Captured & Fallen ((LitShark & BlondeAmbition4RP))

[LitShark]

Where Angels Fear to Tread ((LitShark & BlondeAmbition4RP))

“The road to Hell is paved with good intentions.”​

The truce had been honored for Millennia, simple but absolute terms respected by both sides, preserving the fragile but lasting peace between Heaven and Hell. The truce had many terms and conditions, but paramount among all was that of non-interference with matters on the mortal plain. Though the mortals would continue to pray, the truce decried that neither realm would interfere with the lives of human beings.

The violation was subtle, most minions of hell scarcely even noticed such a small ripple in the trans-dimensional fabric as an angel ventured into the world of men to save the life of an innocent child.

Even an act of kind charity can be a mortal sin, when Ethereals intervene in the lives of mortals.

Most of the demons and minions of hell didn’t even notice, the indiscretion—so small, it was in the grand scope of sin on Earth. But the demon known to mortals as Bellios noticed, as he was often tasked with the thankless duty of ferrying unbaptized babies to hell, and the small miracle that the angel performed snatched a young soul from the grasp of hell—a clear violation of the terms of the truce.

Had a more powerful demon noticed the crime, the hordes of hell may have flooded into the realms of men by the hundreds of thousands, eager to conquer as they’d been waiting to for so long. Bellios had no such aspirations or taste for conquest—he wanted only what he was owed, a soul to bend to his will.

Bellios affected his human form as he utilized the disturbance in the cosmic fabric that separated Heaven, Hell and Earth, utilizing the tear that the Ethereal had left when she crossed the plane to intervene on the mortal’s behalf. The narrow tear in the space-time fabric let him out in the same place as she had crossed, just outside the hospital.

Rather than pursue the Ethereal inside, the demon resolved to wait for her outside. It would be too easy to let her slip by him inside the busy hospital, with its multiple floors. Bellios lit a cigarette and waited by the door, watching every individual who walked out of the hospital, waiting for her, the Ethereal to try and slip back into her realm unnoticed. He intended to stop her.

In his own way, he too was violating the terms of the truce, and if his superiors knew that he kept an indiscretion like this from them, he’d have dire consequences of his own to face, but he was not afraid—only determined. If he could recruit an Ethereal into hell’s service, the balance of power might shift in their favor forever. At the very least, better terms for the truce could be negotiated.

Bellios was beginning to worry that he wouldn’t know the Ethereal from the other mortals milling in and out of the hospital, but all those worries fled his mind in an instant when he laid eyes on her. She was in her own human skin, but she possessed a beauty and radiance that was impossibly rare among humans. He knew her as an angel at once and didn’t hesitate to pounce.

Bellios flicked his cigarette and closed the distance between them, placing himself between her and the interdimensional rift. He grasped her by the throat, not choking her, but making certain that she understood that he would if she tried to escape.

“You have violated the truce between our realms, Ethereal, and now you must pay. You’ll come with me willingly, otherwise I’ll let it be known that you’ve broken the truce and the legions of hell will bring unfathomable suffering into this world.”

 

[BlondeAmbition4RP]

Elise had told herself that it was such a small and minute violation of the truce that there was no possibility of anyone noticing it on either side. She herself was no angel of great importance, no one that would cause a great shift when she entered into the mortal realm. At one point in time before the truce she had been one of the countless soldiers of Heaven's armies, but no one of any great title or rank. Now she was simply a member of the Heavenly choir, sometimes also being tasked with the job of sending feelings of comfort and peace to believers when they prayed.

She was never to actually intervene in the mortals' circumstances of course though since this would be in direct violation of the truce that kept the universe in such a delicate state of balance... but the prayers of the dying newborn's mother had been so earnest and grief-stricken, and since the babe had only just been born and not yet been baptized Elise knew that without some sort of intervention the child's soul would be fated to an eternity in Hell. She decided it was worth the risk. After all, surely the tiny miracle that would be needed to save the infant's life would go unnoticed...

But she would have no such luck.

It seemed to have worked well enough at first. Concealed in her mortal form and her heavenly robes disguised as common nursing scrubs instead, she slipped through the small tear she had made in the trans-dimensional fabric to reach the mortal realm and made her way into the hospital. There was no crack of Heavenly thunder to stop her, no demon hoard unleashed. Everything seemed to be as she had expected. After quickly completing her task without notice from any of the hospital workers she made her way back outside and towards the tear to make her exit, a small smile of satisfaction upon her face... which instantly disappeared as a man moved into her way, his hand coming around her throat before she was able to stop him.

“You have violated the truce between our realms, Ethereal, and now you must pay.

Recognizing him as a demon despite his current mortal skin a righteous anger instantly filled her, making a spark of white light shine within her pale green eyes for a moment as they narrowed upon him.

You’ll come with me willingly, otherwise I’ll let it be known that you’ve broken the truce and the legions of hell will bring unfathomable suffering into this world.”

The light faded just as quickly as it had began, a look of fear quickly replacing it in response to his words. Her eyes glanced past him to the people walking past, going about their daily lives. She could not let them pay for her mistake. She would not let herself be responsible for the upheaval of the truce and the ruin of this world. She turned her gaze to him once more.

"That won't be necessary Demon... I will go with you peaceably," she agreed with a glare.

 

[LitShark]

It was clear that the Ethereal was hoping that no one had noticed her transgression until his hand closed around her throat, the trap was sprung and she knew she was caught. He could see the rage behind her pale, green eyes but her hatred only made him more excited for his conquest. Howsoever reticently, the Ethereal agreed to come with him as his prisoner and a satisfied smile spread over his grotesque human visage. He would need to be cautious, bringing back a hostile Ethereal to the Nether Realm without alerting his superiors, but he wasn’t without ideas for…gentling her up a bit.

“My Demon name is Bellios, but you will call me Master. Referring to me as anything other than Master will earn you a consequence—I say consequence, because punishment sounds too coarse,” Bellios was instructing the Ethereal as he stepped backward through the trans-dimensional rupture, keeping his hand gently, but firmly still around her throat, his fingertips resting on the mortal pulses on either side of her neck, “you can also earn rewards by pleasing me—come quickly.”

The transition into the Nether Realm was swift, as Bellios knew it was the most vulnerable stage of this little conquest of his. The Mortal Realm, Ethereal Realm and Nether Realm all existed simultaneously and on top of one another, one false move and she could be back in her native realm with him as captive, he needed to be artful about the transition—and artful he was. Bellios shifted his warm grasp, from around her throat to a caress on the side of her face and the nape of her neck, his other hand found the small of her back and as he stepped back into the Nether Realm with one foot, he spun her around himself, straddling realms for a brief moment, like a dance move as he carried her into his native realm without incident.

When they came to a stop, her long, silken hair fluttered against the side of his face, the fragrance almost made him weak-kneed for a moment before locking eyes with her again. They were now in his domicile, a middling spire as far as the castles of Nether went, but huge compared to anything common in the mortal realms. Carved into a stalagmite of hardened magma, by tens of thousands of bleeding fingernails of damned souls. Along the floors and walls, red veins of still liquid magma pulsed throughout the spire, making it resemble a living, mortal thing. They had returned to his bedroom, the point of egress and now that he had returned, the portal sizzled and smoldered for a few seconds as it closed like a wound being cauterized.

The heat felt natural to Bellios, but he realized that the Ethereal’s brow was already showing tiny pinpricks of sweat near her scalp. Overhead, a chandelier made of severed mortal arms dipped in brass illuminated the wide, black and red room, each palm cradling a bundle of burning embers, arranged in a picturesque array.

“To avoid arousing suspicion, you will maintain your human form while in my care, as will I,” Bellios reluctantly released her face, passing his hand through the air to be certain that no semblance of the portal remained, “for your comfort. Now, we’ll need to get you dressed in something more… appropriate for your new life. Revert those pathetic, mortal rags to your proper robes, then I want you to strip them off. Slowly. And don’t you dare look away.”

For his part, once Bellios confirmed that the tear between realms was sealed once more, he gave a confident little shimmy of his shoulders and the mortal clothes he’d guised himself in burned away into a handful of ash flakes and a plume of black smoke. His natural vestments comprised of fitted, black slacks, made of the skin of a massive black mamba snake, a red shirt made from the silk of carnivorous worms that only spun red threads and a fitted jacket of black minotaur leather with a grey wolf-fur collar. The face of the once fearsome beast was halved, split open where his jacket hung open and its eyes replaced with smoldering amethysts. His silk shirt was unbuttoned nearly to his naval, revealing not only his physique, but also a titanium necklace in the shape of a pentagram with an inset goat’s head at the end of a black, metal chain.

“Go on, slave. Reveal yourself to me, or face the consequences.”

 

[BlondeAmbition4RP]

Elise had obviously never traveled to the Nether before, nor of course had she ever traveled between the realms with someone from there. It was a strange sensation to say the least. Strange too to her was the sudden shift of the demon's hold on her, his warm hand suddenly changing from its threatening position at her throat to instead caressing her face and neck while the other landed at the small of her back as he spun her through the portal, disorienting her... so much so that when they arrived in the Nether Realm and his eyes locked with hers once more she did not immediately try to pull away, simply standing there and staring back at him for a brief moment in confusion before he released her so that he could finish sealing the tear.

She stepped back from him then and took in her surroundings. They appeared to have arrived in Bellios' bedroom, and despite the heat of the place she suddenly found herself having to suppress a shiver as she took in the grotesque details of the room. At his command that she should strip of her robes before him her head jerked back towards him once more in shock, watching as he himself returned to what she could only assume was his usual attire. She crinkled her nose at it in disgust. The thought of having some dead animal's carcass draped around her made her skin crawl, and she would rather be flogged then undress in front of him for his enjoyment.

“Go on, slave. Reveal yourself to me, or face the consequences.”

Blazing white light once again flashed angrily within her eyes at his words, her chin raising up a fraction as the mortal clothes she'd disguised herself in suddenly evanesced into a cloud like vapor and were replaced instead by long Grecian like robes that draped gracefully around her feminine figure. At first glance the silken cloth appeared to be merely white, but as the glow of the chandelier caught it fragments of light and other colors suddenly appeared, revealing that it was opalescent in nature. A pale blue silken chord wrapped beneath her bust and down around her torso and hips, fastening the garment to her and revealing the curved and feminine shape beneath the flowing cloth. She wore no jewelry or other adornment, but her long golden blonde waves fell loose, framing her radiant face and falling down to the middle of her back.

"I prefer to remain in these," she answered him defiantly.

 

[LitShark]

Bellios’ lips curled back as if they had suddenly become allergic to his teeth, he wasn’t used to captives of his spire defying his wishes, but he ought to have expected it. The snarl soon melted into a sneering grin, she wasn’t some damned soul who he could easily force into compliance, she was a being not of this realm and that was what made her special. Instead of raging or reacting viciously, as she might have expected him to, he simply stepped closer, moving his face closer to hers and gently looping two fingers from each hand under the cord around her hips, gently holding his body against hers.

“And who could blame you, beauty that you are? You look beyond radiant in these Ethereal robes, but you ought to remember where you are and how you came here—if a greater demon than myself happened to spot you, dressed like that, in this realm, I wouldn’t be able to shield you from the consequences of your actions. The Legions of Hell would know that an Ethereal had violated the truce and the great, ebony war-horns would sound. The ground would shake below the boots of the horde and the barrier would melt away like candle wax. Both the Ethereal and Mortal realms would be caught unaware and all of existence would bow before the armies of hell, like dry grass in the path of flames.”

Leaning closer as he spoke, Bellios continued to gently but persistently rock her body against his own by the lavish cords that bound her robes around her waist. When at last he’d finished, their lips just barely touched, grazing against each other for the faintest whisper of a second before he turned his head and moved his face to the nape of her neck, slowly and deliberately breathing in the fragrance of her skin.

“But I’ll not force you,” his whisper tickled against her throat, casting off a single golden lock that had settled there, “if you care nothing for the peace between our realms, you may stay clothed as you are, though I do often entertain demonic nobles… you might preserve the peace for a full day, maybe a day and a night if you excel at cowering in dark corners.”

At last, Bellios released the cord around her waist and pulled away slowly, but not before taking a lock of her long, golden hair between his index and middle fingers and letting it slowly spill from between them as he turned away. It wasn’t enough to break her and bend her to his will, she was special, he had to make her want it too.

“I’ve told you my demonic name, Ethereal. How are you known in your realm? Or would you prefer to be known only as ‘slave,’ or ‘whore’? I can’t very well call you Ethereal in public, what with the truce and all,” Bellios asked casually, with his back turned to his captive as he made his way over to the bar.

There came a high-pitched squeak as he uncorked an immaculate crystal decanter, passing the cork under his nose and pouring the rich, dark liquid into a pair of dark crystal glasses. It was a drink something like whiskey, it would affect their human bodies in a similar way, though its dark properties might react more strongly with the Ethereal’s white light. Perhaps she would be more intoxicated by it, perhaps she would be made more amorous by it.

Smiling, Bellios crossed back to his unwilling guest and handed her the glass.

“Remember, you were the one who violated the truce and redeemed a soul bound for hell. I’ve only worked to shield you from the consequences of your own actions, so you ought not to make such vicious eyes at me—it’d be a shame for everyone if you hurt my feelings and I decided that keeping your secret no longer suited my tastes,” Bellios held out the glass more insistently, pushing it toward his captive’s face, “there’s no reason we can’t get along, especially given how generous I’m being.”

Bellios raised his own glass.

“To love over war and making friends of old rivals,” he toasted before drinking, his fierce green eyes locked on the Ethereal’s face, watching to see if she would honor the toast, or earn a consequence.

 

[BlondeAmbition4RP]

His reaction to her defiance was not at all what she had expected of him.

As he'd moved closer to her she'd refused to let herself shy away from him and held her ground, even as he looped his fingers into the cord of her robes and held himself against her. She kept her eyes on his face, waiting for the snarl to return to his face...but it never did.

Instead his threats were more subdued, simply reminding her of the harm that could come should she remain in her own robes. All the while he kept himself close, distracting her with his small touches: his fingers ticking her hips as he played with the cord of her robes, the tingling sensation as his lips brushed briefly across hers, the smell of his own skin wafting up to her as he breathed hers in, the feel of his breath against her neck as he whispered into her ear. Having never spent much time in her mortal guise before, such sensations were completely foreign to her.

Finally he walked away from her and she found herself releasing a small breath that she hadn't realized she'd been holding in before fixing him with a glare for having taken such liberties. She watched as he moved over to the bar in the room and poured two glasses of some kind of liquid that she did not recognize, reaching out to try and hand her one of the glasses upon his return.

Her gaze on him sharpened in response to his words when he spoke again, not believing for a moment that his motives had been as pure. Though the thinly veiled threat in his words did not go unnoticed either and at his insistence she took the glass that he offered, frowning at his choice of a toast.

"Do all demons enjoy hearing the sound of their own voice as much as you seem to?" she asked him as she took a drink, her nose crinkling slightly at the taste.

It wasn't an unpleasant flavor per say, though it did seem a great deal stronger than the Heavenly wine she was used to partaking in...always in moderation of course. Drunkenness obviously was not permitted in her realm.

"My name is Elise," she offered to him finally before reluctantly adding, "And if I must change from my robes in order to avoid being discovered and to maintain the peace between the realms then I shall, though I see no need for you to watch me as I do so..."

 

[LitShark]

Bellios scarcely had a chance to savor the deep, rich molasses notes on the vintage whiskey before the Ethereal, who introduced herself as Elise, taunted him again with her question regarding other demons. The flash of rage passed through him unseen on the outside, he was very conscious that she was attempting to vex him, to make him lash out and confirm everything she’d been told about his race—but Bellios was a charmer, a seducer.

“No, most demons don’t speak much at all, Elise,” Bellios smiled, uncorking his decanter again and filling up her glass and then his own, “most demons are more prone to tearing flesh and devouring the soft bits of flesh that are housed within the skull. I once watched an imp suck a damned-man’s eye right out of his face while he still lived, just because the imp didn’t like the look that the damned-man gave her. No, most demons do not speak as much or as eloquently as I do, but I assure you, as tedious as you may find my words, you’d enjoy your time with those sort of demons much less than you’re enjoying our little cocktail hour.”

This glass Bellios drank quickly, not waiting for Elise to join or making a toast, the only indication that her prodding was wearing his patience thin. He set his glass aside on the same tray as the decanter, the huge outline of his cock visible behind the reflective, black scales of his tight pants, swelling down his right inner thigh.

“It’s me who’s found you and I wish to keep you—as you are if I have a choice in the matter, specifically because I’m not like most demons, I’m more interested in appreciating your flesh than I am in tearing it forcefully off of your bones, but if you continue to vex and disobey me, I’m sure that you’ll have the chance to meet one of those sort of demons,” Bellios’ tone was lower now, more resonant and his pores began to expel a slightly different, more aggressive fragrance coming off of him, like cinnamon and toasted sandalwood, “if that’s what you want, Elise. It would be a waste though. Down here we try to make the most of what we have, the Great and Mighty was once like you—only more glorious, before God became jealous and cast him out, severing the two realms into three.”

This time, when Bellios’ fingers found the cord around her waist, he quickly isolated the knot and unbound the purple rope around her waist completely, letting it fall around her hips and begin unraveling itself from her body.

“It is necessary that I watch because I wish it and it will please me. The only thing staving off the great Reunification is my pleasure. It pleases me to have you here, it pleases me to keep you a secret from my own kind, it pleases me to keep your mortal coil in one piece and keep the realms divided and at peace—but!” at this, Bellios raised his voice, the red veins of molten rock around the room glowed brighter behind the black, igneous glass walls and pillars, the ambient temperature rose about twenty degrees in one second, “if you continue to displease me, I’ll send you to the Dark Overlords, the warhorns will ring and so minute will be the contribution of your lifeblood to the ocean of free-running blood from the slaughter that it will not be noticed by either side. Now show your body to me and do not make me ask again.”

 

[BlondeAmbition4RP]

Elise watched as Bellios refilled her glass and his own. She wanted to shove the glass back at him and refuse it, but his talk of the dining habits of other demons kept her from doing so. Admittedly his talk was unnerving for her though she refused to let it show on the outside, her expression remaining calm as she watched him return his empty glass to the tray by the decanter, though her eyebrows did raise a bit in surprise as she noticed the obvious and unmistakable bulge of his large cock showing from beneath the pants he wore. She quickly lifted her soft green eyes to focus back on his face, careful to keep her gaze from drifting below his waist again.

As he continued to talk she gradually became aware of a shift in his voice, the rich sound of it seeming to draw her in to him and beckon to her, as did the pleasant aroma that drifted over to her from him now. Both of them paired with the effects of the alcohol now entering her system and caused her body to feel strangely flushed and warm, her mind slightly fuzzy. So distracted she was by it that she didn't even catch his comment on the original cause to the severing of the realms or she surely would have interrupted to correct him on it, the story being told quite differently in her realm. Neither did she notice when he began to undo the knot holding the cord about her in place, only realizing what he had done as the rope began to fall from around her and her robes loosened.

Gasping in outrage, she quickly wrapped her free arm across herself to hold her robes and what remained of the cord in place as she narrowed her eyes at him angrily, though the anger in her jade-like orbs quickly shifted to surprise and fear as he raised his voice at her and she saw and felt the impact that his displeasure had on the spire around them as he reminded her once more of the terror to the mortal realm and her own that her disobedience would cause should she refuse his command.

"If you insist then," she replied, trying but not quite being able to suppress the shiver that ran down her spine as she moved over to the tray where the decanter and his own empty glass were already sitting.

Lifting her glass she downed the contents quickly as he had, though unlike him she could not help but crinkle her nose at the strong taste again and coughed slightly as she set her glass down next to his own upon the tray. Then turning to him she slid the purple cord from around her body and dropped it to the floor beside her before reaching up and pushing the fabric of her robes down over her creamy shoulders. Remembering his command from before she kept her eyes trained on his as the shimmering fabric slid down her body and billowed into a silky heap around her feet.

Her long hair provided some coverage, but otherwise her body was completely exposed to him now. Her skin was fair and radiant in its perfection, flawless as one would expect a Heavenly creature to be. Her height was about the same as the average mortal woman and she had a classically feminine hourglass shape to her frame with full and perky breasts with pink rosebud like nipples up top, a smaller waist curving in at the middle, and then flaring out to a softly rounded bottom and hips with a small patch of soft golden curls peaking out from between her milky thighs.

She did not shy away from him, did not let her hate filled gaze break away from his as she stood before him, not wanting give him the satisfaction of thinking that he had shamed her in any way.

 

[LitShark]

Bellios smiled and ran his tongue languidly over his lips as his piercing green eyes roved greedily over Elise’s exposed body. He didn’t ask when he reached over, using the backs of his hands to gently brush the golden curtains of her hair back over her shoulders so that no part of her body was hidden from his view. He didn’t touch her in any sexual way, more like a collector styling and appreciating his latest addition to a prized collection. His smooth palms gently embraced her shoulders and slid down her slender but strong upper arms.

When his hands reached her elbows Bellios let his fingers trickle like raindrops to her tapered waist and down to her hips. As his hands continued lower, his thumbs sweeping inward to her thighs, once he was a respectable distance from her sex, he knelt in front of her, memorizing her shape with his hands.

“Thirty-six…” Bellios was mumbling as his hands moved over Elise’s silken flesh, “twenty-five.. thirty-five. A perfect hour glass. I’ve got a few things that should fit you.”

When he returned to his feet, Bellios’ eyes were glued for a moment to Elise’s bust, not yet ready to measure her gorgeous breasts with his hands but taking full advantage of his right to stare at them. Her nipples were a perfect pink color and just the right size for kissing and sucking on.

“Naturally, probably a D, but I’ll put you in a C-cup for some extra lift,” Bellios nodded confidently, delivering one last command before he got to work restyling Elise to his personal tastes, “don’t move and don’t cover up.”

Bellios gathered the bundle of iridescent, ethereal fabric that she’d shed from her body, draping the silken cord around his neck before leaving her presence and going over to the wall beside his massive, four-post-bed. With a wave of his hand, the black igneous rock and lava glass glowed red and molten for a moment as it peeled back from a solid black wardrobe like an opening wound. This wardrobe held Bellios’ private wardrobe, things that were taboo or coveted in his realm that he didn’t want to risk being stolen by greater demons.

The ethereal robes were placed in a drawer, as well as the cord which bound them—it wouldn’t be good for a higher demon to find him in possession of ethereal clothing—too many questions that he didn’t want to answer.

Perhaps there were other ways to disguise an angel among demons, but Bellios was fond of his own methods. He would disguise her as a sex slave, which would explain not only her innocent beauty—but also his desire not to see her body marred through abuse. He wanted to capitalize on her beauty and innocence in a way that made her seem less innocent—that her innocence was a façade to boost his arousal and not evidence of an infiltration.

Bellios returned moments later with hangers and garments in his arm as the wall melted and swallowed the dresser once more. He summoned a long, iron chain from the ceiling with a butcher’s hook on the end, but he only used the brutal-looking hook to hang clothes, despite the apparent dried blood on its surface.

“Here, start with this,” Bellios handed Elise a tall, strict looking posture collar lined with perfect white latex on the inside and outside, it had a pewter pentagram embedded in the center of the throat, “this collar is enchanted, it will mask your ethereal magic—your light, from other demons who are sensitive to the powers of other realms. I can help you with the buckles, but you must put it on willingly for the magic to take hold.”

After handing her the collar, Bellios reached past her head again, carefully gathering her long, blonde hair into a bundle in his surprisingly gentle grasp. With his chest so close to her face, she must have smelled his intense output of sex pheromones cut with a masculine musk and another clean smell that resembled expensive soap.

Once her hair was gathered, Bellios held it out of the way for her to place the collar around her neck. He’d only told her half of the truth about what the object did—though it was true that she had to put it on herself, she might describe its magic as a curse because in addition to masking her power it would reflect any attempts she made to use her powers back on her and translate as a supernatural increase in her sensitivity and libido. If, after she placed the collar around her neck, she tried to oppose him or others using her powers, she’d succeed in little more than working herself into a fit of sexual lust relative to the power she attempted to wield.

Bellios also left out the fact that while only she could put the collar around her neck, only he could remove it thereafter.

 

[BlondeAmbition4RP]

Elise did not move but glared at Bellios for the duration of his examination of her form, her hands balling into fists at her sides as they itched to slap his own away from her skin. As they continued to slide across her sensitive flesh she found that she was beginning to feel... strange. Perhaps she indeed should have refused the second cup of alcohol that he had forced upon her. Her body, already feeling warmer than usual due to the increased temperature in this realm, began to feel even more flushed. At the same time she began to feel a foggy sensation settling in over her mind. As he turned and revealed his hidden wardrobe and carried her former robes within it she shook her head slightly, attempting to clear it before he reemerged.

She had no such luck however, the odd sensation still in place as he returned and hung the clothing items that he had gathered for her to try upon the dangerous looking hook that he had summoned from the ceiling. She took the strange collar from him as he handed it out to her, looking it over carefully as she listened to his explanation of its purpose. As she held the item in her hand she could feel the magic held within it, though with her own senses dulled from the drink she was unable to sense the full extent of it's power and so believed she was simply sensing the abilities that he'd told her of.

He gathered her hair back for her so that she'd be able to put the item on, having to move in close to her as he did and his delicious scent washed over her, drawing her in with its tempting aroma. Unconsciously she began to lean forward ever so slightly towards it before suddenly realizing herself and straightening again.

She glanced down at the collar again. It looked restrictive, but she supposed it would be worth it if it meant that she didn't not have to worry about other demons sensing her light. After only a moments more hesitation she brought the collar up and around her neck, her fingers fumbling with the buckles slightly as she attempted to fasten them.

 

[LitShark]

Once Elise had put the collar around her delicate, slender throat, Bellios draped her long, golden hair over one wrist to let his hands help him manage the buckles, fastening them into place, securing the collar around her—and just like that, she was bound to him. It was almost unsatisfying it was so easy, but only almost unsatisfying. With her hair already gathered, Bellios used a skinny piece of leather to tie up her long hair in a long ponytail.

“Gorgeous,” Bellios sighed, his breath smelling of cinnamon and honey as he leaned back to admire his handiwork, fingertips trailing over the edges of the collar, “now you belong to me, Elise. I hope you’re as pleased as I am. I’m afraid that’s enough dress-up for now, though—since anything else would be counter-productive. I’ve been patient, but now I’d like a taste of what I’ve acquired in this deal. I’m not going to rape you or force you in any way, Elise. I expect you to be grateful since I sacrificed loyalty to my own realm for the privilege of your company.”

Bellios’ hands crept onto Elise’s chest, his fingertips gently tracing the outline of her collarbones while the heels of his hands gently crept onto the plush swelling of her breasts. His fingertips trickled down her body like rain, gently caressing, thumb passing over erect nipples, the smell of linen and ambergris.

“You can enjoy it, you know? No one here will judge you, not like where you come from,” Bellios whispered, his voice seductive and sonorous near her earlobe, “you can leave that guilt behind. Let yourself be free, feel this pleasure…”

His right hand trickled down the center of her athletic stomach like a single bead of sweat, teasing past her naval and sliding between her legs until his middle finger perched ever so gently on her clit and began slowly rubbing, coaxing the raw nerve out of hiding while his other hand cupped and caressed her breast, still teasing her nipple with this thumb.

“Feel it…” Bellios’ words were almost hypnotic, the collar made her more susceptible to his demonic influence, she was barely more powerful than a mortal-born, “pleasure…”

Bellios’ lips dragged laterally along the nape of Elise’s neck, then his teeth, dragging, kissing, nibbling—his finger between her legs moving faster and joined by a companion. Suddenly his lips were upon hers, his kiss was fire and he tasted like a chili pepper. He released her breast to grasp the base of her skull from the back as his tongue mimicked the motions of his finger.

 

[BlondeAmbition4RP]

Even with her mind foggy Elise bristled at Bellios' announcement that she would remain naked so that he could have a 'taste' of her. Her eyes narrowed upon him slightly in response but she made no vocal protest at first, remembering his warning before of what would befall not only herself but the mortal and Ethereal realms as well should she displease him.

Before she realized it his hands were upon her, the feel of his fingertips upon her collarbone causing a strange tingling sensation where they traced. Then all at once they were moving lower, his thumbs teasing her nipples as his voice whispered seductively in her ear and added to the haze within her mind.

One of his hands traveled even lower, moving down to the juncture of her thighs. She opened her mouth finally to protest, but all that came out was a gasp of surprise and unexpected pleasure as he began to rub her clit while cupping and caressing her breast at the same time. She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly again, once more trying to clear it, but then his voice washed over her, drawing her back in.

"Feel it... pleasure...

Her head was in a spin as lips and then his teeth traveled along the nape of her neck. When his finger began to move faster and then he added a second she was horrified to hear a soft whimper of arrousal escape unbidden from her lips. Then his mouth was upon hers.

The kiss was heady, fiery, and delicious, but it was also jarring; jolting her out of her trance enough for her to become more aware of herself again. She turned her head to break their kiss.

"No," she breathed, barely getting the word out as she tried to pull back from him.

In her panic she acted upon impulse, one of her hands moving to his chest and attempting to use a surge of her own white energy to force him off of her. Instead she was surprised to find a force of a different kind surging through her instead. She moaned as a need that she had never experienced before suddenly filled her, hitting her with such force that it caused her legs to go weak and she slumped forward against him.

"What... what have you done?!" she accused him, her voice thick with desire as she clung tightly to his shoulders to keep herself from falling.

 

[LitShark]

It was nearly imperceptible, impossible for Elise herself to see, but deep within the small, pewter goat’s head pentagram inlaid into the collar that kept her neck restrained and upright, the goat’s eyes glowed red as the talisman absorbed and redirected her holy magic, sinking it back into her own mortal coil in which she was now ensnared. Her moan rang in his ears like ice water running down the tongue of a damned-man—it was like music, angelic music. She fell into his arms and demanded answers, but Bellios had questions of his own.

“An attack? You tried to harm me—after everything I’m doing to protect you. Ingrate!” Bellios chided, taking advantage of her leaning on him to sweep her across the floor, toward the bed, holding her like they were slow dancing, despite his harsh tone, “do you know what would have happened if you’d discharged a Holy spell in here? We demons have a sensitivity to Holy magic, as I’m sure you’re aware. The full might of the Legion would have descended, the imps would swarm in here like a flood. The Elders would snap the top three stories off of my spire and suck you out of here like an oyster on half-shell. They’d have the minotaurs fuck you in half, you stupid girl. Be glad I took measures to protect you from yourself!”

When he had her with her back to the bed, by way of punishment, Bellios seized her left nipple between the knuckles of his index and middle fingers, pinching it tightly before slapping his forearm hard, knocking his hand away and letting the sensation flood back suddenly. The pain alone was enough to knock her back onto the satin sheets of his wide waterbed that recoiled and ebbed back as she landed in the center, thought he motion itself seemed slow, as if it was filled with something slightly thicker than water.

“I’ve gone out of my way to shield you from the consequences of your own thoughtlessness and you try to attack me. Even after claiming you, I’ve handled you so gently, so patiently with your comfort foremost on my mind and you reach out to betray me like this?” in a flash, Bellios thrashed his silken shirt off of his broad, muscular shoulders, “obviously the carrot holds no sway over you, ethereal. You’ve been spoiled by the excess of your life in your realm, so it falls to me to show you tough love, now. It must be the stick that makes you obey, punishment. A consequence.”

Bellios’ eyes grew wide for a moment, looking almost mad with rage as he reached down and wrapped his large hand around Elise’s slender throat, held in place and helpless by the thick, rigid leather of her tall collar, not choking her, but holding her down on the bed while his other hand reached between her legs to gently stroke at her rapidly swelling clit. Gently coaxing back the hood, grinding the swirls of his fingerprint over the exposed, raw bundle of nerves.

“But I’m not so immune to your charms that I’d dare harm this gorgeous, little, mortal coil you’ve become entangled in,” Bellios’ right hand began moving downward, his index finger passing over the talisman and down to the edge of the collar between her collarbones, “so, we’ll use an older technique to teach you to obey.”

As his hands continued to tease and explore her exposed body, the floor behind him began to ripple and seethe, responding to his wishes as it slowly unearthed a haggard looking older woman, late fifties perhaps. Her hair was stringy and matted, he skin filthy and leathered, as if she’d been homeless for a long time, or perhaps just serving time in hell for over a week. Regardless of how she came to look so unsightly, she was clearly terrified and completely nude, trying to cover her body as she looked around, as disoriented as she was afraid. Once the floor was done with its unearthing, Bellios abandoned her body suddenly and without warning. As he approached the far wall, the wall cascaded away in black sand grains at his approach to reveal a shelf of various floggers, paddles, crops and canes.

After some pondering, Bellios took a slender, wooden cane from the shelf, letting the wall reabsorb everything else as he turned back toward the center of the room. He cut the air dramatically, eliciting a shrill cry from the old woman who could see what was coming next.

“In the middle ages, what we down here call ‘the good old days,’ nobles would have commoners to be punished for the actions of noble children. They were known as ‘whipping boys’ or girls, as the case may be,” taking a natural pause, Bellios brought the cane down across the old woman’s back with a vicious swish and evil crack, “it didn’t work so well for most of the nobles, but I have a hunch you might get the message.”

Another swish and a crack, the old woman screamed, beads of blood bubbling out from her back where the crimson marks on her back overlapped.

 

[BlondeAmbition4RP]

Elise looked up at Bellios with wide eyes as he reprimanded her for trying to use her holy power against him, listening in shock at all that he claimed would happen just by her using even a little of that force against him as he swept her over to the bed. Whether it was completely true or not she had no time to think on as he suddenly pinched her nipple and then knocked his hand aside, causing her to fall back upon the bed with a startled cry at the assault to her already heightened nerves.

Then he was removing his shirt and looming over her, one hand holding her down by her throat while the other reached down between her legs and beginning to rub her clit again. His touch was gentle as he rubbed at the swelling nub, but with the effects of the collar still running rampant within her body each touch was almost torturous in the pleasure that it brought her, causing her to have to bite hard upon her bottom lip in order to muffle another moan that threatened to escape as his hands continued to tease and explore her and made the pressure building within her core increase further and further until she thought she might burst!

Suddenly though his hands were gone, abandoning her completely and thus creating a new kind of torture as her body was left throbbing and unfulfilled upon the bed as she watched him move over to the old woman that had been unearthed from the floor of the bedroom. He walked past her, moving to the wall instead and choosing a cane from it. When he slashed it through the air she found herself jumping in response to the old woman's cry, then again as he brought the cane down across the old woman's back.

Her eyes went wide and she flinched again as he brought the cane down a second time, the loud crack and the sound of the old woman's scream chilling her to the bone. At the sight of the blood welling up upon the woman's back her own stomach clenched with guilt, knowing that Bellios was harming the poor soul in her stead.

"Stop! Please stop!" she begged, struggling up to a sitting position upon the rocking motions of the bed and crawling over to the edge closest to him to look at him with wide pleading eyes, "Leave her be, please. I promise I won't try to use my power against you again!"

 

[LitShark]

“Not good enough!” Bellios shouted, the veins in the wall seething red with his raised voice, the temperature in the bedroom rising another five or so degrees as he brought the cane down across the kneeling woman’s shoulders, “I’ve done nothing but try to protect you from yourself and you have the audacity to do something like that? You’d better start promising more than not trying that again, you better start showing me some reason for sheltering you the way I am, otherwise I’ll take more pleasure in watching the Elder Demons shatter your mind.”

Another wicked swish and pointed smack, this time across the small of the old woman’s back. She arched into the pain, mouth open wide to reveal that inside her mouth her tongue had been long-since cut out and stitched closed with what looked to be twine string. She gave what ought to have been a scream, but it was more of a high-pitched, breathy wheeze as she’d screamed her vocal chords to shreds some decades ago—or had they been seconds, time was a funny thing in hell, more like a long row of curtains than a steady river.

“I want you to entice me, now. I want you to play with yourself, make a spectacle of yourself and bring yourself to climax,” Bellios was pointing to the bed with the long cane, faint ruddy streaks running along its length, “I can do this for eons if you force me to, so you’d better try to make me happy.”

His rage smelled like star anise and roasted cardamom pods. The heat in the room was enough that even shirtless, as he was, Bellios’ human torso was pinpricked with thin beads of sweat. As he lowered the cane at last, the first rivulet of several beads joining to trickle down the rocky road of his muscular side.

“When I saw you, I wanted you—your human form, I guess it is. I felt a carnal urge toward you and it led me to protect you. Nurture that urge in me, lest I rethink the nature of our arrangement altogether.”

 

[BlondeAmbition4RP]

“Not good enough!”

Elise winced at Bellios' shout and the sudden increase in temperature within the room accompanying his rage then flinched again as he sent the cane down hard upon the old woman. She watched onward in horror, able to do nothing as he demanded that she show him a reason why he should not turn her over to higher powers and then cracked the cane hard upon the woman's back once more. Desperate to end the poor mortal's suffering she was just about to ask what she might do or say that would appease him when he suddenly spoke up again.

“I want you to entice me, now. I want you to play with yourself, make a spectacle of yourself and bring yourself to climax.”

She gasped softly, her eyes going wide at his demand. How could he expect such a thing of her?! She had never even touched herself in that way before, let alone brought herself to completion, and now he asked her to do so as he looked on and watched?! She hesitated, but then noted the faint marks of blood already beginning to show on the cane and heard his threat that he would only continue should she refuse. Not only that, but she knew that if he did indeed change his mind and turn her over to the Elders then it would not only mean the end of her but the rest of the Mortal and Ethereal realms as well.

He lowered the cane and she brought her gaze up to look at him again as he spoke.

“When I saw you, I wanted you—your human form, I guess it is. I felt a carnal urge toward you and it led me to protect you. Nurture that urge in me, lest I rethink the nature of our arrangement altogether.”

She took him in for a moment, noting the way in which the pinpricks of sweat upon his skin caught the light from the veins within the walls of the room and created a sheen upon him that only amplified the chiseled look of his muscular human form. She watched as a rivulet of sweat trickled down his side, making the muscles of her lower abdomen clench slightly in response. She could not deny that she currently felt some kind of carnal urge towards his form as well, though she told herself that this was simply due to the affects of the collar upon her as well as the unfamiliar liquid that he'd had her consume before. Still, regardless of the origins of such urges, it seemed that she would have no choice but to act upon them...

"Alright," she agreed softly with a small nod as she shifted upon the bed to kneel down and sit back upon her heels before him.

Slowly she slid one of her hands down over her lower stomach towards the still aching juncture between her thighs, her skin glistening and glimmering with sweat even more so than his due to the heat in the room since she was unaccustomed to it. She lowered her gaze in embarrassment as her hand reached its destination, finding herself still damp from his attentions before. A soft gasp was heard as she began to rub herself, slowly at first and then more quickly as her arousal grew, softly scenting the room with the smell of sandalwood and freshly blooming jasmine flowers.

 

[LitShark]

Bellios smiled, taking his time to turn back toward the bed, drawing in a long, eager inhale of the warm air, even as it was cooling back down. His rage was being replaced by smooth, oily satisfaction and the veins in the walls all but disappeared behind sparkling, black volcanic stone. He cut the air once more as he was turning, just to wrest one more good flinch out of whipping girl before he dropped his cane onto the ground beside the older woman and the ground swallowed them both in an instant like black quicksand, becoming stone again once the surface settled.

“That’s much better, you see, I knew we could find some common ground,” Bellios smiled, shrugging out of his shirt and unbuckling the pentagram belt buckle around his waist, “you like it, don’t you? Touching yourself. It feels good. It feels good, to feel good, doesn’t it? Do they let you touch yourself, where you come from? Or is it some awful taboo for angels to flick their beans.”

His arrogance smelled like freshly baked cinnamon buns, new car interior and cane rum, an illicit cocktail of overindulgence. Ever so gently, he climbed behind Elise on the bed, kneeling behind her and ever-so-delicately running the very tips of his fingers along her shoulders, from just under her earlobes, to the very points of her shoulders—then ceasing all-together from touching her.

“I want to hear you say that it feels good, and then I want you to ask for more,” Bellios whispered, his cinnamon breath warm against her neck, “show me you can be good and I won’t have to hurt the poor lady anymore.”

A gentle, teasing touch drifted from the nape of her neck on both sides, trickling down to her collarbones like rain water, following the lines of bone below skin. His caress wrapped around the underside of her collarbones, back to the center of her chest, where both fingers continued downward until her next inhale would place her large breasts firmly within the grasp of his warm, dry palms.

“I like you, Elise. I think I may keep you after all,” his thumbs passed gently over her areolas, verging in on the outstretched points of her nipples, “thank me, I’m being generous.”