The Fallen Angel (Closed for ThePhoenixMan and I)

[ThePhoenixMan]

Damian looked at the lovely cherub, her innocence and naivety was actually quite charming, and amusing. He smiled, trying not to seem overly smug over the growing control he was taking. Little by little, he'd take this young thing and convert her into the most basest of dirty, cum loving sluts ever to walk the lands of the mortals. Then when her future was sealed, he'd lead her to the promised land, the land where fires raged, heat, lust, and passion ran rampant!

"One can wear anything to ride horseback. Even in the earliest of days, I've been told, some have ridden the great beasts without any clothing. So it is only what you feel most comfortable in, that you should wear!"

Damian walked over to the closet where some limited clothing was stored. He opened the closet and waved his hand. There wasn't much in there. But there were some things she could change into.

"There's not much here, I'm sorry to say. But feel free to take a look at what there is. You're welcome to anything that you can find, though I'm not sure what will fit."

Damian backed away from the closet and gave Cali room to gander at her options. However, as Cali rummaged through the slim pickings, rather than leave, Damian took a seat to await her. He was not about to leave the cottage until Calistial was ready to go horseback riding. He knew his presence would create a problem for Calistial, but she'd have to get used to the minor inconvenience if she was insistent on changing from her gown.

""C'mon, the horse is waiting!"

 

[Pywakit]

Calistial

Calistial waited for a few moments until it was obvious that Damian wasn't going to leave, then finally walked over to the closet to look through the clothes. Unfortunately, her fears proved accurate. While there were plenty of dresses with open backs, you couldn't wear a dress while horseback riding. And while there were several sets of trousers (the thought of wearing pants made Calistial's skin crawl for some strange reason), all of the shirts were useless; her wings simply wouldn't fit. Finally, somewhat frustrated (but thankful she wouldn't have to get naked again), she closed the closet and turned to face Damian.

"On second thought, I suppose what I'm wearing now works well enough. Lead the way to the horse, Damian."

As she waited for him to do just that, she realized something.

"Wait. Only one horse? How are we to both ride if there's only one horse?"

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Damian sat and watched as Calistial considered her options. He intentionally ensured her options were very limited. Those were the only clothes that would be offered to her during her stay. If she were determined to wear her clothes to their demise, she'd soon run out of options. Time would once again be his friend in this conquest.

He could sense her apprehension in choices along with the realization that he was not about to give her privacy to change. When she had turned and faced him with resignation, he met her with a warm and inviting smile, yet said nothing.

He had to hold back a chuckle as he opened the door and stepped outside. Calistial's voice singing in his ear, "Wait ... Only one horse? ... How are we to both ride if there's only one horse?"

Damian walked up to the grand beast and petted his thick black coat as he considered his reply. The horse neighed appreciatively and craned his neck.

"One horse? Why should I have more than one? There is only I here. I have no need for another."

Damian brought Calistial to the horse. "This here's Shadow! We'll ride together. Now mount him!" Damian glided behind Calistial and took in the lovely view of her shapely ass as he placed his hands on her hips. He could feel her jump at the feel of his hands upon her, but he lifted her light frame with great ease. He hoisted her up and helped her straddle Shadow, her pale skin contrasting against the black horse. What was even better was the way her short dress was forced to ride up and expose more expanse of fine flesh. Damian wondered if Shadow enjoyed the feel of Calistial's sex against his bare back? He knew he'd love to have that experience.

With a flourish, Damian mounted Shadow right behind Calistial, pressing tight against her, mashing her wings between them as he grabbed the reins. He scooted his hips forward pushing himself to her rear as he pulled Shadow away from the cottage.

They rode off towards the fields and the mountainous scenery. The sun beat down upon them as they rode. The warmth of the sun's rays was burning into them as he showed her the sights. As they rode, Calistial's bouncing forced her to rub against Damian in an enticing manner which made a distinctive swelling within his trousers.

 

[Pywakit]

Calistial

Calistial tried to lose herself in the ride, to enjoy the feeling of the powerful stallion under her as he effortlessly strode across the landscape. The weather and scenery were certainly breathtaking; wonderful examples of the Lord's artistry and work and talent, no doubt. The angel knew that there was much beauty to offset the cruelty of the mortal world... yet she found it increasingly difficult to focus on the beauty of the world around her, partially because how Damian pressed against her wings caused them to ache and sting, not enough to be real pain, but enough to be uncomfortable. Yet even more distracting... she could feel his manhood rubbing against the small of her back, against the cleft of her buttocks. With each of the horse's steps, she felt him shifting and rubbing against her, growing more engorged and erect with each step. Yet he did nothing to acknowledge his arousal, as if he were trying to ignore it, almost. Certainly that was it. Certainly he was hoping she didn't notice?

But how could he think that? He felt positively enormous! And then, Calistial had a brief image of how his enormity would feel not pressed against the small of her back from the outside... but how it would feel pressed against her from the inside...

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Damian continued to ride, through the fields, the sun beating down, the horse's pace quickened, the bounce of his riders upon its back doubled. Their bodies were pressed tightly, he holding the reins tightly, and her even tighter. The perspiration soaked their garments, the material becoming transparent as they continued on. His swollen member throbbed with ache and need as her rounded cheeks stroked his shaft, each rise and fall of her firm bottom, causing a pleasurable friction that could not be ignored.

Even though the ride was sexually stimulating to Damian, what excited him most was that in the midst of his ride, and despite her wings being trapped between their bodies, another golden feather lost its luster. Its vane was weathered, the rachis dried, the quill no longer held in place on her wing. It fell between their pressed bodies, falling trapped within his loose fitting shirt, its tips lightly tickling his flesh. It was for that, that Damian was most excited, for it meant only one thing. another impure thought had entered the cherub's mind, staining her, bringing her one step closer to being a mere mortal, another step closer to willingly committing herself to him, to Nefarius, to his life, his realm, his world!

He did not need to pry into her mind to find the details of her thoughts, though he did wonder in what manner she envisioned such lurid thoughts? He hastened the pace of the black stallion, it too, breaking into a sweat beneath the sweltering heat from the overhead sun, basking down upon them. And as they raced, Damian ensured she rubbed against him in the most knowing manner. As the pace quickened, so did his heart, along with his breathing. The stimulation soon became unbearable, and Damian held back no longer!

A howl, a cry of release, passed through his lips, an escape of air filling the surrounding air, encompassing the nearby hills. And then ...

Immediately after ...

An eerie silence, a near nothingness ensued, as the horse slowed. Damian, himself, mirrored the beast, his heart and breathing slowing to a calmed pace. Wetness, an evidence of his orgasm, mixed with the stains of perspiration, soaking his trousers to a darker hue.

It was then, and only then, when Damian led the horse under the canopy of trees, into the near darkness, where it was up to the trees to determine how much sunlight was allowed in.

 

[Pywakit]

Calistial

Something was happening as they rode. Calistial could sense it in the air around them, but she didn't recognize it. She felt it in the gradual tightening of Damian's muscles, the shortness of his breath... and then, when he screamed out into the deserted countryside... she froze, certain he was suddenly dying. She felt something between them, a wetness... blood? Had he been shot or cut somehow? Calistial was frozen in place on the back of the horse as he led them up under the trees; she didn't know what to do.

Finally, she spoke.

"Damian?" she asked. "Are you all right? Are you hurt? If you are, we should stop the horse... you should let me look at your wound to see if it needs to be treated, at least..."

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

The hard ride under the hot sun had created a sheen of sweat on their bodies. Calistial's sheer robe had turned nearly transparent, and Damian smiled lasciviously as he peered down over her shouler, the dark brown shadows circling the pointed tips of her breasts were clearly evident.

The release felt good, but Calistial's comments were even sweeter. Her naive innocence was almost comical, and Damian couldn't resist to play along. He rode a bit further into the forest where a blanket of soft needles. leaves, and moss lay upon the ground.

From his mount, he helped Calistial off the horse, noting how his wetness had also dampened the feathers upon her wings. He could see her eyes actively searching his body, looking for blood, a cut, a gunshot wound, or whatever it was that would cause her concern. He played it to its fullest, practically falling off the black stallion, onto his back upon the blanketed ground.

His shirt and pants were darkened from the wet stain of his release. His cock was still swollen, only slightly flaccid from his release, a hopeful twinge in his loins of what might happen shortly. He groaned out as he stretched on the ground.

"Yesss. It hurts soooo bad! Please check it! He had to fight not to erupt in laughter, doing a good job of twisting his face, making it appear as if he was in pain!

 

[Pywakit]

Calistial

Calistial was confused... there was no obvious blood on him, which had relieved her, and she'd certainly not heard anything like a gunshot. But he was obviously in pain, rocking back and forth on his back.

"Where does it hurt, Damian?" she asked as she knelt at his side, her hands clasped together nervously. He only cried out in more pain.

Now feeling very frightened... she started to think about all the other ways a mortal could suffer. Poison. Disease. Broken bones. Parasites. Even demonic possession. Whatever was paining Damian, it was inside him. Working quickly, as if on a battlefield, Calistial pulled aside his shirt to expose his chest and belly. No sign of pain yet... but there, at the lower hem of his shirt... moisture. Calistial touched it. It felt sticky, warm. She raised her finger to sniff and the musky, animal odor was so powerful she nearly fainted. Her other hand shot out to balance her, and encountered something hard and long and sticky. Something that twitched.

She looked down to see she'd put her hand right over the swelling bulge in the front of his pants.

Her eyes widened, but her hand lingered perhaps an instant too long for it to seem like an accident.

"Oh!" was all she could say.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Damian let Calistial administer to him as she sought out the reason for his outburst. He held his breath as she dragged a delicate finger through the sticky dregs slinging to his lower abdomen, trying to figure out what it was. He was almost sure she'd stick the finger in her mouth and lick the nectar. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, she had only brought it to her nose and sniffed. The musky male scent of sex, of a male orgasm, suddenly affected her in a most peculiar way.

Her pale features suddenly lost what little color they possessed, her eyes rolling back in her head, Calistial nearly fainted, falling upon him, only her outstretched hand stopping her from completely collapsing onto him. It was his luck, or could it be fate, or the manipulation of outside forces, that Calistial's outstretched hand landed squarely on his semi-rigid penis.

"Oh!"

Her gasp was music to his ears, the way her smallish hand wrapped around his swollen member was pure bliss. Damian was not about to let the moment pass without some additional impetus on his part.

"Ooooh!"

He quickly trapped her hand where it lay, placing his hand over top of hers. Lightly gripping her hand, he guided it along his length, back and forth, helping her rub it. From the tip to the base and back again, he guided her hand, sighing as it filled with blood once again, quickly hardening to its previous state.

"Oohhh! Just like that. That's where it hurts!"

His eyes were soft and pleading, full of innocence and need.

 

[Pywakit]

Calistial

Calistial felt a sudden rush of vertigo as she felt the growing stiffness through Damian's pants, felt how it filled her palm so perfectly as he guided her hand back and forth over his sticky pants. She didn't notice two more feathers drop away from her wings.

"Does it feel better yet?" she asked, and she felt a thrill run through her for some reason she didn't quite understand. Her hand was moving on its own now, rubbing him off, his hand now simply resting on hers as she worked him, a thin layer of sticky fabric the only thing separating flesh from flesh.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Damian clearly saw the feathers fall from her wings as her hand methodically rubbed his sore spot. He found it hard to hide his smile, the sense of accomplishment filling his chest as he breathed in. He was no longer forcing her hand what to do, she was doing it all her own.

He let her continue, dropping his head back, moaning slowly. It was one of those moans, where he intentionally made it unclear whether he was in pain, or enjoying what she was doing. He knew the truth! That was the only thing that seemed to matter.

It wasn't until Calistial asked, "Does it feel better yet?" that Damian knew how to approach the situation. In a strained voice, acting to the best of his abilities, making it sound as if he were still in pain, he answered her question, obviously with a lie.

"Oooooooohhhh! Nooooo!" He groaned again, lifting his hips up from the soft ground, grinding into the pressure of her hand upon his manhood. "Ooooooohhhh," he cried out again. His hand still resting atop hers, he guided her to the flared tip, resting near the waist of his trousers. "Maybe if you untied the knot and put your hand inside, and rubbed it? Maybe that would make it better?"

Damian was a good actor, and his eyes pleaded with hers to help him ease his pain. His hand moved hers directly over the knot. He sucked in his breath, hollowing his stomach, making Calistials task much easier if she took his bait.

 

[Pywakit]

Calistial

Calistial hesitated for a moment, then just nodded. She pressed down on the hardness inside his pants, holding that steel length against his own flesh, pressing but not moving for a moment as she used her other hand to tug at the knot. It came undone almost on its own accord. she pulled one of the strings to the left, then the other to the right, letting them fall to either side, and then lifted her hand.

He tented up. No longer held taut by the cord, the front of his pants lifted away from his belly, creating a dark gap down into the dark. Calistial slid her hand down into that gap, sliding her cool fingers along the flesh of his belly. He was furry there, more furry than she expected, but his flesh was almost burning to the touch. He was in the throes of some vile fever, surely! She reached deeper, confused for a moment. Her hand should have encountered the swelling by now... and when she lifted up a little the backs of her knuckles brushed against his turgid shaft.

She froze.

Calistial suddenly realized what was going on. His manhood had grown erect; he wasn't in pain, but in lust. And she realized she had put him that way.

For a brief moment, she considered staggering away, but then she realized that would be even more cruel to him, and so, instead, she rotated her hand so that her fingers could curl around him. She did so, and she squeezed, and as she did, four feathers wilted and dropped away.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Damian held his breath, his eyes half lidded, watching as the young cherub so innocently accepted his suggestion and moved to untie his pants. Her nimble fingers easily undid the knot which held the leather flaps together. And as the tension of his trousers was relieved, his flagpole rose to full staff, creating quite a noticeable tenting in the fabric. Dalian continued to watch with rapt interest as the beautiful creature parted the flaps of fabric, granting her entrance into the dark interior.

The slow voyeuristic movement of her hand was nearly maddening, but Damian remained patient, because he knew the rewards would be great. The feel if her cool fingers against his heated flesh was ezhilirating and tantalizing, but when Damian felt her fingers rustling through the forest of curls that surrounded his manhood, he nearly lurched his hips to hasten her exploration. His patience was once again rewarded when, after her knuckles brushed against his hardened shaft, Calistial shifted and wrapped those delicate, soft fingers around his shaft.

Dalian could feel his shaft pulse with excitement as her grip tried its best to encircle his girth, unsuccessfully. The rewards were doubled as he looked to see flittering feathers floating from her wings. Everything Nefarius was working diligently towards was happening exactly according to plan.

Damian groaned appreciatively and drew his hips back slightly, causing Calistial's grip to slide along his length towards the tip. "Ooohh yes. That feels so good. I think that'll help the problem. Don't stop." His voice was strained and quite husky, the imminent pressure getting to him.

Dalian rose his hips back up, meeting the cool fist wrapped firmly around him. In short motion, Damian was humping into Calistial's hand until Cali developed her own pace of striking along his length. And so they alternated between Calistial stroking him, and he humping into her hand.

And as Damian raised and lowered his hips, he managed to wriggle his trousers lower and lower, methodically working his stiff rod closer to the tented opening. Dalian drew in a sharp breath and held it as he thrust up with one last heave ... And it sprung out into the open...

 

[Pywakit]

Calistial

As his immense cock finally slid into view, Calistial paused for a moment. Her fingers looked so pale against the red, almost purple color of his meat where she gripped him. The head of his cock was slipping in and out of his foreskin as he continued to thrust through her hand. He was huge, MUCH larger than any human Calistial had seen before, and the feeling of his rigid manhood against her palm felt incredibly powerful.

Slowly, experimentally, she began to jack him, her pumps sliding all the way down his length so that the side of her hand rested against his pubes and then rising up so high that no sign of that purple mushroom tip was visible until her next downward thrust. She leaned down closer to see her work, not close enough to accidentally brush breast or lip against the meat, but certainly close enough so that when she exhaled, he would feel her breath on him.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Surely, she must have done this before, Damian swore, because her actions, her rhythm, her gentle squeezing of the thick shaft was proving to be exactly what he'd need to soon ejaculate once again. The cool touch of her hand against his heated flesh was impossible to ignore. The fever was returning and Damian groaned and moaned. The sounds were similar to the sounds he had made before, indistinguishable between pain or pleasure.

It appeared that as Calistial once again grew concerned, Damian pleaded successfully for her not to stop. He watched as her hand moved along his entire length, stroking him from base to tip, the flesh of his shaft, curling over the sensitive ridge of his crown as it disappeared within her fist. Then as she pumped down, each finger cleared over the bulbous head, pulling the excess skin back with it, forcing the purple colored mushroomed tip to pop out from her fist.

The tiny spasms began to boil within Damian's depths, and he knew he'd not last much longer. But when Calistial bent over for a closer look, all Damian could do was lunge his hips in an attempt to encourage her further, but to no avail. The only thing Damian could feel was the warm breath escape her lips, blowing across his sensitive flesh.

The one thing that did happen, seemed to capture Calistial's rapt attention. Her eyes were riveted to the tip of his cock, the single slitted opening which repeatedly winked at her, had produced a cloudy pearl. It had bubbled to the top and formed there, a tiny droplet of his precum, a thick tendril holding it in place.

Damian wondered what Calistial would do? Would she touch it? Smear it over his bulbous head? Lick it up with her tongue? Or, would she do nothing and let the bubble burst of its own accord as she continued stroking her fist up and down?

 

[Pywakit]

Calistial

She hadn't expected that. The cloudy sphere that now balanced at the tip of Damian's cock sparkled in the soft light, looking like a jewel. Holding his shaft steady in one fist, she reached out as if mesmerized and touched that dollop of pre-come with the tip of her index finger. It seemed to leap up onto the tip of her finger, and she felt its warmth as she scooped it away and lifted it to her face. She smelled it first, and she felt her whole body shudder and shake at the scent. And if merely smelling it did that much...

She began to stroke him again, but this time her eyes traveled up his body to lock onto his own, and as they stared into each other's eyes, she slid the tip of her finger into her mouth and tasted him.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Damian watched Calistial intently, enjoying every bit of her fall from grace. Even if it was taking longer than he had initially anticipated, the satisfaction he received from every litlle victory seemed to magnify his lustful desires. Every little act that she performed, every little sinful deed, each one marked by the loss of a dulled golden feather, excited him as much as the physical pleasures she was providing him with.

Now that Calistial was stroking his cock with practiced ease, Damian ogled longingly as he felt the priming of his cock with the cloudy precum. He had produced a perfect pearl at the tip of his purple head, it growing in size as more and more came to the tip. It had apparently caught Calistial's attention, because she had stopped abruptly, to gaze upon the crystal sphere perched atop the upright pedestal.

Damian had to steel himself as Calistial held the shaft steady, her eyes affixed to the dewey droplet that clung to the tip, her cool, free hand, tentatively reaching, long, manicured finger extended, brushing across the hypersensitive glans of his manhood. His cock twitched uncontrollably within her grip as the finger brushed along his surface, catching the pearlized ball upon her finger, balancing it delicately as she brought it closer for inspection.

Her eyes were glued to the droplet as she brought it nearer and nearer, finally bringing it just below her nose. He stared intently watching as her eyes, momentarily rolled back in their sockets, he feeling her body shudder as her grip on his shaft tightened. He did not realize the effect his precum would have on her, but after witnessing that, he could only imagine what would happen if she got a handful of his cum, and not just the primer!

What amazed him most, however, was when Calistial finally locked eyes with him. They were eyes that he had not seen before! It was a new look that he witnessed. It was still Calistial's face, but her eyes now held passion, and ... HUNGER. So, when Calistial brought her finger to her mouth, her eyes locked onto his, her other hand resuming the stroking motion, and inserted the finger to hungrily suckle and taste the heady droplet of seed, Damian shuddered.

He resumed raising his hips up, to meet Calistial's stroking hand. Her efforts, were successfully producing more tiny droplets, which she repeatedly snagged with her finger, always bringing it to her mouth for a sampling taste. Her eyes darted back and forth between his cock and his eyes, as Damian continually praised and encouraged her with sighs and coos of pleasure.

Finally, Damian could withstand no more, of the delicious torture, that Calistial had no idea she was inflicting upon him. "Go ahead Cali," he groaned and grunted, "Just lick it off with your tongue."

As she pondered his latest suggestion, Damian could see the bed of feathers accumulating behind the little kitten that he would transform into a frenzied feline. The mere thought made him smile and shudder through a tiny tremor as he closed his eyes and relished, basking in the warmth that was quickly enveloping the two of them.

 

[Pywakit]

Calistial

Calistial had no notion of the swath of feathers that was gathering behind her. The taste, the undeniable PASSION in the incredible flavor that filled her mouth, blinded her to everything but the man on the ground below her. When he asked her to lick him, his request seemed like the most obvious she'd ever heard.

She crouched low next to him, her breasts pressing into the side of his thigh as she brought her face down to a point just above his cock. She began milking him again, her grip tighter than before, working his flesh with a renewed need. She watched as another drop began to grow at his tip, but waited until it was almost large enough to overcome the surface tension and run down the side before she darted in and liked it away, the tip of her tongue gracing against the tip of his cock for only the briefest of seconds. If anything, the flavor seemed even MORE potent fresh from the source. She swallowed, then as she continued to pump his shaft, she slid out her tongue and buried the tip of it against that delicious hole, poking and pressing against it in a hopeless attempt to slide her tongue inside of him. Drool ran down the length of her tongue, dribbling over the head of his cock to slowly drip down the length of his shaft.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Damian was exquisitely enchanted by the events as they were transpiring. The feel of her soft breasts crushing against his thigh, moulding around the muscles of his leg as she licked the juicy pearl from the tip of his cock, were so delightful, that he fought hard not to lurch his hips up so that his purpling mushroomed head would leap like an asp and strike her in the mouth, hopefully penetrating past her lips. No! Damian remained calm, cool, and collected as Calistial slithered her tongue out to snare his droplet of seed.

Though, as much as he tried to resist, temptation urged him to raise his hands and softly reach for Calistial's face, his fingers grazing across her heated, reddened cheeks. Her tongue was drilling into him as her saliva dribbled along his length, tiny rivers of slick wetness, that excited him. His fingers creeped further around her head, weaving through the golden locks of hair, gathering them between his fingers as he slowly and methodically cradled her head in his hands. His grip tightening, now that he had a firm hold, pulled playfully, but pushed at the same time.

It was an encouraging push, urging her to simply take the next step in the natural progression of her exploration. He was pulling her to him, her tongue unable to drill any deeper, but her mouth coming closer and closer, her pink lips narrowing the gap between them and the purple colored mushroom. A mere fraction of an inch ... and then ...

 

[Pywakit]

Calistial

It seemed almost natural when Calistial finally relaxed, just enough so that the pressure of his hand on the back of her head caused her to lower onto his cock. Her mouth descended around him, yet still only the tip of her tongue was in contact with him, the tip pressing harder and harder as she sunk lower. Finally, she closed her mouth, and her rosy lips locked just around the rim of his crown, pressing in all around him. Immediately, her mouth began to fill with saliva, bathing him, anointing him with her heavenly fluids. Her hand continued to stroke him, pumping his shaft now from base up to her lips in long, bold strokes.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

One little step at a time, Damian thought as Calistial finally clamped her mouth over the bulbous head. He cooed delightfully, "Mmmmm, that feels so good." His voice was soothing yet filled with anticipation. His grip tightened slightly, tugging on the blond locks, urging her head lower upon his shaft. Every time her hand slipped down to the base Damian pushed her mouth just a bit lower and lower.

He could feel the abundant saliva, moisture about the tip of his cock. He was sure his cock was producing more and more of the priming liquid that was seeping from her efforts.

Just beyond her head, Damian could see a growing pile of dulled feathers gathering. Her complete demise was coming quicker and quicker. Soon, he would have Calistial right where he wanted her, and she'd have no option but to follow him to the deepest darkest corners of his world. The thought of that inspired him as much as her warm, wet mouth enveloping his cock.

 

[Pywakit]

Calistial

Slowly but surely, she took more and more of him into her soft, silky mouth. And unlike a mortal woman might... Calistial had no need to eat, and actually no real need to breathe. As a result, neither did she have a gag reflex. So as she took him deeper and deeper into her throat, she really didn't have much of an idea that what she was doing was something that a human woman would have had to practice at. It simply came natural to her.

Her mouth was swimming in spit and what was leaking from his tip. And since she didn't want to release that spit onto him, to dirty him with it, she kept her lips tight around that shaft, encircling him halfway down his length. She paused, then swallowed against him, gulping down her mouthful of saliva and momentarily creating a powerful suction around his cock.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Damian groaned loudly when Calistial began sucking his length with a powerful force that seemed desirous to bring forth all his seed. He had already helped her to take in half his length, the bulbous tip billowing the hollow of her rosy cheeks. Her golden locks were entangled within his fingers as he eased her down, down and down further, she seemingly having no problem taking his entire length all the way into her mouth until he was nudging into the back of her throat.

"Mmmmm, oooooh YESSsss!"

Damian allowed his eyes to roll back, temporarily blurring his vision of the lovely cherub. He rolled his hips, the feel of her tongue against his shaft tickling his nerves. He wriggled and writhed, the feel of her throat muscles gently squeezing the crown as she sucked and sucked.

The sensations were too intense to withstand much longer. Damian tightened his grip, and without warning, allowed the demon seed to shoot from his cock straight into Calistial's mouth, giving her little option but to swallow the copious amount of hot liquid filling her. He dug his heels and shoulders into the soft moss, raising his hips as he steeled himself, keeping Calistial's suctioning mouth tight against his groin.

He kept her pinned as his insides erupted time and time again, his shaft throbbing with each heartbeat, each pulse forcing another thick streaming comet into the pool forming in her mouth. His spasms continued, until he collapsed back down onto the soft nature's carpet, catching his breath as his eyes focused on the blonde still held tightly onto his shaft, trickles of the frothy mixture of his seed and her saliva seeping from the corners of her mouth.

 

[Pywakit]

Calistial

The incredible heat, the overwhelming flavor that had flooded Calistial's mouth shocked her... both with its sudden and almost overwhelming force, and with how her body reacted. It was incredible, almost as if a switch had been tripped inside of her. She'd never tasted anything quite like this before... and she wanted more.

Finally she felt him slump, felt his cock slow and then stop its outflow. Her mouth was full of him, meat and seed alike, and she swallowed, taking the majority of the load into her belly before she opened her mouth and sat up. His cock bobbed at half-mast, its sides frothy with what she'd pulled from him and mixed with her own spit. She reached up and wiped her lips, her fingertips coming away with more of the froth, and almost instinctively she slid those fingers back in to suck them clean. Her cheeks were flushed, her wings dull, her breathing heavy and hard. She knew she'd passed a point of no return, and what lay before her was as mysterious and exciting as it was terrifying. She licked her lips again, enjoying the lingering flavor, and sat quietly, waiting for Damian to recover his wits, waiting for him to speak.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Damian looked on in amazement as Calistial relished the offering he had given her, licking her lips, suckling the drippings from her fingers with a hungry glee. His cock was limp, yet still showing signs of his release mingled with her saliva. An even more pleasant sight, was the pile of dulled feathers accumulating behind her.

Damian's fingers were still entwined within her golden locks, as his eyes came to focus once again on hers.

"Ahhh, that feels so much better ... sooo much better!"

He applied more force once again, bringing Calistial back to his cock. His eyes took on a pleading look, belying the sinister intent behind them.

"It'd be just perfect, if you'd lick it clean."

He really didn't give Calistial a choice in the matter, urging her head downward, holding it there until her tongue snaked out to do just as he had asked. He was more forceful this time, more determined in directing Calistial in what he wanted done, what he expected of her, his grip tightening.

The feel of her silken tongue gliding along the side of his length, tickled and excited him, but not as much as the control he was slowly gaining over her.