"600.000", a dark priest, his face hidden behind a hood made from the blackest velvet.
"700.000" a wrinkly old witch, who would have made the brothers Grimm proud with her hunchback and a large wart on her even larger nose bid, winking in the direction of the angel.
"1.000.000", a djinn responded immediately. Know for their immense magic and vast wealth, few could match a determined djinn in a bidding war.

The crowd was ecstatically cheering and the auctioneer busy following the bids of the many hell-dwellers, who wanted to get their hands on a real life angel.

Suddenly the light in the room began to dim. It was as though a shadow was slowly creeping through the hall, silencing even the most daring and intimidating of demons. Complete silence filled the room as a figure appeared in one of the doorways. She was clad entirely in darkness, shrouded from view, yet her presence filled the entire space with dread and even the normally unfazable devils shuddered.

"Ten million gold", her resonant, feminine yet unquestionably commanding voice whispered, filling every last crevice of the room with its resonance.

"And sold to Mylady", the auctioneer hurried, abandoning any traditional protocol and bowing so deeply the top of his bald head scraped the floor boards.

The figure in black glided forwards. She was not walking, instead her movements at once embodied deadliness and grace in a way that defied several laws of physics. After what felt like an eternity, she came to stand before the cage with the dejected looking male angel. As her eyes met his, a purr emitted from her ethereal form.

With each sound, her being came more and more into focus. The darkness gathering, concentrating first into a shape, then into the form of a young and breathtakingly beautiful woman, dressed completely in black, clingy and indecently revealing fabric. Her dress was shimmering, as though lit up from the inside, draping around an hourglass shaped, tall and toned body, made for and possibly out of sin.

Her flawless skin was bonewhite, her long, wavy hair the color of fresh blood and her eyes a chilling midnight black. It seemed as though entire universes not only could get lost in those eyes but at some point in time actually had.

A thick purse appeared out of nowhere in the auctioneer's hand. Whilst he would have counted money from Lucifer himself, he simply bowed and murmured his deepest gratitude for the honor of serving her. He handed her a piece of paper, which very much looked like it had been made from human skin. This was the contract that could bind an angel for eternity.

"There is just the smallest of matters, Mylady", the auctioneer whimpered. "We havent yet been able to pursuade the angel to sign. Since we did not want to damage him before the auction, we did not force the matter", the man explained praying that he would not be crushed like a cockroach by this least patient of all women in any known universe.

Her laughter, though melodical, may well have been the scariest sound that had been heard in the 7 hells in a few aeons. "Amateurs", she whispered with obvious contempt. "In my days, none of you vermin would have lasted a day in hell".

With a gesture from her hand the angel's cage unlocked, opened and the contract floated inside, coming to rest in front of the angels face, hovering in mid air. Worried gasps came from the audience. What if the angel escaped and the whole army of heaven rained down on them? They clearly didn't know her.

"Little angel", her silky voice caressed him with its resonance. "Sign the contract", she commanded. "I could just control your hand or your mind to make you do it, but I am actually rather fond of free will. Should you refuse, a tsunami will kill 100.000 innocents within the next 5 minutes."

"Ah, you doubt me, little angel", she chuckled menacingly. "See for yourself".
As she snapped her fingers, an opening, similar to a mirror or more accurately a dimensional hole appeared in front of the angels face. Through it he could see the Pacific ocean from a great distance. "Now watch and choose: save yourself or save them", she whispered and with another snap of her finger, the biggest wave, onehundred stories high just appeared out of nowhere, rapidly progressing towards the shoreline and the large metropolis near it.

"Tick, tock, little angel", her soft laughter would almost sound pleasant under different circumstances. "Should you wish to sign, it will need but a drop of your blood, pressed onto the contract. Oh, in case you are wondering how to take a drop of blood from your immortal body, let me assist you..." With a quick slash through the air with her fingernail a small wound in his left ringfinger appears. "Poetic, isn't it", she taunted mercilessly. "In many ways this contract is similar to a human marriage but oh so much harder to break. And of course it doesn't exactly give us equal rights", her laughter rang with the sound of silver bells, truly amused this time.

"So, what will it be, little angel", she asked, naturally already knowing the answer.

 

[LucianDevine]

The sound of every bid that came for him cut Damien more than he ever would have thought possible. After everything he'd done and seen, it seemed almost impossible that this should happen to him. Sadly though, there could be no doubt that was in fact reality. For even his worst nightmares wouldn't have led him to a place and scenario such as this.

As irritatingly deafening as the frenzied bidding was, the sudden silence that followed it was even more unnerving. That silence was accompanied by a feeling, no doubt an aura of fear or something stronger. Seven words came next, a ludicrous bid and the auctioneer claiming that the bid was final and he was sold. That word actually made him flinch... sold...

Where the whole room was cowed by the mere presence of this creature, Damien stood strong. He had been a warrior after all, and helped slay some of the strongest demons in existence. The shadowy creature seemed to glide across the room, the crowd parting well in advance of her, clearly afraid of even irritating her.

When at last the creature stood before his cage, Damien met her gaze with his own blue eyes, steely and emotionless with his resolve. If he was to die here and now, he would not die on his knees cowering like a dog. No, he would die as honorable death as possible.

A sudden shift in the shadowy creature pulled at Damien's attention, and he watched with a curiosity that he tried to suppress as the shadows closed around her and her true form took shape. When at last her transformation was complete, he simply flicked his eyes down her body and then up, giving her a once over before scoffing slightly before letting a single word his from his lips. "Succubus..." He said with as much hatred and disdain as he could, not bothering to hide his disgust as he met her black gaze.. His body was flawless and pure where hers had almost certainly known more debauchery than he could even fathom.

Damien couldn't help but crack a smile as he heard the auctioneer's words. His words were in fact true, and he doubted that there was a thing that even this woman could offer him in exchange for his signature on that contract. Her laughter made his smile disappear though, because it simply couldn't persist in the same room as something as cold as that.

With a wave of the woman's hand, the cage door opened before Damien. He didn't make a move to escape though, not with this many of them surrounding him in a place where they were at their strongest and he his weakest. Her first two words pulled his gaze back to hers, his defiance strong in the face of his surroundings. Her first words actually made him chuckle, but her second ones put an end to it instantly. He couldn't help but wonder whether or not she had such power, but he tried to keep his true feelings hidden behind his stoic face.

Sadly, though, the woman caught on to what he was thinking, or at least suspected at it. Her fingers snapped, and something akin to a mirror appeared before him. What it reflected, though, was more clear than any mirror could reflect. There was no shine or reflect from what he saw, simply reality.

Damien heard the woman's words, saw what she could do, and even felt the prick of pain from his finger, but even in the face of her threat he simply stepped forward to stand before her, knowing that nobody would dare approach him, leaving him with just her to worry about.

"You are either new to this game or one of the worst people when it comes to bluffing that I have ever encountered..." Damien started, staring the woman dead in the eye as he spoke with conviction. "First, any attempt to force me to sign, be it with another hand moving mine or compulsion would render the contract invalid." He cast a glance back over his shoulder at the image she showed him. "Second, what's to say that that isn't simply an illusion that you've cooked up for occasions such as this? We are all immortal's here, and capable of acts much greater than simple parlor tricks. Besides, even if that is true and really happening right now, what guarantee would I have that a demon would keep their word?"

Defiant as he was, Damien still struggled with the reality of his situation. He'd spoken true on his first point, but in truth he had no idea whether or not this woman was capable of the disaster she was showing him.

 

[Sensualista]

With all his righteous bravado, typical for one of his kind, he was certainly entertaining her. Her laughter rang loudly, seductively, encircling him.

"Oh, little angel, you are so... very.... young", she teased, circling around his cage. "And, like most of your kind upstairs terribly ill informed". A long, black tail appeared through a newly created hole in her dress, swishing rhythmically as she purred again. Her eyes sparkled with genuine amusement at his naivity.

"Demonic contract law 101 clearly is not taught to you youngsters", she began. "On demonic ground, your blood seals the deal, consent optional. Of course it only lasts for a few years, but then all I'd need to do would be to take another drop of your blood to renew. As you have seen, this I can do." Her tail, very much feline in appearance came towards him and gently stroked his cheek, similarly to how a human aunt would pinch an especially bonny baby.

"I cannot believe you think I am a common succubus. What the hell do they teach you up there nowadays? Let me educate you", she stated, her voice dripping with irony. Her form changed, her breasts grew, her mouth opened revealing a large, forked, flicking tongue. Her eyes narrowed and whilst still beautiful, her features were both more predatory and more "male wet dream bimbo" than the refined, sexy beauty she had shown before. The air around her changed and the beings in the room started to moan and touch themselves. Her voice, sirenlike, raised the arousal level in the room instantly. "This is a succubus, little angel", she hissed before changing back into her original form.

After a little while she continued: "Can you trust me? Of course not, since I am not bound by your silly morals and codes of conduct! However, bluffing is for beings without any real power", her eyes bored into his, holding his blue eyes in a lock he could not free himself from. "And therefore, it is frankly beneath me", her tail flicking with irritation as she released his eyes and returned the gift of movement to him, at least for now.

"If you need proof, I'll happily let the wave hit, just so you know I can", she purred. "Wasteful, but whatever you need, little angel. Then I would just create another and you'd be back where you started, except 100.000 lives down. But then, there is the question of trust...Hmmmm. I think even someone as young as you might know about the power of a demonic bloodoath", she enquired, already extracting a drop of blood from her left ring finger. "By all dark and demonic gods, including myself, I swear that as long as you serve and obey me angel, no innocent shall die at my hand. I swear this by my own blood, may it bind me to my word", she almost chanted, giving him the strongest assurance any demon cold ever give anyone. An oath like this could not be broken, not even by her, whoever she was.

"Tick tock, little angel, your freedom or their lives? I have all day, but unfortunately, I don't believe your friends do", she added with mock concern in her melodic voice.

 

[LucianDevine]

Damien forced himself to endure the presence and taunting of this woman. He turned his body to follow her movements as she circled his cage. The sight of her tail springing suddenly from her dress caught him briefly off guard, but her next words pulled his attention back to her. The brush of her tail against his cheek almost made him flinch out of sheer revulsion. He did manage to stifle the urge, albeit just barely. What he couldn't resist, though, was her eyes staring back at him. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull his gaze from hers, even though she wasn't even touching him, let alone physically holding him so.

A sharp gasp slipped from Damien's lips when the woman turned her head and released that hold on him. That was the first bit of anything he'd given her, and he hoped it would be the last.

Though Damien didn't like the sound of the oath that the woman made, namely the fact that all of those lives depended both now, and in the future, on his loyalty, he was eventually left with no choice. It was true that she could be bluffing, but if she wasn't, it would cost him one-hundred thousand lives just to find out and be presented with the same bargain again.

"Alright fine!" Damien shouted as he turned to grab the door of his cage with his left hand. He met her black and evil gaze once more as he slammed the door shut on his right hand. He flinched with the pain, but managed to stifle his cry and was victorious in his efforts to draw blood. He continued to hold her gaze as he dipped his left index in the blood and signed his name on the contract.

"Damn you bitch...God damn you..."

 

[Sensualista]

As soon as Damien had signed the contract in his own blood, the parchment floated out of the cage, coming hover in front of her. Gracefully, she pressed her left ring finger still holding the drop she had used for the blood oath onto the parchment. As she did, a palpable energy emitted from the document, settling on her and Damien. It seemed as though their contract was now a part of their bodies, something physical and restrictive, binding them together irrevocably. She held his gaze, which spoke of his defeat for a little while longer, letting him see the wave progress before she again snapped her finger. The tsunami disappeared into nothingness again with no loss of life.

Her hard gaze travelled along the room, seeming to meet the eyes of every single magical creature in the room, every single one of which lowered their eyes in return. "Watch and learn, children", she commanded with obvious contempt before turning back to her prize.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, little angel", she purred, chastising him. "It looks like you are either quite the little rebel or quite fond of punishment. Lets recap what you' ve managed to accumulate so far, shall we?". She started to circle his cage again, her presence seemed to be stretching out around Damien and his cage, closing in on him until it felt like she was touching him with her dark being. He could feel the complexity of her, with two qualities standing out: Lust and Power. Her energy had an intoxicating quality to it, seducing, enticing, tempting with her very presence.

"Firstly, calling me a succubus", she began, lifting one of her perfectly manicured, pure white fingers. "Secondly, damaging MY property", she added with a low growl, a second finger appearing, which seemed to be pointing at the hand he had injured with the door.

"You already had access to the blood you needed and instead you chose to interfere with what is mine", her voice was low, yet the danger he was in was palpable. Displeasing this being was certainly not the safest thing one could do.

"And thirdly, disrespecting me in public with a highly unoriginal profanity. Don't get me wrong, I m quite the fan of profanity actually, but calling your owner and mistress of your universe a goddamn bitch is unacceptable." Her third finger raised, indicating the number of mistakes he had made. "Since you made these transgressions publicly, part of your punishment will begin right here, right now, witnessed by the entire underworld."

With a wave of her hand, the solid cage, which had held him captive, simply vanished, seeming to dematerialise simply because she willed it so. A raised finger physically rooted him to a spot on the floor, unable to move any muscle. Her power surrounded him and its intensity was frightening.

Damien stood tall, his wings folded neatly, his tall, slender, perfectly muscled chest and body on display. The auctioneer had only allowed him the tiniest briefs to cover his angelic manhood, which hid little and suggested much.

She came closer, her tail swishing enticingly, stretching out towards him. It was soft and silky, yet somehow muscular and strong as it stroked around his body. Her essence: lust, power, desire, and more came through her every touch. Her tail stroked along the front of his body, lightly teasing and caressing his finely chiselled cheek, down his vulnerable neck, to his perfectly formed nipples. A swish and a purr stimulated both at the same time, making them grow and harden pleasingly.

Ever stepping closer, finally her hand touched his torso. Whatever energy her tail had carried was now magnified a hundredfold, leaving him breathless, almost suffocating on the intensity of her presence. His eyes could not leave hers, as her silky soft hand cupped his face. Her unnaturally long tongue darted out of her full, red mouth, licking and tasting the soft skin on his exposed neck.

"Ohhh, little angel, your essence tastes so sweeet", she lowly moaned into his ears. Her own arousal was beginning to grow and it was strengthening the dark effect she had on him. As her silky hand travelled down his torso, slightly flicking his nipples, ensuring their continued hardness, his innocent body was assaulted on many levels at the same time. Suddenly his briefs vanished, leaving his angelic manhood for all to see and for her to reach with ease.

"You are still a virgin, little angel", she enquired teasingly, already knowing the answer. After all, it was all over his scent. "You are so delectable", she purred as her hand reached his member. "And so unprepared for someone like me", she added with a low chuckle.

 

[LucianDevine]

Damien watched as the contract floated over towards the woman, and his heart sank as he watched her sign it in blood, just like he had done...willingly done. The only thing that made him feel even the slightest bit happy about what he had just done was when she snapped her fingers, instantly calming the wave that she'd created.

The woman's voice brought his attention back to her once more. He listened to her as she both teased and chastised him before continuing on to list the things that he'd done to deserve punishment, counting them off on her fingers, which were as flawless and pale as every bit of the rest of her. As she did so, she circled him, enveloping him in her power, power that reeked of pure lust.

With a simple wave of the woman's hand, the cage that he'd been locked in suddenly disappeared. Next came a simple raise of her finger in his direction, and he felt her power focus on and encircle him. With all that power being focused on him now, it's intensity was magnified to the point he could barely comprehend.

As the woman stepped closer, Damien tried to meet her gaze, but found himself unable to lift or even turn his head, let alone any other muscle on his body. He knew he wasn't paralyzed though, because when her tail trailed over his body, he could feel it's soft and silky touch, as well as the muscle beneath the fur. That tail started at his well-built chest and glided up to his cheek before finally fluttering down to caress the tender part of his exposed neck.

The aura that surrounded him had intensified with the touch of her tail on his flesh, but both of those feelings paled in comparison to the sudden surge of energy he felt when her bare hand touched his torso and flawlessly chiseled abs. His body didn't react to that direct touch though, namely because the power encircling and trapping him wouldn't allow it. He was just thankful that he was able to force at least a little bit of air into his lungs, even if the effort to breath alone left him gasping.

When at last the woman met his gaze, she forced that as well to remain in place, forcing him to meet her black gaze as she seemingly enjoyed exploring his body. Her tongue flicked past her lips, extending well past the length of a normal tongue as she cupped his cheeks, making him feel that touch, in addition to the feel of her tongue against his pulse point. He again would have quivered at the sensation her tongue made him feel if his body were allowed to do so.

The woman's words sickened him, but not as much as the low moan that slipped past her lips against his ear. There could be no doubt to even his sexually innocent mind that she was getting off on what she was doing to him, and the power that surrounded continued to grow with every touch, word, and sound she made.

The sudden vanishing of his briefs, the last bit of protection he had against this woman and the prying eyes of the gathered crowd triggered something inside Damien. His body tried to fight against the hold she had on him, and the first touch of her hand on his exposed member was the last straw.

"Nooooo!" Damien screamed aloud as a sudden but brief light pulsed around him. It's effect was greatly diminished compared to what would have happened if he were in the heavens, or even on earth. It could have blinded a great deal of the crowd before him if not for the power that it had to push against just to free him. When at last he was free of her hold though, he was free of her strength and protection against the power that was now crushing down around him. He managed a single step backwards, his legs shaking from the effort before finally giving way. His wings surged out to stop his fall, giving him just enough time to catch himself on one knee. He tried desperately to stand, but the crushing power that was buffeting his weakened body made that impossible. It took everything he had just to remain like that, one knee and one hand supporting him as his entire body quaked with the effort it took to not be crushed to the ground by her power.

"They...taught us...to kill your kind..." Damien managed to stammer as he forced his head to lift and meet the woman's gaze once more. "I drew...my own blood...because the thought...of a marriage...to you...disgusts... me..."

 

[Sensualista]

Her little angel hated her and everything she stood for, even though she was fairly certain he still did not know who she truly was. He might have been a little bit more afraid if he had. Lilith, queen of darkness, was the underworld's equivalent to whatever their god upstairs called himself at the moment. Equal in power, both sides could make and unmake whatever they desired. To keep both heaven and hell running smoothly, certain treaties had been made. Whilst she wasn't bound by them, adherence kept both sides from interfering too much with each other. Keeping the relative peace was convenient, even if occasionally bothersome.

She hadn't appeared in public in a few aeons, disillusioned and bored with the absolute power she wielded. When an underling had brought her news of the auction, she had been intrigued. An angel to corrupt was an interesting way to pass some time and she didnt even have to violate their treaty to get her hands on him.

He had responded to her touch, unwillingly, but he had been affected. She could sense his inner conflict, his confusion and apprehension for experiencing anything from her world, for which he clearly had no frame of reference. The flesh was part of her realm though and even his flesh was subject to desire and passion. Currently he was trying to channel this desire into wanting to kill her. She mentally rolled her eyes. As though she could even be killed. But with a little bit of her particular magic, she believed that this hatred could be turned into lust, in time creating her very own little pet fallen angel. Most of the darker emotions, especially fear, arousal and hatred fed her own powers, giving her an uncanny ability to read the emotional state of the beings around her.

Something about him excited her. There was a freshness, a sweetness that she found quite intoxicating. Lilith had lived since the dawn of time and yet there was something about him which affected her more powerfully than she had realised. She had almost crushed him by accident as her own arousal had fuelled her power further and distracted her enough to endanger him.

The ruler of the underworld never made mistakes, so why this now? Could it be his... What was the word again? .... Inn... Innocence? She didnt know. Her tail was flicking with irritation. She hated not knowing.

His little display of defiance was, all things considered, pretty impressive. On unholy ground against the ruler of the underworld herself, even such a small display showed a very strong will. Of course his power had mainly backfired, hurting him, but still, he had grit.

His defiance in the face of overwhelming odds amused and intrigued her and she might have even respected his courage. Even more reason to break him quickly, before things got out of hand.

"Your kind is so melodramatic", she sighed in mock exasperation. With a snap of her finger a dark cross appeared on the stage. Another flick of her wrist and the angel was spreadeagled and tied, standing upright against the cross. Since he was distracting her, maybe restraining him the old fashioned way would be better than using her presence. She had other plans for using her presence on him anyways...

"Where were we", she mused. "Oh, yes, I was going to punish you for your transgressions, little angel. You know,... if I was knitpicking, I could see your little show of defiance as a violation of our agreement, giving me the right to kill some innocents... Maybe later", she said lightheartedly. "Right now, it is time for you to learn your place."

Turning towards the audience she declared: "Punishment should always be tailored to the individual. This angel, like all of his kind is a prude. He feels himself to be beyond sexual impulses and certainly above us more lusty folk. So, what normally would be a reward for most beings, will in his case be the greatest humiliation and hence a highly effective and delightfully cruel punishment." She couldn't suppress a dangerous smile as she pronounced thelast two words, clearly taking delight in them.

She stepped closer to him, his battered, weak body in this place of enemies being held together by nothing but the force of his will and conviction. Almost tenderly, Lilith put one hand on his chest. A warm, comforting energy flowed from her to him, strengthening and restoring him, healing his wounds. He was hers now and no matter how rebellious, she and noone else would be the one to decide how much pain he would experience. For her current purposes, she believed pleasure to be a more effective weapon.

She stood behind him, bending forward, her mouth almost touching his ear. "I wouldnt want this to be too unfair of a fight, little angel", she whispered as she restored his body. "You think you are so much better than us, but I will show you that there is a way in which you are just like us. I will make you writhe, moan, cum and beg in front of all of these beings. Resist me if you wish, but I can assure you that your body will betray you in my capable hands", her smile was predatory.

With an afterthought, she turned back towards him. "When you spill your seed for the whole underworld to see, you should know at whose hands your defeat occurred. I am Lilith", she breathed "and my name is the only prayer worth uttering here in my realm".

His eyes widened pleasingly. Maybe they did teach them something of use up there after all.

Lilith ensured that all bindings were tight, restraining Damien to her satisfaction.
With a mere thought, her outfit changed. Her curvy, flawless body was now clad in something akin to lingerie. Her large, firm breasts were straining against a black lacy bra, which revealed more than it contained. Her sex was covered with the smallest bit of almost translucent black lacy fabric. Her long, wavy, bloodred hair was falling in fetching cascades on her ivory skin. Her body was a work of art and her face matched it perfectly.

One flick of her finger and his eyes were ensured to remain open and on her for as long as she needed. Gracefully she walked to stand behind him.

"What do you know of pleasure, little angel", she whispered, her voice now as seductive and sweet as honey. "The pleasure of being caressed", she began, running her arms around his chest with the gentlest of touches, making every nerve-ending come alive with sensation. Her silky soft hands wandered along his torso, appreciating this fine male specimen before her. With her mouth at his ear she whispered "Doesn't this feel.... Good, little angel?"

Her voice and the now much gentler purr in its resonance were a caress in their own right, assaulting his senses.

"The pleasure of being desired", she continued, letting her tongue run along the vulnerable and sensitive skin of his neck, tasting the sweetness she had been affected by before. "So sweet...", she murmured, gently feeding some of her arousal back to him through her touch. Maybe this wasn't playing fair, but she was a demon at heart after all.

Damien didn't look like he was complaining, even though a number of contradicting emotions seemed to be showing on his expressive face. Her hands continued to tease and explore from behind him, giving the audience full view of her prize.

"The pleasure of being teased", her hands found his nipples, gently stroking, pulling and caressing them to attention. "Can you feel the aliveness in your body, little angel? Can you feel it calling out to me", she enticed.
"This body of yours belongs to me, little one. You may fight this, but denial does not unmake truth."

A dark and husky, sexy laugh left her throat as she stepped in front of him, her hand grazing along his chest as she passed. "The pleasure of being tasted", she added as she knelt on a newly appeared footstool between his outstretched legs. Her fingers were running from his feet up the inside of his thighs, getting oh so very close to his manhood but swerving around it at the last moment. His eyes, forced open were meeting hers, as her soft fingers explored his body now gently, now with the light pressure of her nails, alternating sensations and overwhelming his mind.

"Are you ready for me to show you what you have been missing, little angel",she asked huskily, showing him her pink tongue, which flickered first to his nipples, suckling, gently biting and teasing them before travelling lower...to that place that had stirred such a reaction in him before.

Her eyes held his as she began to lick the length of him teasingly, running over and around his sensitive tip, delighting in any sounds and shudders her attentions were evoking.

"You will cum for me here tonight, little angel, and the whole underworld will watch", her last words were a promise, she was now working to fulfill with her mouth....

 

[LucianDevine]

"Except that I didn't disappoint disobey an order that you gave." Damien fired back as he pulled weakly against the bonds binding him to the cross. "Nitpicking or not, it's impossible to disobey an order that you didn't give."He did his best to try and look and be strong in the face of what was happening, but he couldn't hide either his exhaustion and labored breathing.

Damien heard the words that the woman spoke next, and she seemed to take great delight in them, particularly the last two. Even though his body was as pure as possible, he knew what she was threatening, and what's worse, he knew she was right. He watched her step forward, and tried to put on a brave face, especially when her hand reached for him again. What he felt from her touch this time though, was the complete opposite as last time. There was no surge of emotion or sensation that buffeted his senses, but rather an unexpected calm that actually was definitely more surprising. He knew what she was doing as he felt his strength return and the pain fade from his injured hand, and he hated her all the more for it! At least if he was too weak to resist he could blame what she was about to do to him and his inability to resist on that. With her healing and restoring him, though, he would be perfectly aware of everything that was about to happen.

"Damn you..." Damien cursed softly at the woman after she'd stepped behind him and whispered her words against his ear like she was trying to seduce him with them. He hated her more than words could possibly express, and that hatred was growing with every passing second.

It wasn't until the woman came back around that he finally learned who he was dealing with, and the sound of her name made his eyes widen. Even if she was right about the teachings of heaven having grown lax over the course of her infinite existence, her name was known to every angel that existed. Her name alone told him that he was no match for her, especially in the pits of hell. It made it that much harder for him to keep his spirits up and keep resisting her, knowing that his efforts were truly futile.

As Damien watched, Lilith's clothes changed before him. Now she wore nothing more than a lace bra that barely managed to contain the swell of her pale breasts, and barely existent black panties. Her clothes covered next to none of her flawlessly perfect pale skin, looking even more so against the contrast of the dark fabric. Her hair was equally contrasting, long, wavy, and blood-red, cascading over her shoulders as she lifted a single finger and forced his gaze to meet hers and keep it there. He hated to admit that she was beautiful, even considering that word in the same sentence as her name, but no other word came close.

It wasn't until Lilith walked behind him and let her hands and arms caress his skin with the gentlest of touches that Damien realized the true flaw of his training. Angels had been taught to resist temptation, but that training meant nothing when he was helplessly subjected to it. Everywhere she touched him came alive and also became hypersensitive. He had to stifle a soft sigh as her hands slid down his chest to his torso and chiseled abs. "I know nothing of it..." He started simply, her words and actions coaxing the answer from him. "We are taught to resist temptation...but know nothing of the pleas...I mean feelings that come along with the acts that we resist." Damien desperately hoped that his slip of the tongue would go unnoticed, but the snickers that he heard from the crowd told him that some of them had heard him, and if they had, then Lilith certainly had.

Lilith's next words came heatedly against his neck, and his eyes would have drifted closed at the feel of her tongue on the sensitive nape of it, if not for her power keeping them open. Nothing could stop the soft gasp that slipped from his lips at that touch though, and he knew then that it was all over. He knew that she was affecting him. He felt her power all around him, and try as he might, he couldn't resist it. His manhood throbbed between his thighs at the first touch, and slowly hardened to it's full nine inch length.

A soft sigh slipped from Damien's lips when Lilith's attention turned to his nipples. The hypersensitivity that soon followed pulled several gasps from him next. The truth of her words was sadly undeniable, no matter how hard he tried. His body was reacting to what she was doing and saying, because it had no defense against it, not when she was the instigator on her home turf.

As bad as Damien thought things were with Lilith behind him, things only got worse when she moved back around in front of him. He was forced to watch as she knelt between his legs and ran her fingers up the insides of his thighs. Her touch sent electricity shooting through his entire body, and that sensation only got stronger the closer she got to his now-throbbing member. A low groan slipped from him when her touch got oh so close to it, only to swerve around it at the last possible second. Her touch was almost tolerable for a bit, even when it moved from the feeling of her fingers to her fingernails. All of that changed when she reached his nipples, though. The first touch of her long and pink tongue against his nipple pulled a sharp gasp from him, and that single gasp turned into a steady series of them as she sucked and bit against his unbelievably sensitive nipples.

Just when Damien thought things couldn't get worse, though, the feeling of those pleasure-giving lips and tongue traveling down his body once more told him that the worst was truly left to come.

Nothing could have prepared Damien for the surge of electricity and pleasure that surge through him when her warm and wet tongue licked up the full length of his throbbing length. Her words made it perfectly clear to him what she was about to do, and any doubts he might have had would certainly have been cleared up when her mouth closed around his two inch thick length. His entire body jerked when her mouth sank down on his length, or at least it would have if not for the bindings that kept him helpless. Worse still, though, was the fact that he was literally forced to watch as his long, thick, and throbbing length disappeared into her mouth. He writhed, moaned, and panted with the pleasure that her knowing lips, tongue, and mouth were giving him, pleasure that he had absolutely no defense against.

 

[Sensualista]

Lilith couldnt contain her chuckle as he tried to argue demonic contract law with her.

"Your righteousness blinds you, little angel. My oath was very specific, thereby giving me many loopholes. I currently choose to abide by the spirit of our agreement, but I only have to oblige to its letter. I command that you will never try to hurt yourself again. This privilege is mine and mine alone", she said darkly, holding his eyes until he indicated his understanding.

When he cursed her after she had restored his body, she couldn't contain a smile. "Already am, little one". What good was a contest of wills, even if so unfairly matched if he wasn't at his prime? It wouldnt be very sporting and it would therefore be a lot less fun for her.

He had answered her rhetorical question honestly, after all, his kind could not lie. He tried to withhold the word pleasure, even whilst his body was standing fully to attention. His body was so vulnerable to her attentions, so responsive that teasing him was like playing a finely tuned instrument, his moans rewarding her skill.

Lilith wasn't prepared for the intoxicating sweetness of his arousal as she caressed and teased him. The more aroused he became, the more powerful the almost drug like effect on her. When she took his manhood into her mouth, it took an incredible amount of self control to keep to her leisurely pace, rather than devour him. Her eyes were holding his as she watched pleasure take over Damien's mind.

When she tasted the first drops of precum, her whole body stared to purr loudly, contentment radiating through every pore as her hunger for him grew. She wanted more, she wanted everthing he had...

When she looked into his eyes again, an small stab of an unfamiliar feeling hit her: compassion. Though his body was rejoicing, his little soul was suffering. This feeling unsettled her greatly. Why would she care about the torment of a slave's soul?

With a little effort she focused back on his body and continued to torment his member. Her tongue flickered along his manhood to its very tip, circling around before her lips enveloped him, adding just the smallest amount of suction to the continuing assault of her tongue. Her eyes held his, suddenly shining dark purple, as she slowly took his entire length into her mouth as though it was nothing. Her tongue was massaging the sensitive underside of his cock whilst she sucked him, running along the tip on the upstroke and adding more pressure from her soft lips on the downstroke. As his arousal grew so did its intoxicating effect on her.

Since he was inexperienced she had wanted to pace, tease, make him wait, make him beg for release. as things were going this was not going to happen. Her own arousal and need was rising fast, threatening to overtake her skillful self control. What was it about this angel that was making her go insane?

All other thoughts paled except for one: more. More of his arousal, more of his juices, more....

Lilith let her arousal take over, exponentially increasing the strength and speed of her pleasuring, sucking and licking him, no longer teasing. His sounds increased, his eyes wide as she pierced them with her lustfilled gaze.

"You will cum for me, little angel", her voice projected right into his mind. Her mouth was working him furiously and she knew he was approaching the edge. With a supreme effort of willpower, Lilith channeled some of her own arousal away to the audience, thereby regaining a fraction of control. She slowed down, holding her little angel at that edge for what felt like hours. With each passing minute his need for release built as did his arousal, overwhelming his innocent body.

"This much pleasure can make one lose one's mind little one. Ask me for your release, beg me to let you cum, little one. I won't stop until you do..."

 

[LucianDevine]

An act that would have been considered a reward to just about any other creature in existence was pure torture for Damien. Neither his mind or body had any defense against what Lilith was doing to him. The fact that her hold on him forced his gaze to remain on her, watching the full of his hypersensitive member disappear between her bright red lips only served to make things that much worse! Try as he might to resist it, he couldn't stop the endless flow of sighs and moans that spewed from his parted lips. He was truly helpless before her, and he hated it more than words could possibly express.

As bad as things were for Damien just then there was one thing that would have helped to ease his "suffering". That thing, simply enough, would be for her to lose herself in what she was doing and bring him to his release as quickly as possibly. Sadly, though, he was not that lucky. Time and again, he felt his body building towards the climax that he knew his body wanted but had never experienced, and every time he felt like he was about to explode, she slowed down and lightened up on the pressure.

Damien heard Lilith's words in his head as her mouth continued to torture his inexperienced body. He could not deny the truth of her words, because every time he felt her bring him so close to the edge and back off, he let lout an audible groan of dismay that got louder with each repetition.

Time was lost to Damien as he was forced to stare into her suddenly dark purple eyes. He didn't know if it had been a minute or an hour, but it felt like an eternity. He knew that her words were true. The battle going on between his body and brain were slowly tearing his consciousness apart. His pupils were soon dancing back and forth as his entire body quaked beneath her sinfully skillful touch.

"No...No more...Please no more!" Damien screamed at last, knowing that even that wouldn't be enough to make Lilith stop. He knew what he had to say. She'd told him as much, and as much as he hated it, there really wasn't an alternative unless he wanted to spend even more time tied to this cross.

"Let me cum! Please let me cum! Please may I cum?!"

 

[Sensualista]

Damien's continuous streams of sighs and moans rewarded Liliths skillful attention.
His body was so alive, his arousal so powerful, so pure, it made her body shiver with excitement. Whilst her channeling of some her own arousal to the audience bought her more self control, the growing moans from the underworld dwellers in the audience, stroking themselves furiously acted as an encouraging soundtrack.

Holding him at the brink was almost as difficult for Lilith as it was Damien. The more she worked his length, the more the aching need inside her grew for his essence. If Lilith was honest, there was only so long she could have held off if he hadnt broken in time.

"No. No more, please no more", he pleaded, his young body quaking with the increadible pleasure she made him feel. Oh how his pleading turned her on...
It was good, but not quite enough. She only hoped she could hold herself off until he begged her for his release.

A few minutes later, his blue eyes flashing with fire, his body and his mind had finanlly reached their capacity.

"Let me come", he tried to demand, as Lilith continued her torture of his sensitive manhood.

"Please let me come", he pleaded with growing desperation, almost taking Lilith over the edge. She held him at this unbelievably intense precipice for a little while longer until his voice asked so soft, vulnerable and full of his surrender asked her:
"Please may I come"?

"Good boy", Lilith purred into his mind "The proper address is mistress, little angel", she added, waiting until he desperately uttered his plea again with her title.

Her gaze held his, her lips slow, his body on fire as she commanded:
"Come for me little angel. Give yourself to me. Now", Lilith demanded with her voice inside his head and her mouth on his manhood.

Her little angel's body convulsed, waves after waves of pleasure flowing through him, as he released his precious seed into her waiting mouth in burst after infinite burst for all the underworld to see.

His seed was like ambrosia. Sunlight, music, happiness, sweetness and delight flowing through Lilith as she continued to milk his cock with her bloodred lips. Each wave of his release crashed through her own body, leaving her knees weak, her body shaking. Fuck! What the fuck had that been?

Damien's body was now limp in his restrains, his flesh sated for the first time but his eyes betraying his inner conflict, a lonely tear running along his cheek.

Lilith cleaned every last drop of his bounty, collecting herself until she felt she could stand up. As she got up, she pressed her scantily clad body against his beautiful form, her face now directly in front of him. Her now radiantly purple eyes held him as her lips came closer to his.

"You are mine, little angel", she whispered snapping her fingers, instantly transporting them from the cheering underworld crow to the privacy of one of her own palaces. Then her soft lips found his, claiming his mouth with surprising gentleness as her hands ran along his chest, leaving a trail of sensations as she continued to assualt him as a lover would...

 

[LucianDevine]

Even as he said the words that he knew Lilith wanted to hear, Damien couldn't help but wonder how long she would torture him, leaving him on the precipice of what his body craved. The words that eventually sounded in his head gave him hope, but even those words were followed with a demand, a demand that clearly had to be answered before she would give him what he needed.

"Please may I cum...Mistress...?" Damien asked aloud at last, knowing that it was the only way to end his "suffering".

Her radiant purple gaze locked with his fiery blue one for but a second before her next command came, along with it the release that he so desperately needed. His entire body started to convulse in his bonds as wave after wave of pleasure assaulted his unknowing body and brain. His voice lifted with his cries of release as his head thrashed back and forth against the cross, despite her attempt to hold his gaze. His cock was right there with him, throbbing and pulsing as his seed gushed from him into her waiting mouth.

The surrounding crowd sounded off with his defeat when his strength finally left him and he hung limp within his restraints. A single tear slid down his cheek as he fully understood now the reality of his situation. He was so distraught and lost in his own mind that he had all but forgotten about Lilith until she made to stand before him, pressing her scantily clad body against his as her intense gaze met his once more. He heard her words as she leaned close, but didn't have time to register their location change before she kissed him.

That kiss, when it came, his first of course, was the complete opposite of what Damien had d expected from Lilith. He had naturally expected a harsh and demanding kiss, not the gentle press of her soft lips against his as her hands slid over his chest, leaving an wakening trail of sensations in their wake. That trail slowly awakened his otherwise exhausted and sated body, and try as he might, force him to not only accept that kiss, but return it with a hint of willingness, despite his understandable and obvious inexperience in such matters. He almost wondered if he would have wrapped his arms around her if he'd been able to do so.

 

[Sensualista]

The kiss, so sensuous and gentle took lilith by surprise. Her normally raging, demanding lusty passion felt different, somehow softer and deeper. She lost herself in the sweetness of his lips and felt him respond to her.

Somehow Lilith wasn't sure anymore about who was corrupting who. She felt care for her little angel well up inside her and longing to show him the delights that her world offered. With a wave from her hand, he was now lying next to her on a huge, circular bed, completely draped with red silk. His hands were untied as he faced her.

Her soft hands were caressing his beautiful face, his blue eyes looking into her brighly violet ones. She drew him closer towards him, enticing rather than demanding, reclaiming his lips with hers. Her hand found his manhood again, which was already pleasingly hardening against her.

"The pleasures of the flesh are intoxicating, aren't they", Lilith enquired without any trace of her typical sarcasm or taunt. "Not everything you are taught about us is correct, little angel. Pleasure need not be a scary thing. I have showed you how I use it as a weapon, now let me show you another side", she whispered huskily, her hand stroking his manhood to full hardness.

He was on his back, unrestrained, with Lilith's soft body over him. She ran her slender figure against the front of his body, caressing both herself and him with the softness of her skin. The lingerie vanished and now her hard nipples could trail lines of delight along his chest as she brushed against it. Her dampness straddled his thigh, slowly stroking her slick pussy against his leg as she continued to kiss his torso. Her arousal was building and soft moans escaped her lips. As she moved her body upwards, her sex was resting against his hardness, her eyes meeting his as her lips found his in a kiss.

Lilith held his gaze as she took his member into one hand, bringing him to her opening.
"This, right here is heaven little angel", she whispered as she slowly lowered herself onto him, taking his whole length into her slick depths, moaning as he filled her.
So slowly, she started to ride him, caressing his sensitive member with her unbelievably hot pussy. Her hands found his nipples as her mouth found his, her body moving of its own accord, ever pushing them forward. Her pace increased as her arousal peaked, the need in her for her own release growing. Lilith gave into her body's desires, letting it chase its release with ever increasing speed and vigor. She took his hands and pressed them onto her perfect breasts as she rode him harder and harder. His tentative touch and pleasure sounds urging her onwards. Her pace became furious, her sounds louder and more desperate, her breath panting as she was getting close. She could feel him twitch within her, as she reached towards her peak.

"Yes, oh yes, little angel", Lilith moaned, her body convulsing and her pussy milking his member furiously as she screamed her release, riding out every last drop of her orgasm.

 

[LucianDevine]

Almost as though Lilith had read his mind, Damien found his hands unbound and wrapping around her. Deep down, he knew that he should hate her for everything that she had done to him, up to and including robbing him of his purity. Her powers flowing through and around him made that impossible just then, though. The chemicals in his brain were working overtime and clouding his mind with thoughts ranging from love to hate and sex to murder! With all those thoughts swirling around his mind, he was left in a different state of helplessness when she backed up enough to let him meet her gaze once more. He could see the bright fire inside her through those bright violet eyes, and knew that his blue eyes likely reflected something similar.

Lilith's hand snaking between them to his cock added another drop of water to the ocean of feelings and sensations buffeting Damien's already beleaguered body and brain. With no semblance of control to even try to keep things in check, his spent member reacted naturally and quickly to her touch, hardening within her hand. Her words were simply another drop then, further assaulting his mind as her hand stroked his member to full hardness once more.

Even as Lilith slid her body over his, Damien had a feeling of what was about to happen. Though he had been physically innocent and a virgin, he had still been taught and trained on all matters of temptation, especially temptation of the flesh. A long groan slipped from his lips as she slid up his body, and it got louder when her few clothes were suddenly gone and he felt her rock-hard nipples against his chest. It didn't take long for the feel of her wetness straddling and sliding along his thigh pulled at his attention.

When Lilith's ministrations guided his fully hard length to her wet sex, Damien knew what was coming next. Even the sexual virgin that he was knew what was coming, or so he thought. In his lust-crazed mind, Damien expected that her pussy would feel a lot like her mouth had. As she slid herself down his throbbing shaft though, the pleasure that assaulted him was infinitely greater than he could have imagined. The pleasure that he felt was further magnified by the overflow of power that burst from Lilith, buffeting his helpless being time and again.

Damien's body struggled to try and participate in what Lilith was doing. It wanted to react to the hot and wet pussy that was steadily caressing and convulsing around his achingly hard cock. He wanted to react to the feel of her fingers on his nipples and her mouth claiming his lips in another powerful kiss, but it was too much sensation for one so unused to it. In the end, all he could do was moan, groan, gasp, and pant as she took the pleasure that she craved from a body that was all too happy to be used so, for that was surely what she was doing just then, using his cock for her pleasure, riding him faster and faster as she chased the release that her sinful body surely craved. Her hands pulling his towards her breasts finally pulled him out of his head. His body reacted to her unspoken demand, pinching and squeezing the firm globes as her hard nipples pressed into his palms.

Damien's cock twitched and jerked when Lilith finally reached her peak, her pussy clenching painfully hard around his thick length. Even her power wasn't enough to pull a second release from him so quick, though. Her screams filled the room as she continued to ride him furiously, her hot juices gushing from her with each stroke, coating the inner thighs of them both.

When at last Lilith's movements stopped on top of him, Damien could do nothing but lay beneath her, utterly exhausted, despite the firm length of his cock that still rested within her as his arms closed around her, pulling her close.

 

[Sensualista]

Lilith was basking in the afterglow of her powerful release, her beautiful body collapsed against her little angel. When his strong arms surrounded her, pulling her closer, she was surprised and somehow touched. It was a strange experience of tenderness and intimacy, so different to her normal encounters.

Typically, after an orgasm, Lilith would go down to her dungeon for her "exercise", namely harshly punishing beings who had displeased her with her impressive assortment of whips, canes and other implements of torture. Now, she was however feeling something akin to... Peace. Like a cat sunbathing on a window sill, Lilith was feeling lazy and content, with no urge to do anything but enjoy the closeness of her new pet. It was strange to lay with someone, who wasn't scheming to overthrow her. It was unfamilarly relaxing and Lilith drifted off to a peaceful sleep, her head resting against the chiselled torso of her angel, one hand resting on his silky soft wing, his arms still holding her close.

When Lilith woke up, she didnt know for a moment where she was. When she opened her eyes and looked around, she noticed that she was still cuddled up to her now sleeping angel. Her power had kept him stiff and inside her and Lilith could feel the desire to ride him again rise. What was happening to her? The queen of the underworld did not cuddle or fall asleep in the arms of her enemy. The contentment Lilith was feeling disturbed her. Why didn't she want to corrupt, destroy or hurt something or someone as any good demon should?

Lilith got up from her sleeping angel, willing his hands tied in a comfortable position, allowing him enough movement without permitting escape.
She stroked his cheek tenderly before she left her bedroom, a black dress appearing out of nowhere on her form.

She called out to the one being who might help her through her confusion. He was the closest thing to a friend she had, a wise confidant and frequently lover. Lilith walked along a corridor in her southernmost palace in the 3rd dimension of hell. The fact that she was walking rather than just phasing to her final destination spoke volumes of her emotional state.

Lilith entered one of her libraries, small and cosy, the walls lined with classical books. A small fireplace burned, spreading warmth and a soft light. Two comfortable, high backed chairs were by the fire. She sat down gracefully, a glass of rare red wine appearing in her pale hand. Lilith sipped carefully whilst she awaited the arrival of her companion. She did not need to wait long. With a pop, a beautiful tanned man in an impeccably stylish midnight black suit appeared. His raven hair framed the classically beautiful face and complemented the eyes, which were pure gold. He was almost as old as her, one of the first fallen angel, who had now become a demon of temptation in her realm - Salazar.

He sat down after a graceful bow to her, one of the few beings who would sit in her presence without her invitation and live. "You called", he said with a trace of humor in his dark, seductive voice. "Since you've called me here, I imagine this is not one of our more passionate encounters", he stated, disapproval in his voice at this venue. Indeed, Lilith had chosen the most ordinary of the rooms in her palace. In her other library, human slaves served as seats and the book shelves were filled with dark magic, a picture window overlooking an everpresent torture chamber.

When Salazar saw Liliths bright purple eyes, he flinched. "Oh Lilith, what have you done", he sighed. Despite the cheesy human saying that the eyes were the windows to a soul, this was in fact truth. Anything but midnight black in Liliths eyes spelled great trouble, indeed.

"I have bought an angel", Lilith began with some hesitation. "I have forced him to cum in my mouth in front of the whole underworld and then I have taken his virginity here in my bed", she admitted.
"You have done what", Salazar asked heatedly. "Angels are trouble, you should know this", he added sharply. "Watch your tongue or lose it", Lilith hissed.

"At least there is still some of my queen left here", Salazar said, sounding pleased. "My apologies. Something concerns you and so it should. Your eyes are purple for heaven's sake", he cursed.

"I do not know what exactly is happening to me, but he has an effect on me, I cannot explain. His arousal, so pure and his energy, so sweet are intoxicating to me beyond what I have ever experienced, bringing me to the brink of losing control. I am having worrying thoughts and feelings as well and I don't know what to do about it, old friend", Lilith confided. The fallen angel, now demon, looked at her thoughtfully.

"You have taken his fluids inside you", he asked, waiting for her nod before he contined: "It sounds as though he is corrupting you with his goodness. That would certainly explain why your eyes are no longer black. What are those thoughts that distrub you?".

"Its contentment, peace, tenderness, caring about my slaves feelings", Lilith admitted, her head slightly lowered in shame. The gesture alone told Salazar that his queen was deeply affected, since she would normally never show weakness like this. "Let me help you find your core again", he purred seductively, suddenly appearing behind her, his strong hands on her breasts. As soon as she nodded, he was kissing her neck fiercely, his long tongue flicking along her pulse point, leaving shivers in its wake. Heat rose in Lilith. He was an excellent lover and one of the few, who she ever allowed to take a more dominant role with her, when the mood took her.

Liliths dress disappeared and they both stood in their delightfully naked forms facig each other. His violent kiss curshed her lips, biting her, drawing blood, awakening the primal predatoress within. Lilith grabbed him with her strength, overpowering him easily, holding Salazar at arms length whilst her gaze met his. When she released him, Lilith turned around, bending over one of the chairs arms.

"Mount me", she commanded. With a roar, he grabbed her hips, his long, thick member entering her wetness with one powerful thrust that made her gasp. He bit her neck whilst he was fucking her violently with lust and fury. His hand found her clitoris and rubbed her, getting her closer to her release. When finally he came, his dark seed spraying deeply into her womb, Lilith convulsed with her own release, her eyes again firmly black. She threw him off of her and turned around.

"That was what I needed, old friend, but how do I keep the angel from affecting me again", she asked, her voice dark and dangerous.
"It seems his fluids affect you, maybe yours will affect him. I would think that if you corrupt the angel to the point where he turns, you will be safe. This will take a while though, so persistence is key", he added with a bow, before disappearing in a puff of smoke.

Lilith phased into her bedroom, feeling more like herself again. The angel was still sleeping on her bed. How dare he? With a wave of her hand, Damien found himself in a small cage. With another thought she added a collar to his elegant throat to mark him as her pet. She gave him nothing but the hard floor to lie on. He would need to earn anything, even something as basic as water with his service to her.
Lilith lay back down in her bed and went to sleep, his sweet fragrance still surrounding her, entering her dreams.

 

[LucianDevine]

Damien's beleaguered body easily succumbed to it's exhaustion, Lilith's latent emotions only aiding him in falling asleep, His sleep left him more vulnerable to her power and proximity, though, and though he slept soundly beneath her, never moving a muscle, his mind was assaulted with dreams. Angels didn't normally dream, let alone the blatantly sexual river of images and scenarios that he experienced. He woke up only once in the night, and only just registered the fact that Lilith was asleep on top of him before his head sagged back down once more.

A sudden change in his surroundings pulled at Damien's senses, forcing him to wake up just as he felt a collar materialize around his neck. His blue eyes flashed with his anger, and his hands closed around the bars of the cage that he suddenly found himself in. He caught the sight of Lilith just as she was laying back down in her bed, clearly not even giving him a second thought.

with a good nights rest in him, Damien was ready to fight once again. The events of the previous day were as forgotten to him as was possible, and when he finally forced himself to lay back down on the hard and uncomfortable floor to sleep his mind was filled with nothing but thoughts of rage and revenge.

 

[Sensualista]

Lilith woke from her troubled sleep, dreams of her angel's sweetness following her even here. It was still early, but Lilith was motivated to regain control of her slave, ideally this time without being corrupted by him. If fluids were crucial, getting him to service her would be most important. She could blackmail him with the lives of more innocents again but that would be boring. Much better if she could use the weakness of his flesh to make him beg for the privilege. How humiliating this would be for her little angel, whose blue eyes were flashing at her with outrage and hatred again. Good. Much easier to deal with than this tenderness business.

"Ah, little one. Is this your righteous and defiant face? I am not sure that after your actions yesterday you are still entitled to a righteous face, don't you agree? What do you think your fellow angels would say if they saw you beg me for your release in front of the whole underworld. I do have it on tape, so maybe one day you will actually find out", Lilith said in a low, husky voice.

His response amused her.
"Whatever you say, you are in fact my slave, my property. As such you will need to learn to serve me as I desire, to please me or have you forgotten the terms of our agreement already? There are so many ways i can get compliance from you, sweet angel. I could kill innocents in front of you until your enthusiasm for service matched my expectations. I could punish you physically, but I believe you have been trained to withstand that, so not that much fun for me there. Or, if you become too bothersome I could simply make you into a little winged whore. Many underworld creatures would pay good money for a night with an angel.

You know I can bind you effectively. Is that your preference? Being raped over and over and over again in all configurations by hordes of underworld beings or would you prefer to serve just me, willingly?
It doesnt really matter, since in the end I will have you where I want you anyways. How painful the journey there however is in your hands.

Lilith snapped her fingers and a beautiful woman appeared immediately. She had the predatory grace and bimbo features of a succubus.

The succubus fell to her knees. "Mistress", she whispered, her eyes lowered.
"Avaritia, at least you seem to have learnt something about proper conduct from our last encounter", Lilith said dangerously. The succubus shook, remembering the session of intense torture she had endured at Liliths hand.

"Thank you, my queen. I live to serve you."
"Good. I have a task for you, for which I will transform your form, but your consciousness will remain. You are to pleasure this angel with your mouth, however you may never let him come. Get him as close as you can, hold him there for as long as you can, but NEVER allow him release. You will be tasked with this at all times when I am not directly playing with him. Serve me well and I will let you absorb some sexual energy from one of my orgies. You are to absorb only the bare minimum of his energy to survive. I want his body coursing with lust, desire, unmet, desperate. If you fail me and this angel either comes or is not a quivering mess when I next see him, our last encounter will seem like a pleasant afternoon walk in hell. Do you understand", LIlith growled.

Avaritia nodded quickly. Yes, my queen. I am honored to serve."
"Good", Lilith snapped her finger and the succubus was turned into something looking more like a small cocksleeve with a mouth, except that this sex toy had the ability to stimulate all on its own. Another flick of her hand and the succubus was attached to Damian's member, suckling away, already evoking responses from his unprepared body.

"Call my name when you are ready to beg to please my pussy with your tongue, slave. Your release will not come before mine at your hand. Enjoy your torture", she finished with a laugh, her black eyes sparkling with delight as she vanished to attend to some other business.

 

[LucianDevine]

Damien felt a small surge of power when Lilith woke up, and that surge pulled at his consciousness, waking him up as well. He had thought that the two of them had at least made some progress last night, but her sudden reappearance and the cage that he'd found himself in shortly after had proven him wrong. With that being the case, when he he woke up this time, his eyes were reflecting the same hatred of her that they'd held when they first met. Her taunting words only made it easier for him to hate her.

"Given the fact that both incidences involved you raping me I think they'd understand." Damien spat back without hesitation.

Of all of the punishments that Lilith described next Damien found himself desperately hoping that she would choose the physical punishment. It was so much easier to shut his mind down and endure the pain than any of the other punishments she described. Her own words told him that she wasn't going to do that, though. He bit back his responses for now though not wanting to give anything away about what he thought of her other suggestions and which one he hated most, because then she would certainly pick that.

Damien wasn't given much time to think about the options that Lilith cycled through, because with a simple snap of her fingers a naked and beautiful woman appeared before them. Where he had been wrong before, though, he knew that this was in fact a succubus. He watched the creature sink to her knees before Lilith before being forced to listen to the dialogue between the two. He didn't like the sound of what they were talking about, but couldn't do anything but watch as Lilith snapped her fingers once more, turning the succubus into an unfamiliar shape. the purpose of the shape became quite evident when she flicked her hand in his direction. The object disappeared briefly before reappearing around his flaccid member. He jumped at it's sudden appearance, especially there, but didn't have to wait long to figure out it's purpose. The lips at the end of the device sucked at the base of his rapidly lengthening member while the entire length of it was sheathed within. A low groan slipped from his lips when he felt the entire thing start to clench and relax, tightening and loosening on his swollen length, stimulating his entire length as something that felt like a tongue alternated between tracing up the thick vein on the underside, swirling around the sensitive head, and flicking against the increasingly sensitive hole at the tip.

Damien's eyes slipped closed for a brief second as his hands flexed on the bar of his cage. His hips thrust briefly against the air of their own accord, clearly responding to the skillful ministrations.

Lilith's words pulled at Damien's attention, forcing him to open his eyes and meet her gleaming black gaze as he listened to what he had to do to end what was going to happen to him.

"Fuck...you...Lilith..." Damien managed to get out between shivers of pleasure.

Once Lilith was gone Damien released his grip on the cage stepped back until his back hit the bars of the cage. He closed his eyes as he let himself sink to the floor, desperately trying to steel his mind against the maddening ebb and flow of pleasure that he was being assaulted with. He knew only one thing just then, and one thing only. He was in for a long and horrible day!

 

[Sensualista]

Lilith chuckled at his defiance. Did he really believe what she did to him was rape? The poor soul might well find out the difference if she did hire him out to other magical beings. She liked his defiance, even though it was obvious he wasn't going to win agaist her, her respect for him grew.

His face as the succubus attached to his manhood was priceless, his hips thrusting involuntariy against the air adorable. His flesh was so responsive, this would be far too easy. When she outlined her requirements for his torture to stop, his eyes opened. "Fuck you Lilith", he managed.

"Only if you are a very good boy", she added with a dark smile before vanishing into thin air. She imagined it would take the angel at lest a few hours until his pride was worn down enough to even consider begging her to pleasure her. Time to attend to some of her other duties.

Firstly she popped in on Salazar who was skillfully training a young succubus in the effective arts of love. Lilith pulled her mouth off his cock with a wave of her hand.
"Not that like that, stupid. Like this", she added, showing her how to envelop, suck and tease his cock at the same time, eliciting a moan from the normally contained demon immediately.
It took the succubus a couple of tries to replicate the movement, but the result was satisfactory.

"Dismissed until tomorrow same time", Salazar said, the succubus leaving quickly.

"So my queen, you look pleased with yourself. May I ask how your angel situation is going?"

"Very well. We are back to hatred and defiance, which is easy for me to deal with. I have attached a succubus to him, who will edge him until he is willing to beg me for the privilege of pleasuring my pussy. His orgasm will not come before mine at his tongue. He does not know about the power of continuous sexual stimulation without release over the mind. The longer this goes, the more soft and pliable he becomes, the more aroused and needy his flesh. It is just a matter of time. No matter his willpower, he will beg me convincingly before the day is out", she said with a true smile.

"Excellently done, my queen. Do you require anything else of me", he asked seductively. "Maybe later, Salazar", she added, vanishing to appear in her dungeon.

A few prisoners needed to be tortured and the demons in charge had made less headway than she had hoped. One female water nymph was stretched out, spreadeagled, her sex and mouth having been ravished, her soft skin covered in mark of the lash. Lilith came closer, her eyes meeting her prisoners as her hand found the nymphs little slit, slowly rubbing up and down, eliciting soft moans whenever she reached the clit.

"Your body is beautiful and responsive. Do you really want me to leave you with this army of demons to be used like you have and harsher ever single day of your life", she asked whilst she stroking the girl's clit gently.

The defiance in her eyes was melting as her arousal peaked. "There are more pleasureable ways to serve, nymph. All it takes for me to make you feel better is the name", Lilith purred softly, her hand building the nyphs arousal, getting her to the brink, unwilling to let her come.
She spent a few hours there until the Nymph was nothing but a whimpering puddle of need. "Please, no more", she asked softly, sobbing. "The name, nymph. Tell me and this will end", Lilith said calmly.
"Gregorio", she sobbed after a few minutes.
Lilith made their eyes meet. "Good girl. Enjoy your reward and cum for me", she said, her fingers finally willing to give the nymph the release her body craved, not stopping until she had created several earthshattering orgasms for her captive.

"Use her sexually only and more gently now, ensuring she finds some pleasure. If she lied you will have total free reign but until then, we will use this prisoner as a pleasure slave grade A", she instructed the demons.

With a pop she appeared in her throne room, petitioners waiting. This could be a long day indeed, listening to problems and deciding with her absolute authority.
Lilith focused on dispersing judgement, sometimes even dealing out a punishment herself. She got so absorbed in her work that she did not notice the first couple of calls. She heard the third clearly, the voice of her little angel so deperate, calling her name.

"Adjourned", Lilith declared, vanishing and appearing before her captive.

"You called", she said, taking in the delicious picture of him in this state. The succubus had clearly done well.

"You have 5 minutes to beg me prettily and compellingly enough, otherwise I will leave you to this for another couple of hours before I return", Lilith laughed evilly, her black eyes flashing. She would accept nothing less than desperate grovelling.

"Make me want to feel your little lips on my cunt, little angel", she added.