Damnation and Vengeance.

[dryfter]

Grant sighed softly as he toweled himself off gently. It had taken a supreme effort and show of control to bring his body back around, but he had managed. In fact, as sickening as it was for him, all he'd had to do was remember the doorman of the adult novelty store they had visited......though the surprise ending of that was still quite amusing to him.

It was then that Grant felt grateful that he'd reserved one of the more expensive suites the hotel had to offer. He'd not ever been one for bathrobes, and hadn't the sense to pack one before their trip. Fortunately, the room's only closet not only corrected that error....but did so in style.

When he finally emerged from the steam of the bathroom, Grant's hair was slicked back and neatly combed into place. The top two buttons of his silver hemmed sapphire robe left undone to hint and the bare and muscled chest beneath.

Eyes wandered briefly, not seeing his companion right away, before breifly wondering if she had suddenly had second thoughts about this.....an ex-angel and all.....who knew what moral qualms might yet lay within? And yet the thought lasted only a second as Grant remembered just how excited she had been earlier.....not to mention her private little masturbation on their way to the hotel. No....there wouldn't be any cold feet here.....Alexis couldn't wait for this to begin.

A soft breeze chilled the still damp skin of his neck, his gaze floating almost lazily towards the balcony and its open patio door. Barefoot, Grant smiled with a soft flicker of anticipation as he let his path drift in that direction.

A silhouette....red and beckoning.....teasing his vision through the swirling curtains in the breeze. Absently, Grant brushed them aside as he moved towards her.....the aroma of the food he'd ordered assailing him almost immediately.

"Am I fashionably late?"

The soft quirk of his lips told the joke more than his words may have. The blonde youth took a moment to admire her, and all the preparation she had put into this......

She really did look drop dead gorgeous. It was amazing that the staff that had brought their luggage and/or food hadn't attempted to have their way with her yet.......

Because every time he even tried to talk to her beyond a sentance or two, he found his eyes drifting, sliding lower to marvel at the wonderful valley of her breasts. What the hell was she wearing beneath that fucking hot looking dress? He certainly hadn't remembered her having cleavage like that.

Strong arms encircled her as he drew close enough to fill himself with her scent.....oh yeah.....she was as turned on as she'd been when they first arrived.

"You look absolutely ravishing."

And yet....it was his duty to play at least a little hard to get tonight.....to tease her with the thought of fucking another woman rather than giving her the bedding she so obviously deserved. He could almost feel her disappointment as he slipped away seconds later.

"Well then....let's not let this get cold. I've always wanted to enjoy a prime cut of steak in a place like this. See if its lofty price is purely name alone, or if a five star hotel actually does things better than your local steakhouse."

Sliding into the chair opposite her.....he motioned for Alexis to sit as well......as he tenderly lifted the first stainless steel lid......

 

[Annicka]

“Am I fashionably late?”

“No. You’re perfect.”

And he was. He was gorgeous, bronzed and muscled, he gleamed, more than a rival for the lights below. The robe he’d donned enhanced his blond good looks and tanned skin and made heat sing along her nerve endings, adding to her general anticipation.

A sexual shudder ran through her as his eyes traveled down her body and back up. His compliment and hug brought another. She inhaled sharply, taking in his scent as he took in hers. The embrace ended too soon, but she thought no matter, they have time.

The meal proved a delight. Succulent and nourishing, more food than she’d had since her arrival certainly. Alexis ate hugely, trying the fillet and finding it tasty even though she was more a vegetarian than not. After the initial pangs of her hunger diminished, she slowed to appreciate the subtle flavors and textures.

“It’s delicious!” Her pronouncement sounded surprised. “I had no idea...”

She took great pleasure in a quite human necessity and savored the new tastes, taking time to consume the feast. And it looked as though he was enjoying his meal. She paused to watch him spear a piece of meat and bring it to his mouth.

And easily swapped one kind of hunger for the other.

Those same teeth that tore so effortlessly through the flesh of his dinner had bitten her. He’d torn open her flesh with a primal urge to mark her... mate her. The shudder that racked her this time made her gasp. He was it for her. The one. She felt it soul deep.

She shook her head at his nod of inquiry and drank deeply of the quite excellent vintage he’d ordered. Her throat was dry with lust.

The two of them, each in full prime. Each held such promise. Alexis didn’t think of her damnation, no... she thought how well they could use each other. How much she wanted to hear him cry out with need and in satisfying his need, feed her own.

Alexis wiped her mouth with a heavy linen napkin and sat back in her chair to watch Grant as he finished his meal. She shook her head when he offered dessert, “Later, if that is all right?”

She thought back to her last visit here, as an Angel, and started talking, “You know, in my ...previous occupation, I came to Reno sometimes. There were many sorrows here, but sometimes joy.

“There was a couple, older and retired... he was not much of a gambler but wanted to play once, just once, with some professionals. His wife was patient and rather bored with it all. They’d drifted further and further apart since retirement and she’d heard his wish a thousand times. And I don’t think he really wanted to win as much as just play, you know? Anyway they saved and scrimped. They gave up vacations and luxuries so he could have his game.

“He got into a game their second night here and was hustled by a shark. His wife wanted to say “I told you so...” but she didn’t and tried her best to be supportive when their trip was cut short. She had grandkids to visit on the drive back and didn’t want to spend the time arguing. If it was up to her they wouldn’t have come to Reno. She’d even tried of ways to get him to go alone.

“He was mortified that he’d lost to such a young player and ashamed that he’d lost their money so quickly. Over a cheap buffet he tried to apologize to his wife. “No need, honey,” she told him, “It happens... that’s why it’s called gambling, isn’t it?” And he reached over some soggy eggrolls and took her hand, and they looked at each other for a long moment, like they were really seeing each other for the first time in years. Both noticed how the other had aged and changed from the young adults they’d once been when they’d married.

“Then it was like a switch was thrown or something, I had nothing to do with it, but they looked at each other again and down at their joined hands and it was like they rolled back the clock. Both stood and they couldn’t hustle out of the buffet fast enough.

“And I felt their joy. What they found again over a Chinese buffet. He’d lost a huge pile of money and in it, they found themselves. It was beautiful.”

Alexis had gotten up during her tale and stood at the balcony watching the strip below. “I always wondered what caused them to ‘click’ like that. They’d grown so distant and in a second, they were back.”

She looked back at Grant and grinned a little self-consciously. It was the first time she’d talked about her life like that.

“Usually,” she went on, explaining, “My job was to help those that were busy throwing their lives away. It was always nice when some didn’t need my help.”

She turned and came toward him, her silken gown whispering, moving until she stood behind him. She massaged his shoulders and arms and bent to breathe in his ear, “How can I help you, Grant?”

She kissed down his neck while sliding a hand beneath his robe to touch his chest. A low moan against his neck communicated clearly she was willing. Her teeth bit lightly, as she caressed him

 

[dryfter]

The meal was as incredible as the view across the table. Grant would have a hard time later trying to decide which was more savored at this moment.....the natural flavor of prime steak as it filled his mouth, coupled with the slightly dry wine he'd ordered for the two of them......or the continued knowledge of just what lay beneath that thin and suggestive dress of hers. No matter how she tried, her own excitement coupled with her recent additions....made that same excitement quite evident through the soft cloth.

Grant listened intently as she spoke of her past, keenly aware of this being her first time doing so. A small part of him glowed softly at the thought of earning her trust in such as way as to have her confiding in him in such a manner. As he listened, what he thought was going to be a sad story, mysteriously turned the other way at the very end.....so much so that he found himself smiling with a pleasure all his own. Who'd have thought that he'd even cared....about a couple he never knew, and probably never would?

His smile slipped a little as he watched her glide around the table, moving dangerously close once more. She had done so much already.....and the wild and unkempt mess of her raven locks gave her a wild and untamed look......one that fairly begged him to take her and tame her like the eternal slave that she was.

Slave.....or lover?

Indeed, that was the question he had intended to solve with this sebatacle. A slave....and he'd begin surrounding her with others.....a beautiful little pet amidst a harem of lovelies. A lover.....and Grant knew......he knew that she could be the only one he would ever truly be satisfied with......no matter what his wandering eyes or cock might try and say to the contrary.

He could feel her heat against him as she moved close, her breath steamy against his ear even as thin fingers slipped beneath the folds of his robe.....admiring the toned muscles that she herself had helped to fine tune.

Her fingers kneaded his flesh....further driving any tension from him that the heated water of the bath couldn't solve. A soft moan escaped his lips, a gentle show that her actions were not only effective....but appreciated as well.

“How can I help you, Grant?”

She was so close. Close enough to smell.....the scent itself almost enough to form a lingering taste in his mouth. Grant hadn't even realized that he'd closed his eyes in blissful relief until they opened once more.....the sight of her carefully cultivated cleavage instantly in view as he felt her mouth close upon his ear....nibbling gently.

Thick arms pulled her closer to him.....until her thighs parted to straddle him in his patio chair, their chests crushed closely together. It wasn't enough to smell....to taste.....perhaps not even to fuck her. Right now.....he wanted more of her....more of what he'd felt roadside this afternoon.

For the first time, like a fledgling learning to fly, Grant used just a little of what she had given him....reflecting it back unto her. Held deep within a lover's embrace, he breathed in not just her perfume.....but her life as well as his soul reached for hers.....touching just as they had roadside this afternoon. Alexis had seemed confused when he mentioned that he loved her soul.....had she not felt his touch? Could she feel it? Or was it a secret intimacy meant only for him?

He could feel her heat. She wanted.....needed him badly. Could feel the slight edge of fear despite her apparent confidance. The fear of losing.....of losing the bet.....and possibly him with it. Every inch of her that was exposed from beneath that naughty little ensemble she had created nearly burned with an inner desire to be touched....carressed......used.

Grant wanted more than just lust. He had no doubts in his mind that she wanted him....and wanted him badly. Even now, he could feel her moving against him, all too aware that he wasn't wearing anything beneath his bathrobe.

He should have known better.....but he was honestly surprised by just how old she was. Here was an entity of power, in his arms, mewling for his attention and affection like a sexy little kitty cat. And the more he looked, the more he reached out to her, the more he could feel the power she carried beneath all of that lust that darkened her soul.

Her soul. For just a moment, Grant could see her aura, a darkened sea of onyx. How could anything so corrupt consider themselves anything but a slave to the ones that could master it? How could she pretend to be capable of anything resembling love?

And then he saw it....the brightest of stars shining in the deadest of nights. Grant's brow furrowed softly, an abstract thought sending his hand upward and across her pert ass....as if encouraging her actions, though they seemed to be happening in another place and time. A second star.....smaller than the first, but much, much brighter....so much so that the darkness seemed to almost recoil from its presence.

He wanted a closer look.....to know what nobility was left in the last vestiges of her beseiged spirit. And yet even as he dared to near, he felt himself being drawn away....a surge of lust from his own body dampening his concentration, easily disrupting it.

And yet, as he gave one last wistful look before becoming acutely aware of the distraction.....her hand gently pumping up and down on his cock as she looked pleadingly in his direction.....he could swear he saw something.....in the larger of the two bastions of light she had left.

And when he looked....it was his own face that looked back.....

He was only vaguely aware that she had been speaking, and so he chose that moment as he returned to focus once more on the lovely angel before him.....to moan rather than answer any questions he might have missed. Grant wasn't sure if she'd be aware of his prying...or of the questions that had been answered....but he was damn sure that if he gave even an inkling that she was doing a good job pleasing him, she'd cut him a little slack before getting pissed thinking he wasn't listening to her......

 

[Annicka]

Straddling him, Alexis felt his passion for her. Not just the lust and what she could do to him, and he her, but an opening. He opened to her.

She closed her eyes and held him tightly as their breathing became synchronized. She felt him probing, questioning and within his inquiry she sensed a yearning.

Oh she knew humans... She’d studied and did her job, fulfilled her role well indeed, before her lusts got the better of her, but she really knew little of the personal things. She studied their behaviour but as a bystander not a participant. She was young, the youngest of the lot before she’d been expelled. She didn’t understand her own lusts and needs let alone the contrary portrait that Grant presented.

She felt him, like she had earlier, wanting to ...join if that was the word.. Perhaps mesh would be more apt. She felt his longing and need, his basic human need for... love? Connection? One moment he drew near, the next he pushed away. Was it because of her and her effect on him? The duality of lust and love? One physical need, one emotional?

He mirrored her dilemma.

She struggled with lust and her love of him, not so much for her own sake but for his. Regardless of if it were a decree from above that her earthly destiny was to be bound to him, she was. Physically, certainly. Emotionally? She loved him. After the tryst with the demon, her lusts had grown greater, but no demon could erase or even begin to mitigate her attachment to Grant and her need of him. Nor her desire to please him.

In her new understanding she spoke to him, trying to see if that was it... If he were as bowled over as she, learning, and floundering in their need. Their ‘heaven-sent’ need if one chose to look at it that way.

For an endless time they were suspended and did mesh, at least partially. She knew he looked into her and she wanted him to see. Maybe what he saw in her would show him, explain her love.

“Do you feel me Grant? Look at me... what do you see?” she asked him as her body burned against his. She held herself in check and tried to ask him what he needed of her, how he wanted her... Did he want more? “I’ll give you all... I have.” Meant not sexually, although she’d do that too.

How could it be between them?

Could she show him what they could be?

She could offer her love.

She leaned back away from him, searching for an answer he couldn’t or wouldn’t give. She breathed in a lungful of desert air and focused on seeing through her lust and need and embracing Grant.

Grant without the color of covetous fervor he inspired in her.

Grant, the man. Grant, the human she loved.

Standing up, she took his hands and urged him to stand, slowly drawing him into the suite. Across a fair expanse of plush carpet to the door of the bedroom. “Come...”

Alexis led him inside to the chair and walked a few feet from him before facing him and unfastening her bright silk and letting it slide unheeded into a luminous puddle. In her satin and lace, stockings and heels she held steady, unmoving, letting him look at her. She didn’t attempt to seduce him with action and quashed her selfish desire for fulfillment of her lust. She searched his eyes calmly and eased opened her love. The unblemished part of her soul that held him and his child.

She stepped toward him and leaned down taking his face between her hands looking deeply into his bright eyes, she could see herself in his eyes and wanted that image to be... fine. Worthy and loving, as much as she was able.

She only closed her eyes when her lips brushed his lightly, then meeting his with more intent. A soft kiss that held her love and offered it to him with tender care. A kiss that relied not on tongue or heat to inspire, but given as a gift of heart and spirit.

 

[dryfter]

“Do you feel me Grant? Look at me... what do you see?”

He almost didn't hear her.....so intent was he on trying to learn.....and yet, overwhelmed by her at the same time. She had seen so much, more than he would in a thousand lifetimes. Yet as she retreated, he withdrew....only partially aware that Alexis had spoken at all.

“I’ll give you all... I have.”

Reality came rushing in to fill the void as her interesting aura slipped further away from him. For a moment, a part of him wondered what she saw when she looked at him. Surely, he got this power from her, so she could do it too right?

All thoughts scattered from his mind the moment her dress hit the floor. There was no seduction in her actions, and perhaps it was the lack thereof that made it even harder to resist enjoying her right then and there. Her eyes shone with all the things he'd come to love about her, even though he didn't quite understand them. Love, concern, worry, and an unusual pristine clarity that spoke nothing of the darker parts of her soul.

When their lips met, it wasn't a dance of passionate furious lust. Instead, Grant felt a warm and soft glow deep inside of his chest, their lips barely even meeting.......in a gentle lover's kiss. A kiss he knew he could search for a hundred years and probably never find another one quite like it. Not even if he used her taint to corrupt the largest harem of women the world had ever seen.....

Arms slid slowly around her, pulling her near nakedness to him, gently encircling. He didn't deepen the kiss in any way....rather....he relished it....as if he never wanted its reassurance to end.

Yet in the end, after long moments of standing there....souls entwined as their bodies were, it was inevitable that the would both want more from each other.

Yet he would never forget that one kiss......

 

[Annicka]

She felt him open to her. Her eyes were closed during that kiss but her heart was open and she could feel the good in him that she hadn't corrupted.

For an endless moment the unmarred parts of their spirit combined in brilliant blue white.

What would it be like to express the purity of that joining more fully? The meeting of their beings was a spiritual balm to her tortured soul. She wanted him, for once without the all the licentiousness and blistering carnality her curse demanded. She could feel that part of herself, straining for dominance and she held it back. Could she do it? All she could do was try.

In some ways it was like she had help but couldn't imagine who or what would have tired to help her.

Alexis led him once more, not to the bed but before the fire. The suite took every whim into account, providing a cool enough temperature to make the fire feel good. She opened his robe and looked at him before stepping back into his arms. He was magnificent, his hair shone like gold, his chest burnished and well sculpted, slim hips and hardening sex. Her love and obsession. She drew her arms around his middle to his back to press him against her.

As this kiss grew more passionate she pulled the robe from his shoulders her hands trailing from his back to his buttocks. Still clad in her abbrevieated corset, panties, stockings and heels she pressed into him, against his hardness and the strength of his chest.

Grants arms tightened and she bled into him and felt the edges of the stain, straining and insistent, that she'd worked on his soul. It assaulted her, almost tearing open the carefully contained darkness of her curse before holding it at bay.

She didn't take the want or need, both felt it. But she channeled that lust through their unblemished psyches, leaving it clean. When they both sank to the plush carpet before the fire, they moved as one, kissing and touching each other with eager hands and mouths.

They rolled and changed positions, each teased and baited, until that clean lust grew heavy and more urgent. They stopped when Alexis straddled him and she took his hands and pressed them against her tits as they strained against the satin. Her multi-faceted eyes were locked onto his as she slid down his body, branding his chest, then his stomach with fiery kisses.

 

[dryfter]

One of them had to make the first move. And in the end, despite the awesome rapport they both shared, it was Alexis that moved first. And yet as he felt himself being pulled along towards the fire, their bond didn't seem to lessen in the slightest. Indeed, anticipation and perhaps a little uncertainty only seemed to make it glow brighter.

He could tell she was struggling. So much of her being was lust and greedy flesh. And yet, somehow for now at least, the tidal wave of darkness was held at bay.

Grant expelled his breath in a soft sigh of pleasure as his robe opened beneath her touch, the warm glow of the fireplace doing much to soothe any nervous tension he may have had. He had commanded her to seduce him, to flaunt her wares to him during this little vacation.

But that could wait.

This.....this was so much more. And inwardly, Grant knew that he had asked for it....had asked this of her. And that would trump any command to the contrary.

For her part, Alexis looked glorious before the firelight. Its amber glow bronzing her normally pearlescent skin just a touch, drawing out each perfect curve with a mixture of light and shadow. This was who she was......who she could be.......with only a little help and a lot of self control.....from both of them.

Her kiss was gentle at first as she returned to press herself firmly against him. Though they were both too needy for it to stay that way for long. Grant could feel her hands on his chest, as if memorizing the shape of each sculplted muscle. In turn, his hands slowly slid down her slender frame from where they had encircled her.....moaning softly into her mouth as he tugged gently shortly after rounding the brunette's firm ass....bringing a single perfect thigh sliding upwards......

He was unsure at what point they had both finally made to the floor, fully intent as he was to give as much as he was getting. They tried position after position, each one presenting him with more of her creamy flesh.....some more provocative than others.....others still, innocent and tenderly loving.

Gods this was good. It was almost as if it would never end. And yet Grant was reminded of just how much more there was to come when Alexis slid over him, straddling him easily. He had seen her this way before.....their first time in fact.

This time, he knew.....there would be no crying when it was over. Just as there was no wickedness.....no naughty gleam in her eyes when she moved closer to him, not even when fiery lips brushed against his chest for the first time.

Only love and devotion. He had asked for all she could give.....everything.....and he was getting it.

A soft moan escaped him as her kisses slowly dipped lower. The object of her desire mere inches away.....the distance getting shorter by the minute.

"No."

He could see her confusion as she paused. And yet, when she looked back at him, it was only happiness that could be found in his young visage.

"Now kiss your pretty little head back up here."

He had called her a dirty whore back then....words that came back to haunt him now. She wasn't a dirty whore.....not tonight. This night was something so much more.....special than that.

And when their lips finally met again, he wasted no time in expressing it to her through the simple action. There's was a complicated dance, each seeking to pleasure the other.....and in turn, use the other for their pleasure.

Yet tonight, Grant was determined......they would find it together.

Her turn at control ended the second he asserted his own.....rolling Alexis over onto her back.

He was going to take his time....relish every part of her being. He could only hope Alexis.....was prepared to do the same.

 

[Annicka]

"Now kiss your pretty little head back up here." Her heart sang at the demand for it was given in the same sense they'd created so far.

Pure desire to give and receive with joy and passion not driven to it, but led into it. His willingness to stay in those boundaries shored up her ability to resist the dark.

Kissing back up his to his mouth she paused, looking deep with eyes that swam full with tears - of an entirely different nature than what he'd seen. These were the tears one wept when confronted with a beauty indescribable. Much like the feeling of holding a newborn for the first time... or witnessing a miracle, like sight for a blind man. Alexis felt this as only a damned soul could - sparkling in its purity and awe.

Her tears fell as she smiled, painting her cheeks with shiny streaks and spilling down to her boned and enhanced bosom. She dipped to meet his lips and kissed her lover with elated passion.

There was joy in their fiery kisses and caresses, each touch radiated along her flesh in heated waves.

She stilled as she ended up under him, his hands holding her wrists by either side of her head, not to imprison or restrain her but to tell her that he would be in charge of this. His control would rule this night.

The tracks of her tears could be seen in the flickering light of the fire and he kissed them away, taking her joy into himself and it seemed to Alexis like a communion of sorts - as blasphemous as that analogy seemed - it wasn't really.

She gave herself over to him with total trust. She'd not allowed trust into her twisted soul - not since before her commune with her demon lover. But this Grant, he of this night, she trusted.

Alexis murmured his name against his mouth as his kiss touched and inspired new feeling.

 

[dryfter]

The night was filled with murmurs and whispers, caresses and soft, tender nibbles meant to hold attention. With each taste, every little soft touch, he stoked the fire within his lovely little angel....forgetting for the moment that she was what she was......a fallen.

Her breath raced beneath him, his soft smile never wavering as he watched her petite chest shudder with each halting intake of air. And yet it was more than simple teasing, it was enjoyment, pleasure at its fullest extreme. Grant took his time savoring every sultry little curve of her body....

Delighting in the concave expanse of her stomach, he bent once more to deliver a gentle kiss to its smooth, warm skin, knowing full well that such perfection wouldn't hold for much longer. It was to be enjoyed and relished.....

He moved upward again, purposefully ignoring her breasts, teasing the corner of her mouth with a firm kiss before pulling away.....hearing her soft moan of disappointment as he was gone before she could turn and demand more of him.

Alexis could feel him a split second later, his face buried in the hollow of her neck, kissing as tenderly as he had the rest of her body. As her head rolled back, he was moving.....always eager to pay attention to the inadvertant places she exposed with her own movements, his kisses rolling over and across her throat before rising to the tip of her chin.

When he moved over her this time, it was with purpose.....a soft hum of relief and anticipation coming from both of them as their lips finally met once more in a blast of heat. There were no words required.....she knew what he wanted......

The time for teasing past, Grant didn't have long to wait as his angel's legs split wide for his arrival, a cute little squeak escaping her as his manhood pressed eagerly forward.....questing for its soulmate......

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It was almost enough to make her sick.

No wonder Demothraxus had called upon her. Clearly whatever machinations the demon lord had couldn't possibly be brought to fruition while this crap was going on?

She didn't have to be in the room, or even near them at all. The disgusting aura of love coming from the two of them would have given her a headache from clear across town. And having checked in just a few doors down the hallway......Andromeda was scowling with a near migraine.

It wasn't the human. Such pitiful creatures weren't even enough to faze her, though she did enjoy a little amusement from time to time, seducing so called "lovers" with her thralls.....just to watch the agony of heartbreak later. So delicious......

Not for the first time, the succubus contemplated just that. It wouldn't take much to brainwash one of the cuter maids.....a single encounter with her would elevate their receptiveness to lust dramatically.....and it would be so easy to direct that lust.....

But again.....the human wasn't the one causing her pain. To feel such.....emotion.....from a fallen such as what she had once been.....

It was staggering.

Her form shifted from one beautiful feminine figure to another, agitated and irritated to the max. If Demothraxus hadn't said specifically that he needed the human alive, she'd have taken him for her own by now. A wide smile parted the full and luscious lips she sported currently to reveal a fanged grin. Where would her love be then? How easy such things turn to dispair.....the fallen's little human nothing more than a soulless shell, no more than a sad little snack for her everpresent appetite.

Andromeda wasn't sure whether it was the headache itself that bothered her the most.....or the thought that the fallen might actually find what she herself never could. Sure......she had Satan......but to him......in all reality, she was just his favorite plaything. In the millenia that she had existed, she had grown to bear the sounds of the other fallen as he exercised his will and lust over them.....pounding his seed into them, corrupting them into the creatures they had become.......and breeding them to further his armies for the Final Day.

What she had thought was love when she chose to follow him in his damnation......had been just another of his many lies.

And as reality came rushing back in the form of a sharp cry of exstacy from the broken little angel, Andromeda scowled.

If she couldn't have that kind of future.....neither could Alexis......

She'd see to that.

 

[Annicka]

Ignoring the dark edges of her excitement, Alexis was able to fully concentrate on the moment, the breathtaking moment when Grant entered her. Every nerve seemed poised and waiting for his touch, his brand of lovemaking. They were fined tuned to each other's frequency and a perfect bond was made. Alexis locked her ankles around him and moved in sinuous counterpoint against his hardness.

She pulled him in, deep as possible and their lips parted, each staring into the other's eyes, sharing a moment of unequaled union.

There was a ripple through the very air between them and the colors in the room faded, or became muffled and muted. The aura of each became visible and then merged and Alexis cried out with the beauty of it, the intensity... and heard a faint screeching at the end of her perception of pure hatred. She ignored it and went deeper and she pulled Grant deeper into her embrace and drank from him. From his essense and soul and opened her own for him.

As their lips met again, they began moving slowly against each other. Their time slowed and within this bubble of untainted love they dallied. Every motion amplified and crystaline and separate in it's own way and those motions added to their heat.

In this, their souls were as pure as they could become - given the circumstance. No fallen had ever come close to this... and no human had come close to feeling the bond from an angel. There were still edges and places they avoided - parts that strained to be set free to run wild. There would be great lust there, but also selfish disregard and purient disgrace.

Alexis gave herself freely, opening up her very anima for his scrutiny and perusal. He could see the dark depths, ignored but unhidden.

He speared her tight depths and she pulled him in, caressed him and released him in ancient ritual. She could feel every inch - micro-inch, and her insides wept her unique fluids onto him, encouraging him with every extraordinary thrust.

She held him against her, one arm around his waist to hold his back, one wound around his neck, a hand tangling in his hair. She moved her hand until she held his ass, seeking a closer bond between them.

Alexis cried out and Grant answered, heralding a change in tempo and their movements became more determined. Their breathing quickened as their bodies, his with new hardness, length and girth, and hers, renewed wet and sensual movement.

The next kiss united them, sharing breath and moans until indistinguishable but for her next sharp cry, released in tandem with her full persona.

It was almost a physical blow, but Alexis didn't feel it except as a new height.

Her wings, shattered and broken wrapped around him as her body arched against his, questing and straining and hesitating. She searched for the rapture and brought him with her, unwittingly as it may have been. She wanted Grant to feel her... just her and the bond as she felt it. She cocooned them in a sphere of their own aura - and they met and melted.

He'd allowed her this time... this opportunity and she gave into it fully.

Unblemished with the rest of her taint.

 

[dryfter]

It was beyond blissful.....more than anything he could have ever imagined. Tomorrow was tomorrow.....let all the darkness the two of them faced be battled then. Tonight, was for learning......for true sensuality and exploration......this night was for love.

Grant moaned, shifting slightly as he felt her shudder beneath him, the sharp tinges of her pain lost upon him amidst the tremblings of a fast approaching climax. With each turgid stroke, he became more and more determined to hold out......to make this the most memorable thing that Alexis would ever experience.

Yet alas, like all things......such stamina had to come to an end. The feeling of her wings tenderly folding around him, pulling him closer to her even as he pounded himself almost feverishly into her, was more than enough to send him over the edge.

Sweat nearly blinded him, as his athletic frame was rocked by a sudden shudder, the air in his lungs blasting from between clenched teeth as he buried himself one last time to the hilt inside his lovely angel......

He knew she was pregnant......Alexis had said as much herself. And yet it felt so right.....his thick cream bursting outward to coat her slick tunnel once more, devoid this time of any thought of vile domination or breaking of will. There was no longer a need to keep her......not when she was already so willing to stay. With a groan, he felt himself empty completely, her body quivering and willingly accepting every drop of life he offered....

Sagging with finality, Grant marvelled at just how closely in time their hearts beat, each one racing with exertion.....and contented excitement. Burying his face in the hollow of one shoulder, he placed a single tender kiss.....his whisper drifting softly upward.....

"Thank you....."

 

[Annicka]

Her bones felt hollow as a bird’s and she flew with abandon, dipping and soaring with Grant as he drove his need deep. She held onto his body, his back, his ass - arching up to him, demanding his due as a lover. For a moment as they hovered at the pinnacle of release and ecstasy they were visited by a state of ...grace.

Then they toppled over the chiasm and he emptied his seed into her. Alexis rode wave after wave, almost pulling his semen from him in the eager fulfillment of their quest. Grant filled her mind and body and the glorious rapture broke free for a moment and echoed straight up to heaven - and down into hell. If there were those that wished them ill - they’d have felt the power of Grant and Alexis as they were bound together - budding, young, untried - the force in its infancy - but one that held endless possibility to grow huge and just maybe ...impenetrable.

Time seemed to slow as they quivered in each others embrace. Open, and for this brief time secure and blissful.

“Thank you.” Grant whispered, accompanied by a kiss. Alexis closed her eyes to their aura and still saw it, pulsing and breathing around them as a living thing.

“Thank you, Grant...” She trusted that for the moment, he knew what she was thanking him for. The still of greedy want - he’d translated to fiery ardor. He hadn’t mastered her, coerced or forced her and she hadn’t seduced or colored or demanded his love. They’d met as God intended, in clear and clean passion.

The fire still burned in the hearth, and when their aura faded, bathed the room in gold tones picked up by the gilt of the furniture. They stayed as they were as their pulses slowed and a brief contented sleep came to them.

In the time that they’d been consumed with each other - their combined bliss was felt by others, humans and divine and ...unholy.

For the humans, arguments were stilled and despair became hope. Greed and avid attention to card, die and machines became enjoyment of the games and many grew calm and able to remove themselves from tables and slots to buffets and each other.

The rooms occupied with couples woke to each other and they joined with each other. Some, after years of mere toleration, became honeymoon-ish with renewed enthusiasm.

Such brief respites too soon pass and are fleeting and frail as gossamer, but these are the moments that give meaning to life and all those that felt it - divine and human - were assured of God’s presence as if he’d dropped them a personal note. They may not have understood who the note writer was, but felt it anyway as a renewing of the spirit.

And those below, shall we say, the more damned... how did they feel it? The bliss of Alexis and Grant?

Singed and scalded. Repulsed and disgusted and driven from the surrounding area with the same kind of power Moses used to part the sea.

They didn’t stay away long... to be sure. But even a brief absence was unimaginable.

That they were driven away at all... Rocked the underworld a bit.

Now that could cause a ...ruckus.

 

[dryfter]

She had delivered her report.

Andromeda paced the dark and smokey lava tube she called home, her nubile and luscious form never once wavering from anything less than utterly stunning, even as it shifted from one male wet dream to another. Full chested and pouty lipped one minute, her long blonde locks fell away to reveal chestnut ringlets and a petite, athletic hardbody.

She was agitated, and the more irritated she became, the more she skinwalked.

How many more months must she endure? And why should she care? Months? Hell years were like a blink of an eye to her kind, and she was concerned about months?

She had been scalded badly by the two of them, and their thrice damned love. Such a dirty thing as a fallen should never even be capable of such a thing. But the results....the pain....had been undeniable.

Yet the succubus knew a thing or two about pain as well, and had happily returned the favor, though she hardly thought Alexis capable of knowing. At least.....not yet.

The two of them had enjoyed their holiday, and not all of it was as pure and chaste as they perhaps would have liked. A slender eyebrow had arched as she watched Grant force Alexis head down onto his cock, her throat eager to swallow everything he commanded her to take.

There was still a darkness to both of them.....one practically begging to be fed.

The change in her body was imperceptable as Andromeda's softly muttered spell flowed outward, carried along by her aura. She could almost feel the heating of the fallen's body is her fertility heightened once more despite the days old child she already carried. The succubus grinned, not knowing herself just how many more Alexis would bear......simply satisfied at the knowledge that it would be a long and agonizing labor for the once revered angel,

A fitting punishment for the pain she had had caused her......

Now if she could only be patient for nine more months......

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It had been one hell of a weekend, and this was the perfect way to end it. Crying out, her name heavy on his lips, Grant could feel the throat muscles surrounding his cock convulsing as he pushed Alexis' heavily downward, feeding her his thick seed as he arched his hips upward, nearly bruising her lips with his much needed release....

There had been very little commanding, very little whoring on her part, each content to spend the holiday soaking up the love and adulation of the other. Though there had been brief moments like this that could not be denied, a reminder to them both that they were both tainted, and she was his for eternity....

All in all, as the valet pulled his Jeep around for them, the youth's eyes lingering probably longer than they should on the svelte body of his consort.....it had been rather profitable as well. He'd never seen such luck at the tables as he'd had the last four days, easily recouping the expenses he'd incurred and then a generous amount over that.

She still wore no panties, never knowing what whim might take the two of them down the road of passion once more. The very knowledge of that fact keeping him more than ready for her.....

"We'll have to do this again sometime."

He turned to give her a smile and a wink as they pulled away from the hotel and casino. It didn't take much to leave the neon signs in the horizon and let the seemingly never ending highway carry them away.

 

[Annicka]

"Whenever you like," she smiled.

If she were a lesser being - she'd be ...sore from the consummation of their relationship over the weekend. Sitting shotgun as the city receded in the rear view window, Alexis had thought it went far beyond her hopeful dreams. She'd expected a crazed, sexual kaleidoscope and received an entirely different thing.

That didn't mean she wasn't aroused. An itch started low and spread out - trying to consume her.

As she sat next to him she felt heat. And a fierce burning that began as that itch soon settled in for a stay. Maybe set off with the blow she'd given him that was the end of their stay in Reno - his cum still coating her throat and in her belly. She felt edgy-ish now.

Grant seemed relaxed behind the wheel. At ease. With each mile that carried them closer to his home - Alexis grew more fidgety, clenching her sex together and releasing. Hard nipples poked out of her shirt and her breasts strained against her low cut blouse.

She felt the wet gather in her pussy and the scent of her was carried along the highway they traveled. A dedicated bloodhound would be on the trail and eager with the aroma of her excitement. She knew Grant felt it. The bulge in his jeans attested to it. Leaning over she put a small hand on his bulge and rubbed gently, then opened her legs.

One foot on the passenger mirror, the other on the dash, she bared her pussy, putting the seat back a little to give her more room. She displayed herself for him and any errant truckers as she played with herself, moaning. "I don't want the weekend over..."

 

[dryfter]

Grant moaned softly as he glanced over, loving the way she tossed her ebony hair over her pale shoulders as she began to touch herself in a manner that would only heighten her lusts.....

He had taken notice almost immediately of course, and not just from the shameless spreading of her angelic thighs. The scent of her arousal was omnipresent.....despite the wind whipping openly against their faces. It was almost amusing really.....to see the reactions of passersby as he passed them on the freeway. One trucker even blowing his horn and giving a hearty "HELL YEAH, BITCH!" through his open window.

"I don't want the weekend over..."

Her voice carried that husky tone to it that had always driven him insane with desire since the first time she had used it on him....her tiny hands eagerly enveloping his hard cock as she had taken over his masterbation.....her pouty, full lips having swallowed him whole....eager for his seed.

A soft shiver rippled down his spine as Grant shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Hopefully home wasn't too far away.....cause he needed to use this teasing little whore sitting next to him, and he could guarantee it wouldn't be the pure side of them coming out this time....not with as filthy and teasing as she was right at this moment......

"Who said its over? Seems to me all that's changing is the setting."

His grin was a nasty one, fueled by the straining in his pants. He wanted nothing more than to order her right now, to have her unleash is hardness and impale herself on it....furthering her little show as he fucked her while driving at the same time. And yet, some part of him knew that she was driving herself as mad as she was him......perhaps Alexis deserved to wait just a little......

"I still haven't seen you in many of those purchases, Alexis."

His voice was soft, low, and with a husky quality all its own.

"Tomorrow, you're charged with doing the task I set out before you when we began this little trip. Dress however you like, I want to feel your heat.....your dark lusts......as you do your best to seduce me......to earn your next fuck."

And yet, for now at least, he was hesitant to look that far ahead. He knew it was time right now......the gravel beneath them spinning slightly as he pulled onto the road that led to home.

Time to give in to his own darker side.

 

[Annicka]

Every word he spoke drove Alexis forward, making her wetter and more strung on her lusts. She wondered where this had come from so suddenly, briefly - and even that thought didn't stay in her mind long as she felt the dark passion slam into her again. Grant fueled it, certainly. Heavily. But somehow this was more.

She sat up, drawing her leg back into the car as they neared home, her home too now? They hadn't discussed anything really, not that the trip was for that.. but it did cross her mind.. what her status was.

Soon enough they were home and Grant held her off until they got the stuff in from the car.

Then she went straight for the bedroom, teasing him and baiting him with her ripe body.

"I want to feel you in me, fucking me with your cock until I beg for mercy."

She flung her shirt off, buttons flying and unzipped and stepped out of her skirt before trying to divest him of his clothing. "Com'on Grant, fuck your whore...." She pulled his jeans down and freed his cock, taking him in her mouth and gulping him down greedily. She stood and rubbed her glorious body against him with lewd intent. "Com'on Grant, what are you waiting for? Fuck me.."

She strode away from him and got on the bed on her knees, bending her head to the bed and opening her legs, fingering her pussy and asshole.

 

[dryfter]

It only got harder from here on out.

As if the sight of her playing with herself the entire ride home hadn't been enough to strain the fabric of his pants, the sexy little fallen had begun to tease him almost the second the jeep's wheels had slid to a halt in front of his cabin.

Pressing herself against him periodically, Alexis half pulled him inside, a low and husky moan escaping her ever so often as filthy, yet completely submissive words rolled from between those full lips. Grant watched in stunned silence as the brunette tore the clothes off of her creamy body while dancing teasingly around him.

It wasn't long before she had set upon him as well.....tiny fingers eagerly yanking at his trousers, impatient in their attempt to free his cock.

"Com'on Grant, fuck your whore...Com'on Grant, what are you waiting for? Fuck me..."

It was amazing....watching her stroke herself against him even as she drove her face downward, inhaling his turgid cock with what was becoming a practiced ease. She knew that he wouldn't be happy with just a blowjob this time though....not after all she'd done.....had been doing......

"You know where you belong, you dirty little cunt. Go there, and make damn sure you're ready for me by the time I arrive."

She was gone like a streak of purest beauty, her lithe and naked form beelining straight for the bedroom. With a quirky smile, Grant glanced down at his throbbing member.....the urge to take it in his hand and at least apply some delicious pressure to its blissful agony was almost overwhelming. Even more so as he let a hand drop to squeeze it gently.......there was no way he was going to let himself get soft before he reached her......no way at all.

He could hear the whimpers and moans long before he reached the bedroom, and her with it. As the door opened at his touch, a knowing smile spread across his face at the sight of her.....desperately trying to bring herself off just as she had on her way here.....the only difference being the finger she had sunk to the hilt in her puckered asshole.

"Look at you.....you poor thing."

Reaching forward.....he teased her folds with a gentle touch.....not disturbing her own pistoning fingers. Instead, he brushed against her moist sex, nudging fiirmly and providing sensation to all the places in that wonderful organ that she was not tending to this very moment.

"Just like a bitch in heat......just like the first day we met, huh? Is that what you're missing? I hard, thick cock to put you in your place again?"

The smell of her was intoxicating, as was her every movement....meant for him and him alone.

"Should I fuck you proper, Alexis? Or should I shove this nasty fuckpole in your ass? You seem to be rather indecisive at the moment!"