The Fallen One

[AngelRavenWing]

Hello all. I am new to Literotica, but not new to the world of role-playing or erotic, creative writing.

I have written a basic beginning to a story that hopefully for my writing partner and myself, will develop as it goes along into something dark, erotic, imaginative, and passionate.

As you can see, my character is a fallen Angel.

I am looking for a Writer who can write more than just a few lines (paragraphs would be preferable. A Writer who can develop a character, give life to said character, and who is not just in it for sex.

I enjoy a dark imagination, and there is not much that is taboo in my world, and once a Partner has been chosen it is something we can discuss.

I, again, enjoy the darker side to erotic writing, involving aspects of horror (vampires, demons, etc) and non-consensual sex (meaning rape and force, when appropriate to the story), Master/slave, Dominance and submission, psychological play, mind fucking. That gives you an idea of what I enjoy when writing.

I want a Writer with a ideas on where to go with this story, but I do not tend to plan everything down to the letter. I like thing to develop, I like being made to think when I write, to have to react, and I enjoy NOT knowing what my opposing character is going to do.

Please PM me with character ideas (anything from a Demon in human form (or having possessed a human) to Lucifer himself, to a holy man finding her, to an average man who becomes obsessed with her and in turn becomes perhaps psychotic, to a Doctor/Scientist who wishes to experiment on her. HE will know what she is, perhaps having seen her fall, perhaps he caused her fall, He can reveal he knows, or hide that fact, He can be a killer after a kill, or a just turned 18 year old who wants to play with her, and again, being with her in turn corrupts him. These are some ideas of what I am sort of looking for.

Intense, Erotic, Detailed, Imaginative.

I look forward to finding that perfect writing partner.

Please know that it may take me a day or two to decide who to write with, and that I post at least a couple of times a day, mostly during the day. I ask for a regular Poster, daily or every other day will work fine for me!

Now, let me introduce you to Serene, the Fallen One
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Her fall to earth was spectacular. A streak of silvery light, a golden hue within the middle. This "falling star" as many called it, lit up the midnight sky for what seemed like miles. Some thought a meteor had illuminated the atmosphere, burning brightly as it sunk into the ever thickening air. Others made wishes, whispering the old, well known, song "when you wish upon a star", even if it was a falling star.

She was quite visable to many, many people. It was the small fact that the majority of those many people had no idea what they were looking at.

She tried to break her fall. Her terrified, pitiful scream was torn from her throat as she fell. A throat that more often than not sang, not screamed. Her body, slender, lithe, supple, and very naked, tumbled as she fell. Her wings, weakened from the sheer velocity, could get no purchase in the dark air around her, and instead were nearly ripped from her body.

She hit the ground with a sickening thud. If she had been anything other than what she really was, she would simply be dead. A fall like this would not kill an Angel tho, weaken her yes, damage her yes, but not kill her.

Would it have been better off had she been dead on impact?

Perhaps.

In fact, yes, it would have.

Why? You ask?

Because now she was vunerable.

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The kids dashed ahead, the mothers walking along the park trail. New York was relatively quiet this particular Sunday morning. The 2 moms had decided to take advantage of the gorgeous spring day and take the kids out for a walk, or in the kid's case, a run, in the park.

Central Park.

Soon, more than likely by 10am, this place would be bustling. More mothers and kids, more families walking perhaps to church or grandma's. Young men walking their dogs, throwing frisbees and bouncing balls. By noon, picnics would dot the green grass here and there, laughter and the soft clinking of ice being tumbled into glasses brought for cold drinks.

She would not be alone anymore.

In fact, she wasn't alone now.

She had fallen into a more secluded stretch of the park. Where, perhaps the hikers or joggers may venture, and in this case, a couple of playful kids.

"Mommy, Mommy, there a lady laying in the grass" Karen came running up, breathless in her excitement, followed by little Jake "I think she's naked" he panted, his face as red as a tomato. 9 year olds knew that being naked was not, normal.

She could hear those precious, breathless voices. Kids were always so innocent, she could hear it in their songs.

Too weak to move, she tried to gather her thoughts about her. What would happen to her? Wait, what would they, meaning the kids, and their mom's or whoever stumbled upon her, do when they saw her glittering silver white wings, tipped in gold??? Using what stength she had left, and she did not have much, she folded her wings tight against her back, the soft feathers molding to her spine, melting slowly into the skin, until they were invisible, at least for now.

A gasp from one of the mom's was the last thing she heard, her strength gone, Serene the fallen Angel, fell once again, into blackness.


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Serene

Angel, Fallen from the Heavens

She is ageless, but looks to be 22

A mane of raven black, rare for a pure Angel as she. Most have that typical golden blonde, and many thought she was tainted because of the midnight blackness of her hair. Perhaps that cause her fall.

Her eyes are a dark crystal blue, reflective, like the clearest mirrors reflecting the sharp deepest blue of an ocean.

Her wings, are a striking silver, tipped in pure gold.

 

[AngelRavenWing]

Black Bart as graciously agree'd to write with me. This story is Closed to Him and myself.

We both hope you all enjoy!​

 

[BLACK BART]

The beast turned and woke far below the surface of the rock called “Earth”, his eyes glowing dark red as the sensations around him slowly sank in and the first awareness of reality began to form in over a thousand years.

“She’s here, on the surface above”

The sounds of thousands of voices came to his mind and he growled, remembering just why he had found this place and chose to remain in it for so long.

“Shut UP, I felt her!”

He warned with a savage, biting tone…then grinned as the voices subdued.

He rolled again and stretched his muscles, feeling them ripple and pop over the length of his body and smiling at the feeling of being alive again, then grimacing just as quickly as he felt the first pangs of hunger.

“Food”

He spoke to no one but himself and growled as he heard a thousand united voices laugh softly…

“The beast is going to feed…..Feed, yes….It always feels so good when he feeds….It’s been so long….Let him FEED!”

“SHUT UP!”

The beast snapped and began to churn through the rock and earth, slowly climbing upwards in anticipation of finding fresh food and abating his hunger.

“But the Angel?….What is he going to do with the Angel?….Will he corrupt her again?….Why has she come, now?…..The beast must HURRY!”

“I said…..SHUT UP”

The beast thundered, his voice rolling off the pile of rock that grew by the second as he moved higher with each talon tipped fist-wreaking havoc on the earth above him.

“I have waited a thousand years, and I can wait a few more hours, the angel is weak and not going anywhere far away, and if she did…I’ll find her…for the Earth and all that are on it.... is MY domain!”

The beast had woken… The presence of a fallen angel interrupting his peaceful slumber, as well as the hunger within him…. and soon he would walk the earth once more and give her a “proper” greeting. It was only a matter of time, His time, and when they met he would sate his hunger with her body...and soul.

 

[AngelRavenWing]

A Picture of Serene

The Fallen Angel, Serene

 

[AngelRavenWing]

The darkness was not her friend. Not the darkness in her mind, swirling, slithering, snaking deep into her consciousness, and not when the sun slept and the Earth rested. Even that darkness, was not, and would never be, her friend.

Her eyes slowly opened. It was dark where she was.

Wait, where was she?

Her last memory was of the voices, children's voices. Innocent, sweet, the songs of children gave her life. The alarmed voices of those children had followed her into the shadows of unconsciousness. It was those voices that had given her comfort in that consuming darkness, that had drawn her out of it.

But the voices were gone. All was quiet.

No, wait, she could hear something. Muffled, people, adults, talking. Not talking to her. Talking in the distance. Male, Female.

The room around her came into focus. It was dark, but not the pitch dark she feared. Light flickered in from outside, dim, moonlight, accented by the artificial lights that surround the Hospital. Sitting up, Serene blinked, letting her eyes adjust. She was alone, it was fairly quiet. There was nothing threatening her, not yet at least.

And, she was no longer naked. A soft cotten shift of some sort, clung to her body, touching, tickling loosely along her curves. It was the most hideous color of blue she had ever seen.

Bare feet find the cool floor. Silent, she crept to the door. The voices were fluctuating. Whoever was speaking, they were moving. Some moving away, others a little closer, some stayed in place.

"How long has it been now?"

"Well, she was brought in the morning of the 5th, that was what, 2 days ago? Hasn't woken up yet, but the Doctor said she's not in any kind of coma. Just exhaustion. No one knows who she is. She was naked, bruised, battered. Cops think she must have been attacked, but she wasn't raped. They're baffled too. Usually a victim that looks like this, naked, bruised, is raped, yanno"

"well, maybe someone scared off the guy?"

"maybe"

"feel bad for her"

"eh, I gave up caring a long time ago, too hard to let your emotions get the best of you. The Cops want to speak to her as soon as she wakes up. We better check on her. Last check was at 6pm, it's nearly midnight now"

"Cool, then we can take a dinner break, sound good?


"Dinner with you always sounds good" this was followed by a light giggle.

The voices were drawing closer. One was male, the other female. Serene guessed it was the female that was giggling. She had forgotten what laughing sounded like.

Wait, wait, had they been talking about her? It suddenly dawned on her as the voices came closer and closer. Her heart racing, her mind spinning, Serene dashed back to the bed. Did she want them to know she was awake?

The vibrations started at that moment. Deep rumblings that seemed to come from just beneath her feet. At first she thought only she could feel them, until she heard the excited, and scared, cries coming from outside her door. The thudding of running feet, mingling with the quaking that was going on.

"Earthquake!! Earthquake!!"

"What, here? This isn't California, this is New York. I don't understand???"

"Understand this, THIS IS AN EARTHQUAKE!"

The earth continued to growl and moan, it felt as if it lasted forever.

"Calm down people, calm down"


"But Doctor"

"Listen, there have been earthquakes in this region before, they are just a bit more rare. I remember, when I was in Harvard, up in Boston, in the early 60's" (this was a older Doctor, obviously). "There was quite the earthquake. Was the talk of the town. That is until the Boston Strangler murders started. Then everyone forgot about the earthquake."

The Doctor paused, looking at the people gathered around him. The quiet hall of the Hospital was now bustling with activity. Scared patients were crying out, nurses, interns, were dashing room to room, checking patients and equipment. A moment later, and the violent shaking ceased.

People were crying, talking, trembling.

Serene, the Angel, was cowering in the corner of her room. The earthquake didn't really frighten her, what sent a cold chill sliding down her spine was the low, hungered growl she had heard, a low growl followed by a scream, and the ripping of flesh. Had the others heard that? No, no, they had not. To them, it was nothing more than an earthquake.

They were wrong........


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"Last night, at midnight, a 6.2 earthquake shook the New York area, a rare occurence." The news droned on. The report encompassed the damage assessed, cracks in walls, some cracked sidewalks, injuries that included broken limbs and heart attacks. A wall at a newly built school had come down, a few older buildings had to be cleared out for fear they would collaspe. Broken windows, car alarms, store shelves cleared as everthing tumbled off. It was all really pretty basic.

The news focused on the earthquake, and the murder was not even mentioned until 15 minutes into the report.

"A body was found today, this morning, in Central Park. The young female, police estimate her to be a 19 year old , perhaps out jogging in Central Park overnight. There has been no further comment on the condition of the body, but sources tell us that it appears she were attacked by an animal. At least that is what they are hoping. To have another human do what was done to her, would be unthinkable. But again, this is what our sources are telling us. The Police are remaining quite tight lipped about it all so far"

The camera shot to a large gathering of cops, several of them were ghost white after seeing the body.

"NO COMMENT!!!" snapped the Captain.

He dared not tell the press what he has seen. The girl was torn apart. It was clear she had been raped, and then her throat ripped out. It was not a pretty scene. It looked to him as if someone had attacked her, viciously raped her, then let his pitbull, a BIG pitbull, more like a Wolf, or a Lion, or a Bear, as it looked to him, tear into her. Shaking his head, he turned away from the camera. Sometimes he really hated his job.

It was mid afternooon before things had calmed down enough for that same older Doctor to check on Jane Doe, that being Serene. But when he did, she was gone. Serene was vunerable as it was, sitting in that place only made her even more helpless, and she knew that, she HAD to get out.

She knew what had happened, knew, deep down, what the earthquake was, and what the victim, that poor girl, had endured. Well, she didn't "know", but she, being an Angel, felt the emptyness, the terror, deep down within her, that told her that Something had awakened that night, Something evil, Something vicious Something lethal, had awakened and fed, and fed deeply.

The chill that clung to her spine would not leave her, as she made her way out of the Hospital. It was easy enough to find clothes, she simply raided one of the nurses lockers, and stole her street clothes. Now clad in jeans and a pink tee shirt, both fitting just a little tight, she walked out into the sunshine, still bare feet so very quiet on the warm concrete sidewalk.

Looking up, she took a deep breath, letting the light bathe her form.

 

[BLACK BART]

The beast had satisfied his hunger. Her blood and cries of pain were simply the final touch of amusement, her eyes begging him when her torn out larynx could no longer....

And now he walked the earth in the guise of a human, offering sanctuary to all that looked for it, his lips formed into a kind smile and offsetting the evil hidden deep behind his eyes.

"Come IN, I have food and shelter for all...."

He stood on the street and held the doors apart wide of the ancient church....now reopened...

"God has room for ALL and so do I"

In single and in pairs they came, taking his hand and giving thanks to them before they entered, their eyes worshiping the tall, lean man who wore the white collar as they thanked him and called him.....

"Father"


And as the numbers grew into the hundreds the doors stood open, the man beside them standing in the darkness to fend away the two legged wolves that would enter and take the lives of the men and women inside.

"LEAVE, these...are MINE"

The voice of the beast growled and his eyes glowed as the would be murderers pissed themselves and then ran away.

The figure of the man stood beside the doors as darkness fell, and like a statue remained there until the sun rose...and a lone figure seemed to walk out of it's multi-colored rays....and he offered his hand.

"Come child, we have room for one more in this house....and have all that you seek....inside these walls."

 

[AngelRavenWing]

"Come child, we have room for one more in this house....and have all that you seek....inside these walls."


Serene blinked. How had she ended up here? Standing before this ancient, yet still very beautiful, at least to her eyes, church? She did not remember walking here. She did not remember the journey. How long had it taken? Minutes? Hours? Days? Where she had been was a mystery to her. Did it matter?? Time to her, as it was to Him, moved differently than for the mortals that gathered around them.

She was in the same clothes. It felt as if mere moments had passed, but she knew, deep inside, that the Evil had been present alot longer than that.

She needed help.

That......

That was why she stood before this church.

He would help her, wouldn't He?

Serene, at least at this moment, did not see what lurked behind the kind eyes that looked at her. Alone, scared, and knowing that Something hunted her, she sought refuge at the one place she thought would be safe.

There had not been another quake. That much told her that only One hunted. She prayed she was right.

"Thank You, Thank You Father" she whispered, her fingertips touching His for a moment. It was electric, the shock making her shudder as she pulled back, not understanding.

There were others there. Lost, their voices as innocent as her own. Altho, mingled within, were others. A very few. But there were always others, looking to worship. Knowing what lingered there. Knowing the fate of themselves and others. All that clouded their vision was the thought of power. It was those thoughts, those feelings, that Serene felt, overlooking the Serpent before her.

She stepped into the quiet murmer of the church. The warmth surrounding her still shivering body. She glanced back at the Father, and a soft smile lit across her lips, those soft, trembling pink teirs.


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The news of the horrific death had faded, amongst the stories of the Quake, and the aftermath. The police, unable to find any leads, began to focus on other, less disturbing crimes, that were happening in the City, that always happened in the City.

Only the Captain refused to forget the look in that poor woman's eyes. Her name had been Eve, Eve Gambrel. The Captain, a church going man, wondered what evil this Eve had faced, and was it anything like the same evil the original Eve had looked upon.

 

[BLACK BART]

"Thank You, Thank You Father"

"You're welcome child, I offer shelter to all regardless of where they've walked in their past lives, and though God offers forgiveness to those that repent?"

Father "James" smiled knowingly and closed the doors behind him, then followed his last "guest" into the once glorious church.

"I will keep an eye on the ones who have strayed the farthest off the path, and protect the innocent ones like you, I think it best you use my quarters while I tend to the individual needs of my "flock".... I'll bring soup and some bread we can share after you've rested?"

And as the fallen angel lifted her weary face and nodded, Father James called another woman to them and whispered quiet instructions that the dirty cheek woman nodded at and offered a hand to the woman next to them.

"Sarah was born with the inability to speak child, I'm sorry I don't know your name....but she will see you safely to my rooms until you lock the doors behind you, now if you don't mind...my work here has just begun?"

Father James touched the fallen angels shoulder and watched the air until they were down the stairs that led to his quarters, then turned to move to the pulpit to lift his voice and hands.

"Gather around me children and let me tell you of the real story about two immortal beings and the battle they've fought since before the Earth began...."

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And as the large group formed a circle around the pulpit and the being who stood behind a storm began to rage outside, the elements growing loud and ugly as if they battled each other...the stars gone from sight as the clouds of wrath formed and hail fell from them and large gouts of lightning tore across the sky...

While inside a new religion was born, Father James spreading his own "gospel" as well as a generous "laying on of the hands"

"Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear NO evil, for I alone have met evil in it's darkest form....and consumed it whole!"

 

[AngelRavenWing]

"Sarah was born with the inability to speak child, I'm sorry I don't know your name....but she will see you safely to my rooms until you lock the doors behind you, now if you don't mind...my work here has just begun?"

Father James touched the fallen angels shoulder and watched the air until they were down the stairs that led to his quarters, then turned to move to the pulpit to lift his voice and hands.

"Gather around me children and let me tell you of the real story about two immortal beings and the battle they've fought since before the Earth began...."


Serene followed the silent one, the girl, as if in a trance, leading her from the Father, down a long, dark hall, and into a candle lit room. With a soft touch to Serene's arm, the girl showed her the bathing room, and the adjoining sleeping chamber. It was obvious the front room was a study, with a large desk and shelves heaping with books.

His voice, gentle, reassuring, comforting, fading from the softness in which He spoke to her, seeming to know that she were.... different, to the louder, growling proclamation regarding the "real story about two immortal beings and the battle they've fought since before Earth began"

The deep roar of thunder startled her as the storm outside began. Sarah all but ignored the storm, the rumbles of thunder and the bright slices of lightening that slithered in thru the one high window on the study did not seem to phase the girl at all. A cup of tea was made and left for her, and with that, Sarah turned and left with a almost "knowing" smile. Serene found that smile, chilling.

She settling herself near the fire the girl had kindled for her, she drew a blanket about herself. Her mind was exhausted, her body just as tired. She would be safe here, right?

She fell asleep. Most would think that was a good thing. In Serene's world, it was not. It allowed her mind to go unguarded, open up, become vunerable. Very vunerable.

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He stood in front of the bound Fallen Angel, there in the darkness, leering at her. Serene tried to scream, eyes wide, staring, barely seeing, but the sound was nothing more than a low groan from behind the gag.

Her arms were stretched over her head, cuffed and chained above her. Her bared feet could barely brush the floor. She was helpless, and to her horror, nearly naked. Clinging to her body was nothing more than a tore, ragged shift. Struggling, she tried to move, to push back and away from those glowing, leering eyes before her in the shadows. She found only the wall at her back, so close behind her. She was trapped.

How had this happened? How had she been so easily captured, bound, gagged, helpless?

The Beast before her slowly leaned forward, coming just a little more into view. But all she could focus on was His eyes, those glowing, hellish eyes.

He smiled at her, razored fangs almost gleaming in the dark. A large taloned hand came up, each grabbing a breast, He freeing one, then the other from the meager confines of the shift, which now only hung from her waist. His breathing became a little deeper, almost a low growl, as His hands now kneaded and fondled first her right breast and then her left, his thick clawed fingers pressing into the soft pliant flesh.

"sssstop... please" she tried to beg from behind the gag, but the sound was nothing more than a gurgle and that only made him laugh, a savage, obscene sound.

He began pinching each tender nipple, deliberate, hard, wanting her to feel pain and pleasure, wanting to see her writhe and squirm, to hear her moan beneath the gag. The dark peaks beginning to warm to His touch as she squirmed and struggled and He found this very amusing. She was still, after all, female, even if she was an Angel. Rolling the swelling peak between his thick thumb and forefinger, brought forth a mournful, and what He took as perhaps aroused moan from beneath the gag. Serene could feel the sensation racing thru her, as He manipulated her nipples, rolling, pinching and groping her breasts.

His breath was hot, and disgusting against the side of her neck where He now leaned in to nuzzled at her, His grunts vibrating along the skin, making her cringe. She closed her eyes as he continued what he was doing, "please, don't do this" she whimpered, as He painfully pinched her right nipple, feeling the warmth in His fingers as he rolled and pulled at it, enjoying that begging from beneath her gag. He could easily make out the words, the gag was left loose just for that reason. He liked begging.

"My Angel, I like those sounds, those moans, yessss" he growled in her ear, his breath warm and moist, the feeling slithering thru her. Serene could only tremble against Him as her body fought off the senstaions He was was causing her, her lips quivering.

He smiled at her, a dirty, obscene smile, and before she could react, or even realize what He was going to do, that snarling, smiling mouth was latched onto her left nipple. She screamed under the gag, to no avail. No one would ever hear the muffled sound accept Him. No one was there to help her, save her. No one. She was at His mercy.

He pressed against her, forcing her back hard against the wall behind her, the chains that held her arms over her head groaning slightly. Cupping her breasts in His hands, He suckled and bit at her nipple, Serene writhing and struggling, but that only seemed to excite The Beast all the more. She was helpless, bound and gagged, helpless for him to use. Just that thought made Him harder than he had ever been before, his cock was aching as He suckled at her, enjoying the feeling of her taut nipple in His mouth. A virgin Angel, fallen from the heavens, at His mercy, to use as He pleased.

As He suckled and bit at her, He ran the thumb of His other hand over her other nipple, getting it more aroused... more.. ready... for Him. He pulled from her left, and devoured her right, suckling so hard that He left a deep red marks around both her nipples. His body pressing into her as she struggled and whimpered, her nipples burning and aching from Him. Her skin was flush, warm and she was getting wet. The Angel's body was betraying her, and it was something she could not help, nor stop.

He sank His fangs back into her left nipple once more, Serene screaming beneath the gag as the burning sensations shot thru her. Her nipples were deep red, swollen, yet He would not let up. He was feasting on her, but, it would get worse, so much worse.

The Beast, aroused, excited, shoved one hand down between her legs. She tried again to scream under the gag, but His own grunts and groans overshadowed any sounds she could make. His fingers found her sex, and, He paused, releasing her nipple and looking at the captive girl. He was genuinely surprised to find her slick and wet.

"ahhhh My Angel" He grinned, and one might have thought He would just plunge a clawed finger or 2 right into her, but He did not. Instead He began an obscene stroking, slow and deliberate as He relaxed his mouth around her nipple, releasing it and licking it with the very tip of His tongue.

Serene's body, bound as it was, could still move, and her hips did, slowly rocking to the motion, her body moving without the benefit of her mind telling it too. His hand felt obscene, dirty, yet the massaging, caressing, felt good. She was disgusted with herself, and a tear slowly slid down her cheek .

Her breathing became ragged as He continued stroking, His rough fingertips finding and arousing her clit. "Now I see what you like" He almost seductively whispered as He felt her trembling, felt her becoming wetter and wetter. With a thick middle finger, He circled her clit, watching her eyes go wide as she tried to hide what it was doing to her. He only smiled, a dirty, toothfilled grin, and let that finger press to that tender swelling clit.

He leaned his head in and began kissing her neck, as if He were her lover, His lips wet and lewd, gliding along the curve of her throat. His finger moved back and froth within the folds of her sex, searching, and locating that tight entrance. Slowly, deliberately, He began to push that thick middle finger into her. Oh yes, He could have viciously raped her had He wished. But this, this torture was much more satisfying to the Beast. Hearing her cries, seeing her anguish, watching as her body reacted.

Serene cried out under the gag, tears flowing from her eyes. A muffled "no, oh God NOOOO" could be heard, but again, only by Him. But He did not stop, and ever so slowly He let that finger push within the warmth of her. He finally stopped, about 3/4 of the way in. She was shuddering. Her wetness dripping down his penetrating finger and over his knuckles. Her silken warmth was exquisite. Tight and pulsing around that finger.

Growling against her neck, His hips pushing his raging hardon against her thigh while He fingered her, He pulled out slowly, then slide it back in, deeper this time, back out again and back in as she cried.

"enough of this" he grunted, pulling his hand from between her legs.

The Angel's eyes went wide at this words. What was He going to do next?

The Beast dropped to His knees before the captive Angel, she looking down in horror, shaking her head wildly as the Beast's face came closer and closer to her sex. Reaching up, He lifted her legs over His shoulders, opening her with His fingetrs, seeing her clit, swollen, reddened. His tongue danced out to touch, lick, and Serene shuddered violently, her helpless gaze going to the ceiling overhead as she moaned into the gag. The sensataion was like nothing she had ever felt before.

The Beast was in extasy, and almost unable to control himself, He devoured her.

Serene was helpless as He feasted upon her, His tongue now thrusting into her dripping wet sex, worming inside and tasting, licking along the slit, teeth raking her clit. The feelings that were exploding thru her were confusing and uncontrollable and she found herself rocking to His mouth, her hips beginning to roll slowly. "That's it" she heard Him grunt, He using one hand to open the folds of her cunt and expose the dark, swollen peak of her clit again. He flicked his tongue over it, feeling her shudder, hearing her groan and He continued to flick His tongue over it, then taking it into His lips for a light suckle. She was trembling, quaking, and moaning continuously now as He thrust His thick finger back into her, His tongue circling that pulsing clit of hers, His breath warm over it..

Serene, the Fallen Angel, could not help what happened next, the wave of pure pleasure that shot thru her, that made her quake viciously in her chains, she bit down on the gag as she climaxed, the orgasm spilling sweet fluids from the depths of her pussy, rewarding the Beast for His actions. Hungrily He lapped at what she fed Him, drinking from her, feeding from her orgasm as her body shook against the bindings that held her.

He had to pull back gasping, as Serene panted, head hanging down, her body limp in the chains. He stood, smiling, her own juices now smeared across His lips and chin. He lifted her head with a finger under her chin, staring into her eyes. His smile was so very evil.

With his other hand, He encircled His now raging hard cock.

He stood back, looking at the bound girl. Serene had no strength to try and stop Him, not after that shuddering orgasm. He stepped forward, wrapping first one leg about Himself, then the other. His cock in hand, He rocked forward and into the struggling, writhing, gagged Angel, trapping her against the wall. His thick hard cock forcing it's way into the well lubed, slick, wet,tight entrance of the Angel's body, into her virginal sex.

The Beast sneered as He felt the barrier that marked her as a true virgin, and reared back, His cock slipping from her raped sex, He plunged forward and broke thru, tearing, Her pure blood spilling over His cock, slick and warm, Serene arching her back in pain, her legs tightening around His hips as He rocked all the way inside her, feeling the silken walls of her sex embrace Him, wrapping tightly around him. A scream tried to erupt from her throat and thru the gag that she viciously was biting down on, the sound a vibrating moan that shook thru her whole body. Her sex spasmed around him, the muscles adjusting to His length and size, her sheath slick and tight.

His lust and arousal were now in full control, He grabbing her hips, His own bucking forward and back as He takes her, fucks her, His cock coated slick with her own lubrication and blood, her body shuddering with every hard thrust, breathing coming in rythmic gasps to His pounding. She was vice like tight, wrapping around his cock with every plunge into that wet hole, His balls slapping wetly against her, His own breathing grunting and groaning as He fucks her, bodies rocking, He ramming deeper and deeper into her body, the head of Him slamming into her cervix, making her face contort in pain and pleasure, a obscene combination that brought a smile to His lips as He raped her, her own juices dripping from those lips.

His hard bucking into her felt as if it went on forever, He increasing in speed, ramming, pounding, the feel of her body against him, her legs wrapped tight about Him, her pussy open to Him, filled with Him,

"YESSSSSSS" came the deep throated roar just as He exploded into her, filling her spasming pussy with a heated spray of His Demonic seed, the sheath of her sex clenching Him, milking Him as He pulsed and throbbed inside of her. Serene sobbed, feeling Him fill her, defiling her, fouling her.

The Beast stepped back, allowing His cock to slip free of her pussy, He leaking the last of His seed, dripping from her own heated juices. He too was panting from the exertion of the rape.

The Angel lowered her head, letting the tears slowly trail down her cheeks. Her body was limp and quivering, a mingling of blood and cum, her and His, ran down the inside of her thighs.

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Serene shook herself awake, covered in a sheen of sweat. The fire had almost gone out, the room itself was chilled and damp, yet she was heated, skin glistening wet. It was quiet, she no longer hearing any voices, any sounds at all other than the ragged gasping of her breathing. The dream still fresh in her mind.

Turning, she almost screamed, thinking she was seeing those same hellish red eyes in the darkness. Then the Father stepped forward.

 

[BLACK BART]

"Cover yourself my child, I've brought us the soup and bread I promised"

Father James stepped forward and placed the heavy platter laden with bowls and bread on the small table, then lifted the sheet to pull it over the fallen angels long legs....and above.

His eyes were for her face only, the red gone and replaced by a dark, passionate brown as he waited for her to slip her clothes back on under the sheet and offered a hand to help her from the bed.

"Your brow and hand are damp...flushed.... do you feel ill?"

His worried voice offered as his lips smiled gently and he lifted a hand to her forehead, then slowly slid it down the side of her face and cheek.

"I still don't know your name, and unless you want me to call you "child" during the time you stay with me?"

He spoke whimsically and lifted her to her feet as she took his hand, her trim body trapped between the confines of his bed and himself as he held her hands in his to her sides.

"You're weak, frightened and in need of food and rest....Let's get your hunger sated, then tend to that fever, shall we?"

His eyes were dark and filled with compassion, his words tinged with a bit of humor as he looked down and into her own eyes and lowered his head as if to kiss her....his forehead touching hers, then lifting...

"Yes, you do have a slight fever don't you? Not as bad as when you first entered my house...but still there, let's sit and eat....and you can tell me about that dream you were having?"

Freeing her hands he walked the short distance to the table and seated her, then joined her and lifted the covers off of the black stone bowls to reveal a steaming broth under them. Smiling James lifted his hands and offered them to his guest, his eyes holding her own as he intoned a prayer.

"For the body and the soul, we break bread together and pray we can become one...and whole. Grant us that wish Father, and we serve you with our bodies...and souls. Amen"

Smiling her let loose her hands and offered her a wooden spoon, then watched silently as she took a bowl and began to eat with a hunger that pleased him, his hands breaking bread and giving it to her as well to watch it slip over her full lips and into her mouth to join the broth.

"You have great hungers, don't you child, where better to confess them...and sate them....then in my house? Now you were going to tell me of your dream...and where you come from as well, hmmm?"

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Hunger....the beast known as "James" understood hunger all too well...

All night he had fed his own.... Sated it by consuming the weakest and darkest of his flocks own corrupted souls, their cries of remorse when they felt themselves leaving THIS world and pulled to the one waiting below music to his ears as he consumed their immortal energies.

What remain behind now were the most innocent and pleasing to his eyes, the women young and able to bear child, then men dark and handsome, their bodies full of life. With the energies he had gained his flock had shrunk to half it's numbers, but James had no worries, he simply had to open the doors again and the numbers would swell, for in this day and time there was no lack of sinners.

His "children" were now beautiful, their eyes calm and glowing from the touch of his energies and the will it commanded and carried to them, the scarlet robes of the women clinging provocatively to their lush figures, the ebony ones of the men giving mute warning as to what "side" they served, their hair and skin glowing with life and their every motion beckoning you to watch them...promising you what you too could enjoy if you joined them....

Yes, the beast knew of HUNGER and how to sate it, he had gorged himself last night until his powers rippled over and touched his most desirable meal yet to come... A meal he was teasing himself with and would soon taste... his body trembling with anticipation and growing hard, his tongue flicking out over his full lips as he imagined what the breath of an angel would taste like.

 

[AngelRavenWing]

Questions, Questions and observations.

Was she prepared to answer them?

She had better be.

The touch of the kind holy Man had calmed her, well, there had been a flicker, a jolt of energy? Darkness? But it had been so swift and so fleeting when He touched her, that Serene thought it was the last whisps of her dream, no, NO, that had not been a dream, THAT had been a nightmare.

So many questions. But that was only natural, normal, mortal.

"I, I am called Serene" Her tired mind could not come up with anything else. Serene had been the only name she had ever known. She didn't provide a last name. She didn't think she needed to. As the words slipped from her lips, she leaned her face into the gentle touch of His hand.

The touch of His lips to her forehead, that so very calming caress of His hand.

You're weak, frightened

He was right. She was weak, frightened and exhausted. She didn't even know why she had fallen. How she had fallen. Was she being punished? Was she outcast from the only home she had ever known? Was she being................................................

Sacrificed?

The food smelled so delicious, her body, her at least semi-mortal body, craving, needing that food, that when it was offered to her, she could not refuse. The soup was simple and warm, the bread fresh and sweet. As it touched her lips, the hunger deep inside her intensified, growling.

"You have great hungers, don't you child, where better to confess them...and sate them....then in my house? Now you were going to tell me of your dream...and where you come from as well, hmmm?"

Blinking, those sapphire diamond like eyes looking up at Him. Tell Him about her dream? Her nightmare. She could NEVER tell Him what she had seen, and felt, in her mind. He would surely brand her a heretic and throw her back out on the street. If that happened, then.............................. then He, the One hunting her, would find her. Find her and devour her.

"I" Serene hesitated. She didn't even know where she was. "I, I've been homeless" she managed to stammer, it was kind of the truth now. She no longer had a home. "I've been wandering for a while, and to be honest, have no idea where this is. I have no family" she again paused, the only family she knew, angelic, were lost to her. "I'm alone, Father, til You allowed me in"

It was true, at least that was how she felt.

She looked up to Him, she sitting across from her. His eyes had a deep glow within, a glow that she took as compassion. Wrapping her arms about herself, she looked away, at the small window that a flash of lightening illuminated. Apparently a storm was waning.

"Tell me about You" she asked, looking back at Him. She felt alittle better, her belly filled, and the warmth of the room was slowly driving back the shadows of her nightmare. "When did You open this church? So many seemed to need You, I could hear the singing, the chanting, the praying." At least that's what she thought she was hearing.

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The Angel felt her wings flutter slightly at the touch of the Man. Something, Something just did not feel right, did not feel innocent, did not feel holy, when it came to this particular holy Man. A chill snaked around her soul in that moment, a cold that made her shiver, inside, not neccessarily outside. She stepped back, observing, as He stood up to gather up the dishes and the like from her simple dinner.

That flutter came back, her wings almost opening, almost becoming visable. It was a struggle to stay stilled, to keep her wings tight to her spine. The room around her began to swim, float, the Father getting blurred. She thought she heard Him say something, something to her, something that sounded like my Angel?


She fell back, eyes widening as a sudden image, of Him, no, wait, a Beast, a Beast with HIS eyes, the Beast from her nightmare!! Him, and the others, females from the gathering of people He had welcomed into the church.

NO

NO

NOOOOOOOOOO

What she saw, what she was seeing, the horrors, the evil, the darkness, made the Angel scream. Rape, Pain, Begging, Moaning, Blood, Souls being ripped apart.

Serene howled in abject terror and fell back, eyes wide and unseeing, crumpling to the floor, violently shaking at the vision.

 

[BLACK BART]

“About myself, Serene?”

The man known as Father James smiled and sat across from the fallen angel, his eyes regarding her once again softly and hiding the lust he felt for her.

I came to this place as the prophecy said I would, opened the doors only hours before you arrived and accepted the lost souls you heard last night. I did as any man with a vision and calling would and cared for my flock, brought them back into THE faith that gives them LIFE….PURPOSE…..and STRENGTH to BELIEVE.

He smiled then and extended his hands to her, the palms open and waiting for her own to slip away from where she covered herself and to come to Him.

“Give Me your hands and your troubles Serene, let Me show you My way.”

And as she did with a shy smile he closed his own larger hands around hers, his eyes beginning to glow as he looked deep and hard into her own.

“Our numbers are three hundred and thirty three, and when the doors open today they will double before I bring My faith to all that have none. Tonight you will stand before them and confess your sins, My Angel, and with that confession we will begin the first ceremony of the prophecy.”

Eyes glowing brightly he pinned her hands in his, violating her mind first then her soul with His will, to smile as she fought him and then screamed before he let her fall to the floor.

“I have had my first taste of your fear, My angel, and it’s a bitter sweet thing I’m going to be addicted to, I’m afraid”

He spoke over her with curled lips, his hands stripping her of the thin protection called clothing before beginning to tease her unconscious body into full arousal. For long minutes he teased her with is tongue and fingers, laughing quietly as her body bucked under him and he tasted her virgin nectars, then repeat the vile act again and again until Serene could do no more and fell limp before him.

“Bathe her and wash her hair, then bring her back to my bed, I will stay with her until she wakes and our numbers are strong.”

The man known as Father James spoke softly and watched as several maidens hurried forward to obey….and he in turn moved to the outer doors to once again open them and bid the souls outside.

“Enter my lost children, come IN and you will find food….understanding….and a FIRE that I will promise will warm your bodies….and SOULS.”