Damnation and Vengeance.

[Annicka]

She'd embraced her previous lover with a fire and fury that seemed like a possession of her body, she couldn't match the demon's fury, but she rode it like the hounds of hell possessed her. That carnal, scaling fury of fucking and cocksucking, couldn't prepare her for this human's mouth and tongue. Her lover had played with her clit, fingered fucked her and tormented her, but never that.

Her demon never put his mouth to her cunt.


This bliss was exquisit in pure feeling and seemingly a boundless gift that was bestowed on the human race. It fueled her and purified. Never would she lament her lost lover.

Every thing he did with his mouth brought forth more wet. "Alexis....sooo good. Just lay back, my dirty little girl...." Oh if this were being a dirty girl, she was. Just ask any of the Chosen Seven.

His tongue was a dervish, devouring and avid. Drinking in her juice as it slid from her. The sight of him between his legs, sometimes to stare up at her before licking back down her pink folds. The feelings shivered and traveled where his mouth did, jangling nerve endings and leaving a trail of blistering heat.

Twining her fingers in his hair, more for an anchor than guidance, she open her legs further. Mute appeal to not stop this heavenly torture.

"I know what you need, you little whore. Oh yes....I'll take care of you...."
He did seem to know exactly what she needed.

There it is again, the dark curse and Alexis gushed at the finger that joinded his mouth, wrenching more feeling from her, inside and out. She stared with grand intensity into his ageless eyes with a lust that was unequaled by any her demon had aroused. I don't know how he does this, she marveled, their curse, had they known the pleasure it was bringing, they probably would have thought of something else.

The essense of her hunger painted the room in her stimulation, musky, exotic and sweet. Oh sweet heaven, she was going to explode.

"Cum for me, you lusty little bitch. You know you need to...."

Her hips thrust up against his mouth and finger as she pushed his face down into her cunt and started shaking and thrashing.

Her body convulsed from side to side and she lit the room with her cries, a spinning light that danced and sparkled with the same colors in her eyes. Torrent after torrent of her juice flowed against his hand. It was hard to believe he could stay against her clit with his mouth against the bucking of her hips, opposite his finger that was now caught and grasped within her pink and quivering hole.

Alexis lost any sense of time or place as she rode wave after wave of passion. It went on forever, oscillating vibrations that washed everything else away in bliss.

 

[dryfter]

Grant couldn't decide what was the most exciting factor of this moment. Everything she did was so visually and sensually stimulating. She was a drug, the very taste of her lingering on his tongue....just enough to leave him wanting more from her. All the while, she arched her sexy fuck goddess of a body against him....rolling her hips against him as if he'd been her lover for the last decade....not just the last day and a half....

And her moans....every time her mouth opened to emit another heart melting, dick hardening whimper or cry, he couldn't help but think of how just minutes ago she had been slavering all over his cock as if she couldn't get enough.....

"I can be a dirty fucking whore."

And how he had eaten it all up too.....every sultry gaze, every soft toss of her jet black hair designed to give her that naughty, slutty little tease look.

But she definately hadn't been a tease. She had gone all the way for him.....and as she was going to find out......he would do no less. Indeed, some part of him ached to drink of her essence....he couldn't wait for her to cum....

He certainly didn't have long to wait after his urging. Her fingers in his hair, he rode her wetly as she thrashed and moaned beneath him....his loins stirring painfully despite having been drained just minutes ago. And then Grant didn't have any time left to contemplate where this evening might be heading.....his beautiful visitor arching hard against him, her taut buttocks actually lifting off the bed as she ground herself hard against his face.....

He accepted all she had to offer him....doing his best to keep stimulation on her spasming pussy even as he drank greedily....having no idea what consequences might occur. She was incredible.....never had he met anyone like her.....

Several shuddering moments later, and she sank back to the bed. His body ached for her.....her touch.....her body against his own.....his cock deep inside her spasming little fuck hole. If she didn't want it.....was too tired after what he'd done.....well then, he'd take her anyway. Hadn't she had more orgasms than he had? That made it fair....

Moving with dire intent and purpose, Grant rose between her legs even as she lay panting.....

*Knock, knock*

Cursing his luck, Grant was half tempted to ignore the caller and get back to what he really wanted. He'd not been idle while he licked his pretty little guest.

He'd found a way to keep her here.....hopefully forever. But it would have to wait.....if the knock at the door was who he suspected......they weren't going away.

 

[Annicka]

Down at last, she felt him move between her legs and opened her eyes to see his face. His eyes were half-closed with intent, pupils dilated, and his mouth was half-open with lust.

Her body started to answer, even if her mind hadn't had time to really hear the question until a couple of sharp raps sounded beyond the room.

A slight bit of annoyance crossed his features and the burning intent faded as he got up and pulled on a pair of jeans.

Her head still pulsed with the intensity of her orgasm, echoing the beat of a heart. She sat on the side of the bed and tried not to think of her situation any more than she had to. Sated for now, she slipped out and back into the bathroom. She drew a new bath and eased into in. As she sat she brought forth her wings, shabby, blistered and blackened as they were. The water felt good.

Alexis didn't want him to find her here so she cleaned and rinsed and hid her wings.

She poked around his bathroom, sniffing, as she toweled her hair to damp dry. Interesting. Freely availing herself of his toiletries, she wrapped herself in another towel and went back to his bedroom. The smell of their sex hung over the room, a poignant blanket attesting the surrender to her desires. His too, she reminded herself. But his were magnified by a factor she didn't know, by her body, scent and fluids. I wonder what it is to have a man love you and lust after you with just his being? Nothing devine? Or devilish. She smiled sadly. She had no earthly idea, really.

She found a pair of shorts with a string tie and a shirt and put them on, only pausing to bring the clothing to her face in a bunch to breathe in his scent. He intoxicated her. Her sex clenched while her nipples hardened and she fought it. They couldn't do it day in and out all day could they?

With a sad sigh, she dressed and waited. She didn't have a plan, a way to leave yet that made any kind of sense.

Besides, every minute with him, made her want to stay. Exploring and doing things until they howled with ecstasy and earth-shattering release.

 

[dryfter]

"Mr. Jonason? Grant Jonason?"

With a soft sigh, a nervous hand lowered to smoothen out some of the wrinkles in his shirt.

"Yeah, that's me. You know its me, so let's cut the shit, k? What can I do for you?"

Stepping aside courteously, his visitors entered the simple abode without any further ado. Grant could only wonder just how many more of them waited outside in the shadows of the dying sun.

Removing her cap with a smart briskness, Grant frowned at the rather lovely and petite redhead standing in front of him now. It was hard getting even this far in the conversation without at least imagining what she must look like beneath those stiff army greens. And yet, if he had even a thought of pursuing such fantasies.....fantasies that seemed to be coming to him with an alarming increase in frequency......the sight of the man behind and to the left of her quickly served to squelch most of them. A black mountain of muscle, Grant swallowed hard and tried his best to keep his eyes on something much more pleasing to the eye.....like Colonel Lasheigh.

"Colonel.....Sergeant.....I certainly didn't expect company this evening."

A soft smile played out across those full and pouty lips of hers. If only she knew what that smile reminded him of....and what still awaited for him in the back bedroom. That was.....before he heard the running water from the bathroom.....a sound that he was certain from the grin on this woman's face, that she had heard as well.

"I'm sorry if we disturbed your....company.....tonight, Grant. I'll be brief. Approximately twelve hours ago, a meteor crashed to earth not even three miles from your cabin. Military personnel was dispatched immediately upon being informed of the impact, of course. Yet when we arrived, we found nothing but a glass crater. Forgive me for saying this, but you're conveniently close to the event location. Army brass....and this includes myself....are under the assumption that you might be able to shed some light on what exactly struck down last night. Especially as our professionals tracked you from the crater back to here."

A coquettish hand on flaring hips, that annoying smile painted across her rather cute face again.....it only served to annoy him.....as well as tease his already straining cock as his fantasies and fancies shifted slightly.

Yeah...go ahead and smile bitch. I'm sure you'd be smiling even wider if you'd been tasting what I'd been just a few minutes ago.

"Look....let's cut the crap, k? Yes, I saw the meteor....yes, I went to investigate....no, I didn't find anything. And since you're obviously both here to search my humble little cabin, why don't you get to it and stop wasting both our time with this pitiful teasing, k? If you want my cock, Colonel.....all you have to do is ask."

For a second, both of them looked stunned at what had just come out of this man's mouth. The colonel's face flushed a bright scarlet, right up to her short cropped hair. Sure they had dealings before.....but never had he spoken to her like this!

"Shall I?," the giant mumbled.

"No sergeant. We'll forgive his impertinance this time."

Grant shrugged, stepping aside. He was pretty sure that like he had been, they would be looking for something material in wealth. But that hadn't been the case.....the true object of that meteor had been alive......and he certainly had taken it home with him.

As men poured into his house, turning everything upside down and inside out, Grant knew it was only a matter of time before they found Alexis. He only hoped that when they did, they would show a little more restraint than he had.....

While the thought of Alexis being ravaged by so many at once was becoming more and more pleasant by the second, along with a delightful mental picture of the Colonel herself moaning on his dirty girl's mouth.....Alexis doing her best to learn giving as good as she just got.....he still wanted her to himself for now, to claim as his own before any one else could come up with an excuse to claim her. Then she really would be lost forever.....

They were just thoughts.....whispers of a new and darker corner of his mind. And yet in time....if he ever had the chance.....

Someday they just might become reality.

 

[Annicka]

No sooner had she sat to think of her situation in a more reasoned frame of mind, when the door burst open and a black man in green filled the doorway.

She hadn’t been paying attention, not even pausing when she’d heard Grant talking to someone from the other room. The sudden appearance of the army man made her jump up and flail back, Grant’s shirt billowed open.

Her eyes opened in shock, and for a moment she was quite sure her old lover was reborn, incarnated in the man in green. His size and arrogant bearing were the same and the way his eyes were alert and scanned the room, taking it all in at once. The rumpled bed, her attire. She saw his nostrils flare at the sex still present, no doubt in the air and in the sheets.

With a barely audible keen, she backed away from him, her body filled with awesome dread. Her body was bleached white, save two spots of hectic red on her cheeks.

“Grant...” she whispered, resisting with all her might, the pull of this man that looked at her with such lecherous intent.

His eyes burned over her flesh, and she watched with fascinated apprehension as his penis filled, to bulge down the leg of his trousers.

Did the ones that dropped her here plan this? To torment and damn her further? She couldn’t look away from him, nor could she stop the reaction her body had to him. On some primal level, indeed some other if angels did not possess that particular awareness, she knew him, remembered his sweet torment. She grew wet even as her nipples hardened under his leering gaze.

A part of her wanted to submit to his lusts, have him tear into her with every force under the sun, to rub the insatiable itch of her never ending arousal. To feel his teeth gnash against her sex and breasts, before he howled with his dominance and conquering excitement.

The rest wanted nothing to do with the man. Nothing. He’d been her downfall as much as she. If she were to have any hope of having Grant care for her at all, she couldn’t rut with the first man that came her way.

He advanced into the room, eyeing her as he sensed her body’s desire. She needed to get away from him before his lust that was quite busy feeding off her aroused essence, overpowered his reason.

Alexis bolted, intending to dash around his hulking form. He caught her easily with a meaty fist tangling in her hair. She fought with a vengeance, and in her struggle her aura appeared, only as a small glow, but it shocked enough to open his hand and let her run to the door before he regained his senses.

“Grant!” she stepped on her aura, and hid it quickly, as she ran to get behind Grant, panting harshly.

As she slid around him, the big man a dozen steps behind, she took in the scene and sexual tension between the redhead and Grant. She sensed his arousal as sure as God was Light. Only when the woman’s eyes traveled from her face to her breasts with a smirk, did she draw the shirt around her, stepping away from Grant in confusion.

She didn’t know if he knew this woman or if his lust was because of her.

Either way it was a bad situation.

Alexis shook her head, confused. The green giant made to grab her again, but stopped. “She burned me.” His voice indignant and tinged with anger. She had not, but it was probably the best he could liken it to.

“I didn’t burn him, he grabbed me by the hair.” For a split second her eyes shone with faceted flecks of ethereal color, and she nearly struck him senseless. He backed off, the hard shape of his cock clearly outlined against his thigh. His hand nearly touched it before he got control and balled his fist against his outer thigh instead.

The tension in the room grew as the moment stretched out.

 

[dryfter]

"Yeah...I bet you got burned, alright. Just what do you think you're doing, Sergeant? We haven't come here to get a piece of what ever brothel trash Grant picked up this evening."

Though the words were harsh, they lacked any true conviction. Straight as an arrow herself, Colonel Lasheigh nevertheless found it very hard to keep her eyes off this woman....almost as if she exuded an air of excitement around her. Judging from the size of the bulge in her lesser officer's pants, it was more than apparent that the only thing that had gotten burned was a sudden and inexcusable advance.

And why the hell was she getting uncomfortable....down there? One thing was for certain....this was no ordinary whore. Long minutes passed as the four of them stared off, Grant's posture suddenly much more defensive now that he had that sensuous girl behind him.....almost as if he dared Captain Largent to make a move.....

The redheaded officer shifted uncomfortably....her own panties growing moist as her gaze swept them both. An image of what Grant....and even Captain Largent must look like beneath their clothes springing unbidden to mind.....and lastly.....a nude....prevocatively posing brunette girl......her....whatever her name was.

It seemed like forever before they were done, her men finally coming back to her after their thorough inspection. A simple shake of the head telling her everything she needed to know. Nothing was found. With an unsteady smile, the Colonel glanced back at them both, hopefully for the last time. She didn't know why, but somehow she felt her morals were being comprimised the longer she stayed around that strange woman......and threatened......never had she felt so inferior.....like she wasn't pretty enough.....sexy enough.....

Somebody back on base was going to get his brains fucked out tonight.....

"Sorry for the intrusion, Mr. Jonason. Standard military protocol, I'm sure you've heard of similar things happening before. Please accept my apologies, my men and I will be leaving shortly...."

She let her gaze drift back to the brunette....lingering perhaps just a little too long on the subtle curves she tried to hide beneath those clothes.....were those Grant's clothes? Swallowing hard suddenly, the redhead wondered if she'd even find pleasure tonight without the creepy image of this girl's body nude before her springing into mind. What the hell was wrong with her?!

"And I apologize for my Sergeant. His actions were inexcusable, and he will be reprimanded. I'm fully aware of what really happened. A full report will be issued regarding this Miss....?"

She just had to know. Partly for the report.....partly because.....well just because.

Finally, after long minutes.....they left the two lovebirds alone again. For the first time since accepting this post.....the Colonel felt jealous.....though for the life of her, she couldn't figure out which one she was jealous of.

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She had resisted him.

That lowly human must have had his hooks in her deeper than he had thought. It would have been a simple thing to just take her, rape her until her mind answered only to him.....a lovely little pet who's devotion would only elevate his status in Hell.

And yet, the bond wasn't complete. Demothraxus chuckled slightly, causing his "superior" to look at him with a stern scowl. How he'd wanted to rape her too for all these years they'd been together. But how could he without totally losing his cover? Humans were so fragile.....and he couldn't be certain of controlling such a valuable pawn without snapping her mind like a twig. Still....it made working with her harder.....especially now, with the gigantic boner Alexis had left him with.

Oh yes, he knew who she was. Just as he knew now that it was no meteor that had fallen in the desert....and that Grant had walked away with the true treasure after all. A treasure that was soooo wasted on a human.

But who was he kidding? Even if he had claimed her as his own, that pitiful reject of a human too stupid to having even done so correctly and fully on his own yet. When he had entered their bedroom, it had practically reeked of sex.....her body seemed fully flushed and aroused when he had come across her.....almost as if it invited his cock to ravage her in all her heavenly sin. Even if he had taken her and fled this worthless world, it would all be for naught. Fallen angels were the generals of his armies, the females bred day and night by Lucifer himself to bolster their ranks. He had no doubts that she would face the same fate should she ever find her way to Hell.

He had forgotten about the platoon. The men ransacking the house even as he looked at her. And yet he had been surprised when her beleaguered spirit rose against him....sparks burning his flesh without leaving a single mark. He had to let her go.....

If he had gotten to her first.....

And what the hell was that idiot Grant thinking? He had to have done enough to have at least formed a partial bond, but what kind of loser pulls out of an angel? His sperm would be needed to bind her lustful body to him, to chain her to his very soul. Demothraxus wondered momentarily if he could have broken the hold he had on her to bind her anew if he had actually succeeded. Such a pretty little thing.....and the rumors.....he could feel his cock tightening even further in the confines of his pants. How he wanted to releive this pressure on the redhead riding next to him....such sweet torture!

And yet.....perhaps there was a way to get at least some of what he wanted. It was going to be a loooong next couple of days. But at least by then....maybe that worthless loser would have claimed that which waited for him so loyally.

He knew the curse, had heard about it almost instantly, its existance causing the minions of Hell to buzz over it with both excitement and fury. Lucifer himself was incensed, feeling the loss of a potential concubine, and to a human no less. To him, the slight was personal.....she had been corrupted fairly after all.....she should have joined their side.

When she finally felt the chains of his lust bind her, she would be his. And from that moment forth, he didn't dare make another advance on her. Bound she would be.....to Grant.....anyone else could feel the full brunt of the power she had left to her. And that was more than enough to make a mid-level demon such as himself feel pain.

Her one weakness still lay in the flesh.....her insane desire to serve him.....keep him happy always.....as if he might one day leave her. She would do anything.....

Glancing over at the shapely woman at his side.....he hadn't missed how Grant had looked at her.....and how she herself had begun to succumb to the fallen's unchecked aura. It was said that the fallen never lost their tightness....like a virgin who's cherry never popped no matter how many times their cunts were assaulted. If all went well.....he'd be feeling the inside of her soon.....very soon.

And all he had to do was make Grant think it was his idea.

 

[Annicka]

The door closed behind the exodus of personnel and Alexis didn’t move for a couple moments. Frozen with Grant. This raw sexuality of the scene gnawed at her almost sickening, making her heart pound and her breath rasp with lungs that she couldn’t seem to fill.

Conflicted, but with fundamental need, she’d wanted to rip Grant’s clothes from her body and scream at them to take her and use her, fill her. The woman, the man, Grant, all of them.

She’d felt Grant’s lust as he looked at the woman, had felt it include her as she moved behind him. If she’d been more level headed, not ruled by her sex and horrendous need, she might have recognised the demon. But being cast out, an out-cast for all purposes and intent, she’d failed in the recognition that could have made a difference in the course of her curse.

They’d gone, leaving behind a lurid taste in the air.

Alexis felt her body grow more aroused, her slit wept into Grant’s shorts and her chest flushed with desire. If she belonged to him fully, would that not save her from the lusts? She’d be chained by her soul to Grant, the curse almost realized. She didn’t think of the rest of it now. Couldn’t think of it. Not of the child to be born of the union. A replacement for the One she’d lost.

Her eyes, shimmering with unshed tears burned into his with mute appeal.

The lust for the man in green, even if one were to combine it with the redheaded woman, couldn’t begin to scratch the surface of the lubricious need she felt for Grant.

“Grant...”

Without thought, she stepped into him. Wrapped her arms around him and pulled his mouth to hers before she slid down his chest to fumble with shaking hands at his pants, hastily donned when the visitors came calling.

 

[dryfter]

Silently, Grant watched the two of them leave.....trying not to overdo his staring as he watched the feminine sway of Corporal Lasheigh.

Ah, girl....hate to see you leave, but love to watch you go.

A sudden frown moved like a cloud across his face to replace the perverted leer.

When the hell did I start getting so twisted? I mean....I got a fucking GORGEOUS woman here with me right now....and I'm looking at other women?

He could feel himself straining against his slacks suddenly....that steamy mental image of the auburn-haired colonel moaning....arching.....his brunette vixen's mouth engulfing her pussy.....

He couldn't possibly have known the Captain's true nature....or of what exactly his presence had meant for Alexis. His frown deepened as her tale of being assaulted by the black brute sprung back to mind. Turning, he meant to ask her if she was ok....if he had hurt her in any way.....

“Grant...”

Instead his eyes widened....taking all of her in as she sauntered slowly towards him. Was this woman really this insatiable? He could tell what she was thinking of just by the sultry look in her eye......a seductive look of pure need that he doubted he would ever grow tired of.

Hungry arms encirled him then, his own responding in kind to crush her against him. Even through the thin fabric of their shirts, he could feel her nipples poking through....the tiny nubs always in motion as her chest heaved erratically. A soft motion between them as needy lips claimed him....Alexis almost falling all over herself to get stripped down before him. Through it all, he never released her....providing her with the steady column of balance that she needed to discard his shorts....

The sweet perfume of her arousal greeted him almost immediately. From then on in, he cared little about what she had planned. His little fuckslut needed a good boning again.....and she was going to get it without the fancy bullshit getting in the way. She'd already established herself as a talented cock sucker....Grant couldn't find the patience to go through that yet again.....his own need spiraling to match her own in mere seconds....

"On all fours....this time you're going to be my little bitch.....I think I'm going to enjoy making you whine and pant."

For some reason, he wasn't surprised when the hot brunette before him dropped almost instantly....going so far as to spread her legs wide for his inspection.....a plaintive whimper escaping her as a heavy hand cracked smartly across her pale ass cheeks.

"You like that? You know what you look like? A bitch in heat."

Another stinging blow to her rump left her soft skin with a gentle crimson blush. Reaching, Grant groped her sex roughly....a middle finger running the length of her misty slit before retreating to penetrate her deeply....

"Is this what you want? Tell me what it is you're looking for, all spread out and ready like that. Tell me, and if it amuses me, I just might give it to you."

And while he did.....his own plan just might reach fruition.....

 

[Annicka]

Whatever fueled the passion, the heat and lust joined and made her light-headed with need. Her vulva felt heavy and congested, goddammit, she ached for release.

His body seemed to lurch with his need, the timbre of his voice changed as he pushed away from her. "On all fours....this time you're going to be my little bitch.....I think I'm going to enjoy making you whine and pant."

She went down quickly, turning and presenting him with a view of her cunt and ass, almost whining with need of his possession.

That Grant slapped her ass fed some need in her, a need to be punished maybe, for her lusts, and she nearly lost her grip. You like that? You know what you look like? A bitch in heat." 'Oh my God', her mind jabbered, 'Oh, just fuck me...'

She groaned as he touched her, his finger sliding down her opening before thrusting inside. Seared her to the bone, that touch. Her cunt seemed to slam down on his finger, pulling him in to her tightness. "Is this what you want? Tell me what it is you're looking for, all spread out and ready like that. Tell me, and if it amuses me, I just might give it to you." She was far gone, too far to hear the spit and spite of his words.

Alexis squeezed her eyes shut and pushed back on his finger, so close to orgasm she surprised herself. He was acting like her demon, and God help her, it was nasty and base and fucking hot.

"Goddammit, fuck me," she howled, "Fuck me like you want... fuck me like a bitch... Just fuck me."

Nothing pretty or loving, just the basest dark need, the taker and the taken.

He wanted her. To fuck her until she screamed, use her silky mane of midnight hair to pull her into him. Mark her with his teeth if necessary. Take her and utterly possess her. Make her beg.

She read that in him, not perhaps as images, but the intent.

As he rammed his hard cock into her impossibly small cunt, she yowled out a fast and hard orgasm. He pulled out to plunge again, she quaked and shook, her body already trying to reach another plateau. She felt the sting of his palm against her ass again, and rocked back to meet his hips. “Yes, fuck me, ...fuck me, ...fuck me, ...fuck me...” she repeated over and over, wallowing in the salacious act.

Alexis being more than half his for eternity already, couldn’t deny him, even if she wanted to. A small stab of sorrow ran through her soul, what would she miss? A real loving relationship? Did she want that? Did she want her place back? He colored her thoughts, almost all of them, anyway. And as quickly as those thoughts surfaced, they were gone, squashed perhaps in her need.

 

[dryfter]

"Goddammit, fuck me. Fuck me like you want... fuck me like a bitch... Just fuck me."

It was all he could do to get his finger back, as tightly as she clung to the inquisitive digit. With a nasty grin, he reached for his cock.....so happy his new little pet had already saved him the trouble of undoing his pants. Alexis wanted it bad......and who was he to deny her?

He slammed into her with every inch of his lustpole....grinning despite the feelings that echoed through his own sensitive sex as the brunette came for him from penetration alone. And just as he was about to scold and tease her....her body tensed again.....his eyes widening slightly as he realized she was already close to another similar explosion.

“Yes, fuck me, ...fuck me, ...fuck me, ...fuck me...”

Strong, needy hands reached around her....grasping Alexis by the breasts roughly....mauling the supple mounds even as he hauled her backward to a more upright position....her weight remaining on the knees that still shook slightly beneath all of what he was doing to her.

Twisting her nipples harshly, he grinned as he cried out, leaning forward just at the exact second she arched against him. Dull human teeth tore at her, biting down hard on the soft skin of her neck's hollow...the bitter taste of iron filling his mouth as just a trickle of blood dribbled out to meet his hunger. Switchng sides almost instantly, she could feel his mouth claim her again on the other side as he suckled her neck hard....drawing her blood veins to the surface of her skin to leave an ugly red mark.....

All the while, he kept pounding her, his only surprise being that he'd lasted this long to begin with. With a hard shove, he threw her back down to the ground....leaning forward heavily to mash her petite breasts into the living room floor as he drove deeper than ever inside her hungry tunnel.

"Alexis!"

You shouldn't do this.

Grant could feel himself burning up, her fever finally affecting him.....the heat of her threatening to consume him.

It's not right.

Some small part of him tried reason....a small glimmer of sanity in the chaos of their sin.

She doesn't deserve this!

His balls were full and aching, the very point of their conjoining swollen to the point of pain....thobbing its lust deep inside the woman of his dreams.

Reaching forward even as his body pinned her tightly down, quirky fingers yanked her head backward by her hair viciously. He could see her looking at him from the outermost corner of her eyes as he leaned in towards her ear....noting absently the perfection even in that obscure appendage.

When he spoke, his words were husky....and full of promise....his eyes locked on her own as she strained to look at him.

"I'm going to cum in you, you naughty little whore. No way am I going to let you get off my cock this time. And I hope you're fucking fertile too....that way....that way....."

His eyes clenched shut. The moment of apex having reached him even sooner than he had thought. His breath rang harshly in the ear he still forced close to him, his plunging reaching a fevered pitch.....brutal in its intensity. With a last slam, his shout made her ears ring....

He erupted inside of her.....offering up his life to her.....coating her with his warmth. Jet after thick jet of sperm that she had driven him to plant in her flooded her being now with its virility.

"That way you won't leave me...."

 

[Annicka]

Was this fresh humiliation part of the curse?

Grant rivaled the demon with his talk. It was meant to debase and obviate her soul, until she was reduced to nothing more than an animal, to be used as the master saw fit. That she orgasms, and does again and again with this treatment is further testament of her foul nature. She hadn’t been fully corrupted by her demon, that would have likely occurred after the birth of their ...abomination. She felt herself slide closer to that corruption with each foul word and stab of his cock.

Her blasphemous mouth, spewed out her creator’s name, damning him. It hurt her soul, but she was unable to not say the words. They’d left her with a pile, a huge package of ready guilt to weigh on her, to crush her spirit, even in the throes of narcotic and vulgar fucking. Did it stop her from screaming with each orgasm? No.

His teeth, sinking into the tender flesh of her neck, were as a lion or other beast, dominating one of his pride. He mouthed and sucked and bit as a beast would, causing her to quake again with another orgiastic scream, low and ...biting.

Did she cringe from this Grant? A much more demanding and hurtful lover that he'd been only an hour or two before?

No, she was avid, greedy for his body, his fucking, even the teeth and the mauling.

Punishing herself even as she came in gloriously wicked abandon.

“Alexis!"

His cry was one of possessive, prurient lust, fraught with need. Almost a plea. He shoved her down, yanking her hair to make her look at him, insisting she look at the twisted, lust-shrouded mask of his face. His body ground her to the floor, demanding his own virile discharge.

"I'm going to cum in you, you naughty little whore. No way am I going to let you get off my cock this time. And I hope you're fucking fertile too....that way....that way....." His voice broke with his words as he laboured to his climax. Those words stuck her much as a physical blow.

The curse.

Did she ever doubt it? Did she think herself more strong in the scheme of things to be able to prevent it from full fruition? A part of her must have, why else would she feel such a ...sense of doom and futility as he readied for his release?

As though cued, she felt her own climax approaching, huge and more powerful than she would have thought possible.

He pulled her back sharply, painfully against him, with a cry that echoed into her battered soul. A shout of unbridled need that she answered. He held her tight against his chest, arching at an incredible angle, with the strength of many. Every muscle strained with the act as he came in huge blasting jets that scalded her insides as it began the relentless journey to her womb.

Each gout of semen was punctuated with a word harshly uttered against her ear “That... Way... You... Won’t... Leave... Me...” Her body took it all and followed his in release. She could have been carved in marble as she hit her peak and then shattered into pieces. She shook and came with a “haaaaaaa, haaaaaaaa” a deep keening prelude to the sobs that started even as she quaked. The irony of his words pierced her heart. She could leave him no more than she could make a star turn dark or make heaven shake, it was beyond her ability. He could do to her as he wished, she’d stay even as he beat her away.

Alexis cried with the guilt, the elation, the leper-ish disdain with which her compatriots viewed her. She cried for Grant, brought to her level by her. New lusts would no doubt follow, his soul tainted by a fallen one. She cried for the infant, she had no doubt she would carry. What kind of mother would she be? Unfit. A slut to her desires, driven by insatiable need. A need for Grant, and she'd never be sure of him, never know if he wanted her in return or just another cruel part of the curse.

A piteous wail left her lips, “God, forgive me......” A fervent prayer for mercy, if not for her, then Grant and the child.

Her head thrown back on him while her cunt still tried to draw even more from him, she cried.

It hit her then, he’d tasted her blood too. Her teachings hadn’t gone that far to know the ramifications of such an act, but it filled her with dread worry. She could pray it was not too terrible a thing. Couldn’t she?

She shut down, slumping forward, held by his grip. Her hair, still gathered in his fist, her marked neck for now, a fresh wound.

It would heal. Quickly.

More quickly than before.

 

[dryfter]

It was soul rending.

Even as he came down from the natural high that he had achieved through her, Alexis' body continued to tremble and shake. Sadly, at first, he'd thought it a reaction to his rough usage of her.....perhaps even the lingering tremors what what he at least thought was a powerful orgasm.

As he drew closer.....he realized she was crying. And the sight of it made him feel like a great big steaming pile of shit.

"I'm going to cum in you, you naughty little whore. No way am I going to let you get off my cock this time. And I hope you're fucking fertile too.

Where the hell had that come from? And what the fuck had he been thinking?! He hadn't been wearing a condom, and he'd just dumped an incredible amount of cum inside her. To top it all off, he told her he wanted her to get pregnant. Twisted....that's what it was.....twisted enough to make him sick.

His body trembled softly as he retreated from her.....fatigue sweeping over him in a rush.....just like his feeling of self-loathing. Three times in the last 2 hours wasn't so bad.....but this was strenuous, rough sex. He doubted he could take much more.

"Alexis....I'm sorry....."

He was an ingrate, callous and despicable....for taking advantage of her like this. Yes, she had come on strong to him.....but she hadn't deserved that. He'd even tried telling himself that while he had been balls deep inside of her.....but to no avail. Christ....what if she were pregnant now?

He didn't understand his own need.....his instincts coming purely from his sinful flesh......flesh that she made resonate with her very presence. Flesh that sought to complete the binding that the mind didn't even comprehend.....

Stumbling to his feet, he couldn't bear to watch her cry. He reeked of sex.....she at least had been clean before he had done....this....to her.

The door to the bathroom opened with a bang, never really closing as he made for the large tub. With any luck there might be some hot water left.....

Minutes later and the room filled with soft steam as soothingly heated water surrounded him. While it did nothing to ease his mind.....he could feel his aching muscles beginning to respond to the warmth.....

"Why? Why me, Alexis? Do you give your body to just anyone?....or is there more to you and me than that?"

His words were little more than a whisper....completely unaware and unseeing as he lounged in the soothing waters with eyes closed in contemplation.

"Why to you let me do these things to you......and.....why do you cry afterward if it hurts you so much? There's so much about you I just don't understand....."

 

[Annicka]

It had begun.

As soon as Alexis had recovered enough to look up, Grant was gone. She almost panicked at the thought of him leaving her here alone. Then she heard the bath. Her eyes closed in thankful prayer, ‘thank God he hasn’t left..’

Would it be fair to tell him? And if she did, would it make a difference? Would that draw him closer or repulse him? If he asked, she’d have to tell him, wouldn’t she? If she spoke of the reason she’d been cast out, her demon lover, would that disgust him?

If it killed her, she vowed, she’d try her best not to be seduced, and not seduce him. That she’s now fully joined unto him, she thought she’d be able to resist.

“God, what should I do?” The silence was answer enough. Forsaken. Marked. Denied.

Pulling herself upright, she look for something to cover her treacherous body. Unwilling to seek him out naked. She found his shorts and smelled the scent of her lust in the still damp fabric. Loathe to wear them to him, she picked up the shirt so hastily discarded and buttoned it to the neck. Her breasts strained against the fabric a little, and she stood lost looking down. Life had taken hold and her breasts would fill for it.

As if by invisible strings, went to door of the bathroom and caught the end of a sentence, “...just don't understand..." She wasn’t able to stay away from him.

“Grant?” she paused as he looked up, she dropped her eyes and with a steadying breath, she went in and sat on the floor next to the tub.

“I... I ... ,” it wasn’t going to be easy. She swallowed and tried again. “I don’t have any place to go. I don’t have anyone ...to go to.” Not daring to look at him she went on, “I know you barely know me, and I think I’ve created problems for you...” her voice trailed off. An understatement given the appearance of his home, the army had made a huge mess of things.

“Do you think I could stay here for a while? I’ll do whatever you ask.”

She knew her prayers were most likely not being heard, but she prayed anyway. “Don’t let him make me go...”

 

[dryfter]

“Grant?”

A harsh splash sounded as he jumped slightly at the sudden intrusion. Glancing over, eyes wide, he knew who it was before he'd even turned. Even then, he watched in amazement as she walked hesitantly toward him....her sway alluring despite her attempt to seem disheveled and nonchalant. It was just something she would most likely never be rid of.....every thing she did amazed him....made him want her. And yet, he wasn't ready for another round.....wouldn't be for some time yet.

“I... I ... , I don’t have any place to go. I don’t have anyone ...to go to.”

Was that it? Had she been fucking him for a place to stay? Somebody's orphan? Hell no, she certainly wasn't built like a kid. She could have gotten work somewhere....

“Do you think I could stay here for a while? I’ll do whatever you ask.”

His heart leapt. Even after how he had defiled her just moments ago, pumping himself into her....climaxing without warning to flood her with seed that was so obviously unwanted. Even now, she would stay with him?

A dripping hand reached from the tub to tousle her hair playfully, trying to cheer Alexis up just a little....tears cried having stained her face with their sparkling trails of moisture.

"There will be rules...."

Where had that come from? Didn't he just want to be with this girl? Forever or at least until he died somehow?

"You must know by now that I have lived my life alone here. I have no clothes for a woman....certainly not for a sex goddess like yourself. And so....you won't wear any....understood? You will remain as naked as you were the day I brought you into this house."

His conscience struggled to the forefront again....trying desperately to regain some measure of reason behind the words spoken.

"I...I think I love you, Alexis....I know I want you....here by me.....forever. Beyond that....I'm just not sure....I've been having so many thoughts lately."

Grant sank further into the warm waters....his touch slipping away from her as he let the heat of the room soothe his aches and pains.

"Why, Alexis? Why me? Why throw yourself at someone you don't know? God, you're the best fuck I've ever had.....but you always cry at the end of it. I'm so confused.....when I'm burying my cock in you, I feel like you're the perfect fucktoy.....and some part of me actually convinces myself that you like it. And then....when its all over.....and you're crying......"

He looked miserable, the bath soothing his muscles, but doing little for his mind....

"I feel like killing myself for doing something so horrible to you. I'm sorry, Alexis....I promise....I promise I'll take responsibility if you get pregnant. I won't toss you aside like some cheap Vegas whore......you have my word."

 

[Annicka]

She could feel his thoughts, if not actual words, the emotion and gist of them. From leering contempt to confusion and love, lust to remorse, each flittered with its own signature across his features. If he were confused by it, she was just as confused.

Alexis didn't know why she craved and hungered for sex with such unnatural desire. Maybe God's joke.

As she raised her head to look at him, his mood shifted again. "There will be rules... You must know by now that I have lived my life alone here. I have no clothes for a woman....certainly not for a sex goddess like yourself. And so....you won't wear any....understood? You will remain as naked as you were the day I brought you into this house."

Of course. That figured, why not? A convenient toy with a mouth and vagina, a receptacle for semen, lust.

And then the bite went out of his tone and he sounded conflicted. "I...I think I love you, Alexis....I know I want you....here by me.....forever. Beyond that....I'm just not sure....I've been having so many thoughts lately." She remained silent as he spoke again, "Why, Alexis? Why me? Why throw yourself at someone you don't know? God, you're the best fuck I've ever had.....but you always cry at the end of it. I'm so confused.....when I'm burying my cock in you, I feel like you're the perfect fucktoy.....and some part of me actually convinces myself that you like it. And then....when its all over.....and you're crying......"

She almost nodded, here it starts... A profession of love then insidiously prurient lust. It certainly foretold a future that was going to be anything but calm. She'd not cry again if she could help it. She'd hide her anguish if not her guilt at what she'd done to him. Maybe it got easier to detach oneself from emotion.

"I feel like killing myself for doing something so horrible to you. I'm sorry, Alexis....I promise....I promise I'll take responsibility if you get pregnant. I won't toss you aside like some cheap Vegas whore......you have my word."

Anger sparked anew. She was furious with them. Punish her, yes. Do it. But why punish this man? From all that she'd seen he was fine and upstanding and living his life, working, not hurting a soul. The fact he'd said he may love her and wanted her forever and would stand by her if she were pregnant, was powerful. But it was just the good man talking, the decent man.

The part of him that, regardless of how she corrupted him, could surface and be gentle and kind with a heart that could love passionately and possessively. Would that part of him fade as he knew her? Twist his soul until he couldn't recognize himself?

Alexis touched his forehead, not as a lover or a whore, but as her truth. She wanted to soothe him, give him some peace. Ease his mind. Her power wasn't gone, it could still a troubled heart for a while.

The room glowed for a moment, soft light that was gone almost before one could swear it was there.

"Thank you, Grant." And she never felt more sadly thankful. She got to her feet and left the room, her steps didn't make a sound as she opened the door and went out. She started to run...

Far away from him, clothed only in his shirt, into the desert, almost where he found her. "DAMN YOU!" she shouted to the heavens.

"I hate you, hate YOU!" The rage for corrupting Grant caused her aura to appear, shooting spikes of indignant light in a thousand angry colors. "YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO DO THIS TO HIM!"

"GOD DAMN YOU... DAMN you ALL."

She went to her knees, anguish choking her.


But she didn't notice her wings, still burnt, but not with the same ugly charred feather stumps. They were still as stumped as before, but not as... blackened. One could discern more white in the ruin.

 

[dryfter]

"They didn't. You did."

He could see her stiffen, knew that she had thought herself alone. And yet, ever since that afternoon, he had done his best to keep watch.....to wait for just such an opportunity.

She reeked of sex, of heights climbed with dangerous consequences. He had been using his aura on her again....and this time....nothing.

So the pathetic bastard finally claimed her.

That made her twice as dangerous to him now....though he couldn't help but smile as she turned towards him, her own eldritch eyes easily seeing where no mortals ever could. Demothraxus was an imposing figure in his true form. Eight feet tall, every inch of him was covered with black scales, each scale tinged red at their very edges....giving him the appearance of being made from cooling lava. For a moment, his smile grew wider as he noticed her glance down....taking in the sight of his fourteen inch cock standing proudly outward from his body.

"Fight it. Isn't that what they said? And look how easily you were taken.....sad really."

Anger.....fury.....that's right....she can feel those things now that her lusts were focused on one thing.....one man. Demothraxus swallowed hard....if she decided to get violent, this was going to be one helluva fight. He'd found out the hard way when she'd burned him that her powers had only diminished slightly. He was no fool.....she had only shown him the tip of the iceberg back there.

"Pity really, you'd have made quite an excellent addition to our side. Now, you're stuck with some mortal who's probably going to be dead in thirty years, then what'll you do?"

He didn't mention that the bind allowed Grant to feed off of her as well, his lifespan extended almost indefinately. It was his nature to torment, and rare it was that he got the chance to do so with such a worthy target. And yet....that wasn't why he had come here.

"So what do you do from here, Alexis of the Inner Sanctum? Do you lie down....literally....spread for your lover for all of eternity? Do you accept this curse and those who cursed you?"

He chuckled softly, the very action curling his lips back from razor sharp pointed teeth.

"I'll be checking up on you occasionally....mostly because it amuses me. Though to show you I mean no harm, I'll grant you this boon...."

His face settled down into a much more serious look, his baleful yellow eyes sifting through her own hate filled ones. It would be so easy to steal the hate from those eyes and fill them with something else.....something more akin to fear.....

And like a true demon.....he couldn't resist.

"You're out here pining away cursing the uncursable.....and your human lies near death in his dwelling. I'm amazed they taught you so little about things such as these in the Sanctum, but then.....I'm sure she never expected her little assistant to fall so far."

He didn't dare to say her name.....angels had a way of appearing if they wanted to at the sound of their name being voiced.

"You're poison, you little bitch.....and that goes for him too. Sure....fucking is one thing.....but you let him taste your blood? I'd give him a twenty percent chance of surviving it to become immune......but I'd give him at least a fifty percent shot if you were helping him through it. Of course.....he's there....and you're here.....he might even be dead before you get back."

Shrugging neutrally, Demothraxus winked out of existance. His arousal for Alexis had been apparant......and some pretty little MP was going to beg for it tonight while he thought of her......

 

[Annicka]

Her tormenter delivered his speeches in a scathing tone that held mostly fury but Alexis could discern his fear. She looked at him, his height and magnificent cock all displayed to cow her, frighten her. It did not.

I'll be checking up on you occasionally....mostly because it amuses me. Though to show you I mean no harm, I'll grant you this boon...." She stood as he spoke and watched him as if he were a bug under a magnifying glass. Clearly despising him, he stood for how far she'd fallen and for those that cast her down, she listened.

"You're out here pining away cursing the uncursable.....and your human lies near death in his dwelling. I'm amazed they taught you so little about things such as these in the Sanctum, but then.....I'm sure she never expected her little assistant to fall so far... You're poison, you little bitch.....and that goes for him too. Sure....fucking is one thing.....but you let him taste your blood? I'd give him a twenty percent chance of surviving it to become immune......but I'd give him at least a fifty percent shot if you were helping him through it. Of course.....he's there....and you're here.....he might even be dead before you get back." As he spitefully... gleefully spoke, her hand slapped to her neck. She'd all but forgotten he'd tasted her.

Taken in her blood.

Alexis didn't know the consequence of the action, only that it was important. If this were true?

And suddenly she knew it was. With a cry that lodged in her throat, she forgot the demon and ran.

Back the way she'd came, back to Grant.

She found him on the floor of the bath in a puddle, his face bleached of color and barely breathing.

"Oh, God, oh God, oh God. Grant..." She took him into her arms, her aura and withered wings showing. She picked him up as if an infant and hurried into his bedroom. She'd lost the shirt somewhere, she was naked, much as he bade her before. His skin felt cold against her.

"Grant, please..." She covered him with her warmth, sobbing and begging God to have mercy, not to take him. Revenge and hate forgotten as she held him. She rocked him for hours. And prayed.

 

[dryfter]

Somehow he knew......he just knew....

Grant wasn't really sure when sleep had overtaken him.....it had been so easy to just relax in the tub, let the warm waters soothe his every ache. And yet, he definately should have been this tired, should he? Rising from the tub for a few fleeting seconds, his eyes shut suddenly as the world spun crazily about him.

So cold....

When did it get so cold? It was the middle of summer.....in the desert! Something wasn't right....

Lifting a leg out of the tub had been the wrong thing to do....his other leg nowhere near able to hold his weight on its own. Grant spun, toppling as the knee buckled....trying desperately to try and catch himself....

His head bounced unmercifully off of the tile floor.....water from his body already beginning to pool around him....

I can't get up.....why the hell can't I get up?.....

Nothing seemed to be responding right.....every part of him soothed to the point of impossibility......his breathing shallow and calm.....

When she found him, he was nearly comatose.....and yet he knew that Alexis was there.....even in the deepest, most profound of slumbers. Wasted on him was the sobbing, the pleas.....and the self damnation. And yet, it was her presence that had the most profound effect on him....

Pain. A sharp stabbing in his brain.....rapidly warming his fatigued mind to the point of migraine.....and that was just the beginning. Her own soul was so much closer now.....so easy to reach out to......

Grant felt nothing as she carried him naked to the bedroom, swaddling the two of them beneath the sheets. And yet, she filled his senses.....the scent of her.....the fiery heat of her body next to him. Unbidden, he arched hard, every muscle in his body locking for just a moment......

Prayers. Would her prayers chase away the fever that assaulted him even now, his body drawing from her the immortality he would need to ensure the permanent binding that her one time peers had intended? Or would he simply be lost....leaving her even more cursed and despondant in the knowledge that she had inadvertantly killed him, never being the wiser.

Her normally cool hand upon his forehead did nothing for him save stoke the fiery agony his body endured. Long minutes passed as he trembled against her....every muscle convulsing as his teeth ground, sweat pouring from his pores to slicken his body with its oily sheen.

Not to be outdone, his mind assaulted him as well....images....fleeting and precious to him the only relief he had throughout this torture. Images borne of her and the close proximity with which she lay now....

"I can be a dirty fucking whore."

The words rang in his mind...over and over....her words. A desperate face.....hands reaching for him.....mouth following soon after......how she wanted it......throat constricting.....wanting him to see her swallow his torrid sperm....surprise.....shock......a pale face streamered with white......his fingers in her hair.....holding her.....his cock disappearing.....so deep.....so tight....her hips gyrating as she rode him....bent over.....spreading her self wide.....only to appear on her back.....writhing on his tongue......

Over and over, he heard her calling his name.....though something wasn't right.....a total lack of lust perhaps.....more like.....concern?

Tears.....twice she had cried.....the soft moisture mixing with his own cum. Perhaps that was it.....perhaps he should die.....he was so terrible.....hurting her like that.....

Twice his heart stopped beating....though he couldn't have known.....it was hard to match the pain he already felt there. And twice as he lay convulsing and spasming, the central muscle managed to start up again.....

It wasn't until morning that it was finally over.....though he didn't wake even then. His breathing was shallow.....but it had steadied out once more.....so much so that when evening came once more......a small flickering of his eyelids preceded them opening......

"uuuunnnghh."

It wasn't graceful, and it certainly wasn't charasmatic.....but it pretty much summed up how he felt.

 

[Annicka]

She fought, trampled down her rage that Grant had to go through this. She fought her indignation, her pride and her anger, to beg that his life be spared.

Alexis held him as he thrashed in the throes of blood sickness, warming him when cold, cooling him when fevered. She never lost focus or contact, not even as time lost its meaning and day changed to night and day again.

The full potential of her joining to him, her utter devotion was now seared in her soul. An irrevocable action, a gift. If one could call a curse a gift. A gift from a colleague. She didn’t lust for this Grant, not lust, no longer purely that. Alexis was now bound to him. To do all in her power to make him happy.

She’d taken from the demon before, his fiendish seed, and started a life from pure lust. It was twisted and wrong, she’d know it then, knew it now. And maybe she did deserve her curse. But Grant didn’t deserve this.

Every ounce of power within her grasp she used to pry him, ply him from death. Fervent prayer, cajoling even demanding that he stay with her.

She traveled each road with him, his rants, raves and the nightmares wrought by her blood. She felt his demons, his uncertainty, his despair and his remorse.

Until he stilled. His breath came more easy and a blush of color returned to his cheeks.

Alexis kept her hold and watch until she knew his crisis had passed. Only then did she rest, covering him with the earthly embodiment of her spirit.

---

"uuuunnnghh."

It took a moment for Alexis to realize he’d awakened. She watched as he fought to open his eyes, the weariness that claimed him was clear.

“Shhhh, you’re ok.” His lids drooped then opened to look at her. She smiled, and if there was sadness in her smile it was only that she’d brought this all on him.

“Rest, Grant. Please. I’ll take care of you. I give you my word.”

So she would take care of him. However he saw fit to fulfill this new destiny, her curse.

 

[dryfter]

“Shhhh, you’re ok.”

He struggled then. Forcing weary eyelids skyward to gaze upon his heavenly speaker. He didn't know why he was surprised....but he was mildly.....Alexis laying next to him in all of her nude splendor. It was as if she'd accepted the terms he had laid down for her....in what seemed so very long ago. Terms that he himself didn't even know why were voiced.

He fought her, fought himself, and the lethargy that threatened to consume him. He could see so much in her eyes.....worry, concern, and a deep sadness that try as he might, Grant just could not comprehend. Was he really that bad off?

A shaky hand lifted from the bed despite her look of disapproval, a look that faded almost instantly into one of surprise as it lifted to sift gently through her onyx locks.....stroking her face with a gentle carress. Almost as suddenly, she found herself being pulled toward him, though truth be told, he had nothing left to force her with should she decide to fight him.

With a soft and pained groan, Grant lifted his head off the pillow just enough.....just enough to brush parched lips against her own. He could almost swear he felt her stiffen just a little at the contact....as if surprised by something. His was not a demanding kiss....he didn't claim her in anyway....instead pressing against her with all the tenderness and good that he had left in him......a lover's kiss. She had watched over him.....was concerned even now for his well being....

And he loved her for it.

“Rest, Grant. Please. I’ll take care of you. I give you my word.”

He barely heard her.....soft and gentle words drifting into the darker recesses of his mind as oblivion slowly slipped over him once more.....

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He survived.

Demothraxus grinned, hovering just near enough to feel the human's lifeforce strengthening once again beneath the fallen's touch. It wouldn't do for him to be detected right now.

Shocking how one such as you can show such concern for someone so pitiful. Ahhh well....I'm sure the Seven knew what they were doing to torment you so. So yes, Alexis.....care for him well. Make sure he lives, I'd hate to lose either of my pawns in such an interesting game.

Now that the human was drawing off of her angelic immortality, the game would get much more interesting. Indeed, he had all the time in the world to plot out his rise to power. Sure, either of them could resist him and his machinations........but why would they? Especially her.

Certainly not with the current bent towards vengeance.

With little effort, the demon winked out of existance again. There was time to put his plan in motion.....a plan that would require the utmost patience. For now, he would go back to being the loyal and gruff Sergeant once more.

Though it might be time to pay a visit to his commanding officer....Colonel Lasheigh. He had some new intelligence to report.....

 

[Annicka]

Grant slept and Alexis curled around him, giving her warmth and letting the full measure of her soul wrap around him. The light infused the room in a soft glow that healed as it lay over them. His lips that were parched in fever, now were moist and full, his hair thicker and more richly colored. His body didn’t really change but became more fine, each muscle a little more clearly defined. His skin became more supple and had new radiance. Alexis’s neck wounds healed and a crescent shaped scar on Grant’s shoulder faded entirely.


They lay twined as lovers as her minor angel magic worked through them both.

When his eyes opened again, she knew he was well. And even his eyes had changed, the hazel glowed faint with inner light. Grant’s physical changes probably wouldn’t be commented upon by most or even realized, so subtle they were.

But people would be drawn to him as a moth to flame. His sexuality, his appeal? Perhaps that was what changed the most - intangible as something like sexual appeal could be. Unless he separated himself, stayed here at his home, he’d be the center of any crowd, giving off the same kind of allure as Alexis.

Whether it would be tearing, raging lust or quiet arousal would depend on the type of person that responded to him. Or his own thoughts, dark or light.

As Alexis looked at him and let her hands roam over his body, she felt the stirring. Unmistakable and arousing, she was hooked by his eyes, searching and deep. His pupils dilated and his breath came rapidly as she touched him, his chest his arms, sides, thighs. Her own breath quickened and she met his lips with soft passion that was an answer to his earlier kiss. Her heart felt like it would push out of her breast with longing.

 

[dryfter]

Awareness came slowly.

Such bliss.....golden warmth......was hard to leave in exchange for reality. And yet, it was the same aura that beckoned him like a siren call. So many emotions wrapped up into one......lust, love, confusion, loathing, unbridled rage and anger.

A kaliedoscope of raw emotions.....and as his eyes opened once more......emotions that made up the woman that even now lay atop him. Their eyes met instantly, though it took his a little longer to focus....fogged by sleep as they were.

"A-Alexis...."

He could feel her, a long and sensuous thigh riding high against him....could feel her moistening center pressing against him just as he could her hands as they danced and twirled across his fine features, coaxing him. It was almost as if she were teasing him into satisfying a need she didn't even know she had yet.....

He wanted her. And yet....every time she acted like this....every time she gave herself completely, she was reduced to wretchedness when it was over. Perhaps he should show some form of control....did he really want to risk hurting her again?

His mind was made up for him as her lips burned into his, a soft yet firm and insistant kiss that he was all too willing to return. In fact, it was his turn to part his lips and grant her entry....a soft thrill running through him, her own mouth echoing with his soft moan as their tongues met.

He knew she was naked....completely....without a single shred of cloth to cover her modesty. It was what he had demanded of her after all....and for some reason, she hadn't found the demand all that unreasonable.....as if she were made for him.....the perfect companion.....willing to indulge him in all things....

"Mmmmmm."

Leaning back further into the pillow, he felt her lips seperate from his own.

"Have you been watching over me all this time?"

He already knew the answer. He didn't know what it meant, but Grant knew that the woman before him had been the warm calming presence he'd felt as he slept. And while he had no idea what it was that had caused him to become so terribly sick, he was alive now....and with her.....and that was all he needed.

Finally, he reached up....his hands sliding down her own lithe frame. He could see her need as she moved to climb on top of him again....his thickness already in her hands as she sought to press it against her deceptively tight little cunt.

Cupping her buttocks, he pulled her forward, noting the look of surprise on Alexis' face as she nearly fell atop him.....

"Grab onto the headboard....."

Her eyes widened in shock for just a moment....that facial expression as sexy as anything she'd ever done for him. Fingers only barely made it to the wood of the bed before his mouth claimed her for the second time.....

There was no half-assing it this time.....no teasing or coaxing his patiently lusty little girl to orgasm. Grant knew what he wanted too, and he let Alexis know with his actions as his tongue drove deep to writhe inside of her tight folds.....

He wanted her....all around him....all the time. Even now, he was concocting new and innovative ways of taking her....testing her.....seeing just how willing she was and how far she would go.....

For now though, he was content to make her buck and arch against him. He needed to force those moans and cries from her throat, as if doing so showed Alexis her true place in life.....a place that was bound to be met with a heated.....and creamy end.

 

[Annicka]

Alexis found herself against his mouth, his tongue delving into her center with heat and determination. She grasped the headboard tight.

He held her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh and he sought to drive her over the edge. The circumstance of their meeting, her curse, everything but his mouth was driven from her mind as he twisted his tongue inside her, working from slit to clit as he brought forth more sensation she voiced with her moans.

He was relentless, almost ruthless as he plied the first orgasm from her. Instead of letting her go, to back down on him, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and drank her down, sucking the very essence from her and driving her up again. It was his mouth and her cunt, locked together in thrilling ecstacy and agony. Every spasm he caught in his mouth and demanded more.

If he looked he would see the aura now, he was able to. What he would subscribe it to, she didn’t know and cared less as she came again in a huge gush that pressed his head into the pillow. On the tails of that orgasm another came, and another until she was unable to discern where one ended and another began. Her head was thrown back, hair trailing down to his chest as she shuddered and bucked against him.

She felt his arousal, his lust, as he pulled the orgasms from her, mercilessly. When she erupted again, she moved quickly, disentangling from his arms and moving down his body to guide his hard cock into her spasming cunt.

 

[dryfter]

My how his new little toy seemed to enjoy being eaten. Grant smiled satisfactorily as her cries reached his ears, illicit whimpers and moans that heightened his own arousal, his tongue demanding and fierce as it plunged in and out of her quivering hole.

Her taste filled his mouth, her love juices all around him. She always seemed so surprised when he did this to her, though now....how could he explain it.....it was almost as if he could feel her surprise....and a tinge of unworthiness?

He felt her quiver, but what was worse was that she was shifting away from him, no doubt to look after his own needs. Thick arms wrapped around her, holding her in place....she deserved this.....for all she had done for him.....that look of surprise coloring her face once more.....a slight rosy flush pinking her pale skin.

He never let up, not once, especially when Alexis finally came for him. He still had no idea just how bound she was to him, and in his mind he was creating a chain of his own for her, its length shortening a link at a time with every orgasm he could force from her.....and from the looks of it.....Alexis was enjoying herself immensely.

He rode her hard, thrilled to the core as his lovely new houseguest offered herself to him over and over.....hard. Her own need bringing her hips lunging forward, giving her dripping pussy to him even as she exploded again. She looked out of breath, ragged panting mixing with her own cries of bliss filling his ears.....

Grant delved deeper, his face glistening with her essence, yet not through just yet. He could feel her twisting, writhing beneath his grasp, trying to get away. And yet it stopped just as suddenly as another climax ripped through her.....she was so beautiful like this.....her perfect body arched as it accepted another's lust....building off of it.....exploding in a show of her own......

Finally, he released her......she couldn't have much energy left after all of that. Yet it was Grant's turn to be amazed as his pet scampered down his body to straddle him once more.....his cock seeming to disappear a split second later as she dropped suddenly to take him in one savage stroke of their bodies.

Her eyes seemed to smolder, wicked and daring, her hips moving slowly at first....making sure he felt just how tight she was as she closed around him. Her gyrations squeezed him at just the right times, her hands running across his bare chest. Grant knew right away there was no teasing here, just a deliberate seduction of his mind and body. She had to know that he liked her like this.....a wanton little slut who was taking what she wanted.....since he didn't give it to her right away......or perhaps this was a thank you of her own? And she had to have known that he had wanted this all along.....

The emotions he had days ago were gone in the face of this incredibly sexy girl riding him, driving him towards the epicenter of his own pleasure. With a grin, Grant lay back and let her work on him.....not on the edge yet....but growing closer with each movement of her sensual body.

"You must really want my cum again, bad...."

Grant grinned wickedly, honestly thinking that was the reason for her tears that last time.....only now using it as a way to tease her mercilessly.

"I'll cum a lot for you, my lovely little Alexis."

He reached for her then, strong fingers closing about the edges of her hips, even as he lunged forward for the first time to pierce her deeply as he met one of her own thrusts.

"But you're not going anywhere this time.....I think it might be time to feed that hungry little pussy of yours...."

 

[Annicka]

The nature of her previous lusts was the physical release and the illicit pleasure taken in doing something so perverse and forbidden. Alexis derived as much pleasure from her demon as she did from the knowledge that it was off limits. Most if not all the ones before her never acknowledged arousal from a demon. It was that she was susceptible to his attentions and lacked the will to ignore him or she didn’t appreciated the consequence.

Whatever the motivation or character flaws that brought her low to flounder in earthly life, it was all the same now and didn’t matter.

She was as she was and cursed to follow a path preordained. She didn’t have a right to rail against her treatment. Vengeful and powerful were those above her that so righteously cast her out. But this man didn’t deserve the wreck and ruin she promised. All she could do now was walk the path, pregnant and bound to a mortal, albiet a mortal enhanced with her gifts, that probably wouldn’t ever really understand her curse.

Yes, he’d live long. He’d be wanted and lusted after. His own need would grow huge, whether it would fester and become evil or his heart remain light, she didn’t know.

But she did know she needed him and wanted him with a fierce desire that drove any other thought from her. She needed to be filled by him, she needed to satisfy him as no other had.

"You must really want my cum again, bad.... I'll cum a lot for you, my lovely little Alexis." She needed him badly, in ways he’d never understand. His spend has become utterly necessary. As she moved over him, drawing him deep inside her quivering sex, pulling and squeezing his hardness to release and push down again she took hold of the headboard and stared deep into his eyes.

"But you're not going anywhere this time.....I think it might be time to feed that hungry little pussy of yours...." He felt it too, some of the need. His hands gripped her hips and his hips lifted to push up on her next downward motion.

“Yesssssssssssssssssss...” she closed her eyes with the ecstasy of that perfect moment when both need and want blended and were answered. This was not a crude coupling, no sneaky dirty little secret, but it was huge and filled the room spilling outward as they evenly matched each other in time and state.