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The Angel and the Demon

     The scents of Paris lingered throughout the streets.
Yes, there was the city smell; the bodily smells of sweat
and breath, and the earthy aromas of stone, of the dirt, of
the buildings rising around me.  But there was sweetness –
the fresh pastries and coffee in the small café just down
the road.  And there was her scent.

     It was everywhere, lingering and teasing me.  My mouth
watered, and I licked my lips in eager anticipation.  I was
only ten years, maybe fifteen, behind her now.  I had been
tracking her for nearly that long, but when the hunt began,
I must have been some two-hundred years behind, maybe more.
It was a fierce, haunting odor, now, that deliciously
exciting smell that drew me on.  I was drunk on it as I
strolled down the streets of the city, ignoring all but that
leading aroma.

     It had been a long hunt, this one.  Her kind was rare,
now, on the base earth.  Most had taken flight to lofty
perches centuries ago.  I had half expected that of her at
some point: her trail would just go dead, and my hunger
would go unquenched.  But she kept on going, never knowing
she was prey, and I predator.  My body quivered with
excitement.  This kill would be more satisfying then any
before it, and maybe it would be my last taste of such
divinity; there was no way of knowing.

     I walked for some hours, following her trail.  I did
not stop when she had, and like always, with my every step,
I was gaining on her.  A day perhaps, maybe less, but closer
still to sinking my teeth into that tender flesh, my claws
into her hot body.  Just the thought sent a pulse through me
– humans call it hunger, but it’s not quite the same for my
kind, I knew.  I did not require this as fuel; I desired it
for pleasure and power, but craved it none-the-less.  Maybe
addiction was a better word than hunger.

     It was at a small hotel, just a hole in the hall place
off the back alleys, but that’s where the scent changed.
Soured.  I knew the odor – fear.  Here, she had been afraid.
That was not a good sign, for her to be afraid, and I
snarled in frustration.  Had one of my brethren caught her
here?  I was the only one tracking her, lest they still be
somewhere behind me on her trail.

     I glanced at the outside, letting my senses flow
through the building.  There was more here for me to learn,
I just had to find the right spot.  Corner window, third
floor.  It was occupied, but that’s where she had been when
. . . when it happened, whatever it was.

     I leapt for the window, gliding easily up to the sill.
I pass through the glass without a sound, as though it was
nothing more than air, which for something like me, it is
not.  It was small, drab bedroom, faded carpet, old
furniture, dirty curtains.  In its prime, twenty years ago,
maybe more, it was probably a nice place, but now age had
worn it down to cheap accommodation for tourists seeking
more privacy than that offered by a hostile.

     The room was not empty as I entered.  There was a
couple in the bed, a young man and women, maybe in their
twenties, thirties.  Sometimes I have difficulty identifying
human ages.  At first, they were unaware of me, and he, on
top of her, continued to pump and thrust their naked bodies
together, huffing with each stroke as she moaned her delight
beneath him.  It was warm and tender, lots of kissing and
touches and gentle looks passing between them – these were
lovers enthrall with the beauty and wonder of magnificent
city about them, and they were expressing the depths of
their emotion for each other through physical joining.

     It was no wonder that the presence of something such as
myself would disturb such a moment.

     She noticed me first, and when her eyes turned to me,
they widened with shock and horror.  My comfortably fit
black suit and white shirt were, as always, clean and
wrinkle free, and I went without the tie, since I preferred
a more casual look.  I took great pride in my appearance; it
was one of my top three sins with lust and wrath being the
toppers.  Trim dark hair with a bit of scruff about the
face, striking dark eyes, muscular, broad build that could
never convey my actual strength, and always well dressed, I
am by no means a foul thing to look upon – not unless I want
to be – but handsomely disguised as I was or not, the mere
fact that someone would be standing in their room, watching
their most intimate moment, would be unnerving to just about
anyone.

     His gaze followed hers, and ours eyes met.  He, too,
was shocked to see me there, but before he could rise to
challenge me, and surely be killed in the blink of an eye, I
whispered to him.  That’s all it takes for me to touch the
mind and the heart, a whisper to unleash the darkness
inside.  Humans are such fragile creatures.  They know they
are capable of terrible, vile acts; what few realize, and
even less understand, is that not only are they capable, but
deep down, they want to do them.  It is this wanting that my
words can sway; I didn’t force him to do what happened next.
I just showed him that he wanted to; I helped him find his
own lusts, and let him do the rest.

     In an instant, I was forgotten.  He spun back to her,
his fist cracking her across the jaw with such force, her
head bounced back a forth a few times after the impact.  At
first, she was too stunned to make a sound, but then she
whined and cried out to him, throwing her arms up to defend
herself, to block his assault.  It was a useless effort.  He
struck again, her blood already dripping from his knuckles,
and again.  Within moments, her face was swollen and
bruised, and blood flowed from several places.  She was
woozy, barely conscious, and he fucked her with every ounce
of strength he had, plowing her body with more passion and
enthusiasm then ever before.  One hand was firmly clasped
around her throat, and her rasping gasps were music to my
ears.

     I watched for a few moments.  I watched him continue to
beat her as he fucked her body, using her flesh for his
pleasure.  She was meat for his cock, a hole to pumped and
filled at his whim.  He let his fist fly as he wanted,
laying in to her stomach or striking her tits like they were
punching bags, all the while choking her.  And fucking her.

     As much as I enjoyed such displaces, I had other
matters to attend to, and I swept the room, scenting out
history to piece the puzzle together.  I was vaguely aware
of hearing him cum, and loudly, in the background.  I
noticed only because it resonated with the sounds of more
fists on soft flesh, which made me smirk to myself.

     She had been here, and here she had been captured.
Human smells linger much less than her kind, or mine for
that matter, and after such a long stretch of time, are
difficult to identify.  I crawled about, slowly creeping
through every bit of the room, feeling it out.  I found the
right spot, and the scent hit me.  Nicholas Jeffries.  I
drank in his scent, one long draw, and knew it well.  His
was the type of smell to last the long years, being more
powerful then most of this pathetic species.  I laughed.
Who else would be so bold as to capture an angel?  In the
past, it was quite common, but in these times, few would do
so, but he, ah yes, he would be one to try.  And succeed, it
seemed.

     And now to find him.  I spared a look to the bed, and
was awarded with the site of him fucking her hard in the
mouth.  Her swollen face was covered in his cum, and if her
eyes weren’t completely swelled shut, they were full of his
juices.  Her lips hung slack, and as he viciously rammed his
dick down her throat, and deep too, her jaw bounced loosely,
giving testament to the fact it was at least unhinged, if
not broken.  I lingered a moment more, just in time to watch
him carelessly flip her body over, spread her ass cheeks
apart, and, with her waling unintelligibly, drive his spit-
and-blood slicked cock right up her ass in one thrust.  She
could barely move, wrecked as she was, but still she
flailed, until he grabbed her wrist, bent her arms back and
used them for leverage to fuck it to her shit-hole.  Much
more of that, and her arms would be out of their sockets
too.  I grinned as I turned to leave – humans were such
entertaining creatures.  I wished I could stay and whisper
some more ideas into his ear, teach him how to really hurt
her, how to completely let go of restraint and plunge into
his unbridled lusts.  This one had potential.

     But I had other work tonight.  I stepped through the
window and fell to ground below.  I was on my cell the
moment my feet touched the ground, and was walking away from
the scene of her abduction so many years ago.  I let my
thoughts linger on that couple just a few seconds more as I
wondered: will they find a murder tomorrow?  Just an assault
and rape?  Or would those two be together for all times,
living out their greatest lusts?  I often pondered the fates
of those to whom I speak, but I don’t care enough to follow
through, and there are so many toys to play with, what does
it matter if past ones are broken?

     The voice on the other end was familiar.  “Hey!
Brother!  To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?”

     “I need information, Ursiel.  Information you would
have.”

     “Do tell.  And what, pray, would be the price you are
offering?”

     “Same as always, friend.  Twenty fleshes.”

     “Mmm, tell me what you want to know, and I’ll tell you
if your offer satisfies.”

     “Nicholas Jeffries.”  It was said the French way, which
I preferred, without the ‘s’ sound at the end.  “Where is
he?”

     “Hmmm . . . got you business with Nicholas?
Interesting.  Twenty be fine.  Nicholas built a mansion, oh,
‘bout twelve years back.  He be in the States – northern New
York.  It’s a large place, but tucked back in the woods and
mountains.  Protected, Brother.  You know what I’m saying?
Nicholas is no fool.”

     “Of course he’s not.  He’s one of those that know.  And
he knows quite a bit, too.  What’s he, two-hundred something
years now?”

     Ursiel laughed.  “He’s 253, and still so young compared
to us.”

     I laughed with him.  “I’ll be on guard, Ursiel.  And
thanks.”

     “Good luck with what you got going.  Knowing you,
Brother, it’s got to be tasty.  Fare you well, now.”

     I hung up the phone and sucked on my teeth.  Twelve
years he had it built, and took her soon after.  He built a
prison, and captured his prize.  But he hadn’t known she was
my prize first.  It wouldn’t be a long trip to New York, but
I was hungry now.  Too hungry to break in to such a place
without nourishment.  A city like Paris had all sorts of
ways a creature like me could get my fill; all ready the
streets were full of people, most of them ripe for picking,
plump and juicy with corruption.

     I preferred cultivating, though, and before I left that
night, there was a sudden outbreak of attacks, rapes, and
murders.  They were all within a few hours time, and in all
cases, none of the perpetrators could be identified and
there were no witnesses to any of the crimes.  The cops
labeled it an appalling mystery.  I called it dinner, and
was on my way.
     
     
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     Ursiel was right, the place was well protected.  But as
I surveyed the building, my sense revealed many of the wards
were to keep things in, not prevent entrance, and most were
set to trap the divine, not the infernal.  This was not a
place I would need to fear, I thought, but it would be
foolish to go in without some caution.  After spending this
much time on the hunt for her, I would not loose her to my
own impatience.  It just wasn’t my way.
     
     But the direct approach was my way.  I wasn’t one for
skulking and sneaking; just not my style.  So I went right
to the front door.  Oversized, wooden, old; it reeked of
wards and spells, incantations to keep things like me from
even touching it.  The windows would be the same, but this
did not concern me.  Against my weaker brethren, this might
deny them entrance.
     
     With nothing more then a flexing of my power, the wood
exploded inwards, showering the room beyond with high-
velocity shards.  The guards, all four of them, were ripped
to shreds by the flying debris; they never even knew what
was coming.
     
     Alarms were sounding in the distance, which was of no
surprise.  I didn’t plan on being here long, and had no
delusions of doing this undetected.  As soon as I stepped
into the house, her scent called to me.  She was here,
alright, and had been since her capture.  Damn, she smelled
delicious!  Even more so than when last I had her scent,
this aroma was tinged with pain and fear, and those savory
spices gave it an extra tang that just made my mouth water.
     
     I wasn’t really paying much attention to where I went,
only that I was following her trail.  Upwards, two, maybe
three flights of stairs.  Down hallways, through doors.  I
ran into more of Nicholas guards, but there were little
threat.  Their weapons had been prepared to deal with more
blessed saviors.  Their bullets couldn’t even pierce my
skin.  Sadly, I could not say the same about my clothing; my
shirt was quickly being shot to shreds by the ineffectual
hail of bullets they kept sending at me as I pursued my
prize.
     
     I was getting pissed: this was new and expensive silk
shirt and suit, and I vented my anger on any of them that
got close enough for my hands to reach.  After a few became
nothing more than bloody splatters across wall and floor, my
pursuers lost some of their heart and fell further and
further behind.
     
     Her door was guarded, however, and these two were
prepared.  They were not just sacks of flesh wielding stupid
toys, they were trained, the Knowledged, as they are
sometimes called.  They knew about the forces of light and
of the creatures in the darkness that feasted on flesh and
blood.  And both wielded swords inscribed with runes of
power and symbols of both the holy and profane.  Nicholas
was no fool, and he had his captive well guarded.  No doubt
these two could use their weapons, and I, with nothing,
could do little to defend myself against those slashing
blades.
     
     Except, I had one advantage still, even as they turned
towards me slowly, with caution, down the hallway.  Anyone
that would hold her hostage as these two had done, and do
the things to her I suspected they did to tap into her
power, anyone who could do that to an angel was already
walking within my influences.  These were not good people;
already corrupted, these are the easily led.
     
     I looked deep into them, delved their dark secrets and
hatred.  They probably thought themselves safe from such
investigation with their eyes turned down from mine, but I
was far stronger than most, and did not need to seek out
those portals to the soul in order to see into them.  It was
so easy for me, and even against these Knowledged Ones, for
I had power most had never dreamed.
     
     Jealousy.  Envy.  Not one of the Seven I generally give
into, but so often it burned within these mortals.  And it
had so much sway to it.  Envy turned to wrath so easily; it
only ever took a few words.
     
     “She loves him more than you.  He fucks her when you
aren’t around.  She dreams of him, thinks of him when you
are with her.  Her cunt aches for him when you fuck her.
When you fall asleep, she creeps out of bed and calls him,
and they laugh at you and plan their next rendezvous, and he
tells her how he will fuck her.  And she cums over and over
as they talk, longing for him, unsatisfied by you.  She does
things for him she won’t for you, because she loves him
more.  She will do anything for him, anything he asks, and
she stays with you because they think it is so fucking
exciting to be dicking around behind your back.”
     
     It wasn’t true, but it didn’t have to be.  My words had
power, and they touched something inside.  The spark was
there, I just gave it fuel, and watched as the fire took the
man before me.  He raised his blade and cut down the other
guard, cursing and shouting about a betrayal that never
happened.  I kept whispering to him, and after a spree of
unnecessary hacks to a dead body, the guard, exhausted,
aimed his blade for one last strike and shoved the weapon
through his own belly.
     
     I grinned.  Mortals can be so easily manipulated.
     
     The door to her chamber was well warded, and I tore it
down with but a thought.  My prize was beyond, and nothing
else was of importance to me than finally claiming what was
rightfully mine.
     
     She was on the floor, a huddled ball laying her head
against the crude bed.  She was naked, curled as she was, I
could make little out other than pale skin, too gaunt, and a
thick mass of golden hair.  She was shuddering, crying I
imagined.  “Please, no.  No more.  I beg you, let me be
awhile!  No more tonight.”
     
     Maybe it is hypocritical of me, or maybe I am just not
choosy about what invokes my rage, but seeing a creature
like her so tortured by mortal hands spurred a seething
anger within me.  Yes, I had slain and devoured hundreds of
her kind, and unleash ruination upon thousands and thousands
of humans, but this sight before me, this proud creature
laid low and begging for mercy from the pathetic creatures
in this house, this disgusted me.
     
     “No, no more tonight.  Nor ever.”
     
     My voice roused her, and she turned her face to me.
She was my opposite in many ways – fair and light, golden
with piercing blue-gray eyes.  Even rimmed red with tears,
they were beautiful.  And mistreated as she had been, she
was still gorgeous to look upon, her apparent frailty and
weakness only adding to the beauty.
     
     “Who are you?”
     
     “I have come for you,” I replied.  “I am not one of
Nicholas pets, either.  We are leaving here, now.”
     
     Her eyes were trying to focus on me; more likely she
was trying to use her other sight to see me for what I
really was, not this mortal guise, but she had no power for
such.  “I don’t think I can walk,” she said, her voice low.
“They broke my legs and have kept me bound for years.”
     
     “We aren’t walking,” I said.  I turned my attention to
the wall behind her, the stone exterior of the house.  There
was a sad little window, enough to give her just a ray of
light each morning to keep her hoping for freedom.
     
     I roared out my anger, vented my rage, and the entire
wall buckled from the impact.  Seconds later, it exploded
outwards, the whole ten foot section ripped apart and flung
from the house.  The cool night air rushed in to greet us,
and I unfurled my wings as I picked her up from the floor.
She was so light, so small, she nearly disappeared when I
wrapped my arms around her.  Two steps and a leap and we
were out in the openness and freedom of the darkness,
leaving behind a house thrown into turmoil.
     
     She shifted about in my grasp, and soon I found her
arms around my neck, her face buried into my shoulder as she
cried for joy and whispered her thanks over and over again
into my skin.  I was very aware of her body pressed into
mine, her soft flesh against my hard muscle.  Her breasts
were crushed against my chest, her nipples pressed between
the tattered remains of my clothing and slid vaguely against
my skin.  Her smell was intoxicating.  I was loosing focus,
my attention more and more centering on her presence.
     
     “Can you fly?” I asked.
     
     She hugged me tighter for a moment, and then nodded.
“I can try.  I haven’t in so long.  Don’t let me fall.”
     
     I made no promises.
     
     Her wings spread up and out from her back, and I gently
released her to the wind.  She was unsteady at first, and I
slowed my pace to keep up with her, but within moments, her
strength and ability were returning, and she took great joy
in spreading her wings wide and soaring through the free
air.  I watched her, and ignored the stirring within me that
the sight caused.
     
     It was not a long flight, not for creatures like us,
and we had put hundreds of miles between Nicholas and
ourselves.  It was at one of my homes we were seeking refuge
for the evening.  I landed lightly at the front door, and
she followed me down.  I caught her in my arms when her
weight made her legs give out.  She was so light, no burden
at all.  She was silent as I carried her in and up to my
room.  She looked to be in thought, and I was struggling
with my own ponderings and said nothing.
     
     I laid her down on the bed, and she sprawled out on the
comforter, her face full of joy at the softness.  The
cleanliness of the room only emphasized the dirt and filth
caked on her skin, and I didn’t look much better in my blood-
soaked tatters.
     
     I stripped off my shirt and jacket and tossed them to
the floor with a sigh.  My back was to her, but I heard her
shifting on the bed just behind me.  “I know why you took me
from there,” she said, which surprised me.
     
     “Are you going to try to run?”
     
     “No.  I have no hope of escaping you.  I have no desire
to.”
     
     I nodded.  At least she was aware.
     
     I felt her small, delicate hands on my back.  One
caressed along the tight ridge of my shoulders and neck,
while the other stroked the dense flesh between my still-
extended wings.  She was gentle, caring, and her touch was
empowered with longing – I could taste her desires.
     
     “I have one request,” she whispered, her head mere
inches from my ear.  “I wish to thank my savior properly.  I
don’t want to die without once giving myself consensually.”
     
     I turned around to face her, and found her kneeling on
the edge of the mattress, her wings extended to keep herself
balanced.  She was looking up into my face, her own visage
full of desire.  “You give yourself willingly to me.”
     
     She nodded.  “All of me.  As much as you care to take,
for as long as you will have it.”  She leaned in and kissed
my chest.  Her lips were soft and warm against my flesh.
She had no qualms about licking away the sweat and blood
that lingered on my skin as she unhooked my belt and pants
and shoved the clothing to the ground.
     
     Her fingers were timid as they danced along the length
of my cock, but as she felt the stirring and heat in my
dick, she wrapped her fingers around the girth and slowly
stroked it to life.  She looked up at my face, and biting
her lip, whispered, “Is that a yes?”
     
     I pushed her back on the bed, and she fell onto her
back with a moan of lust, her wings flayed wide.  I crawled
up on top of her, letting my massive frame cover hers
completely.  Hers hands once more found my cock, and she
guided it down between her legs.
     
     “Mmmm, it’s so big,” she mumbled as she pressed the
head against the hot, wet folds of her cunt.  “I . . . I
want to take it all.”
     
     I had no doubt my rod was larger by far than any that
had raped her at the mansion.  After all, I was able to
sculpt my own flesh, and took great enjoyment in breaking
mortal bodies with my dick.  I had ripped, torn, and
ravished the flesh of so many humans, I had lost count.  I
took great pleasure in the knowledge that, after I was done,
there was almost always blood on my member.
     
     I thrust forward, ramming it deep inside of her.  She
cried out, her whole body tensing from the sudden invader
stretching her wide and plunging into depths never explored.
I was surprised by how wet she was, and how easily she did
manage to take my cock inside of her.  Her arms wrapped
around my back, pulling her torso up off the mattress and
into my body.  Her hips pumped, and mine met her rhythm.
She was moaning her pleasure and desire, riding my cock like
whore.
     
     She looked up into my face.  “Show me your eyes,” she
gasped, her face pleading.  I had no doubt she was in some
pain from this fucking, but she was loving it completely.
And she wanted to see inside of me, the depths of me, not
the wall I put up to hide my true nature from humans.
     
     I closed my eyes for just a moment to rid from my
sockets the fake orbs that completed my disguise.  When I
opened them again, I revealed to her the blackness of my
soul, the dark void of vice and sin that was my entire
existence.  The plague of the spirit that I was to humanity.
I showed her all the foul things that I had ever done, the
atrocities I had committed, and the joy I had taken in
committing them.  She would have doubt of her own fate, able
to read the passing of all the other angels before her that
had fallen into my clutches.
     
     When ours eyes met, though, I saw she, too, had cast
off her mortal barriers, and showed me the light and the
purity that was her being.  The joys she had taken in her
existence, the things she had done, and, through it all, she
showed me the loneliness she endured, the constant seeking
of a companion.  She showed me everything I would be taking
from her, when I devoured her life and soul and took all of
her power for my own.
     
     We, an angel and a demon, had laid ourselves completely
bare for the other as we fucked on that bed.
     
     She was crawling at the sheets, grabbing them up white-
knuckled as I plowed her small body with my huge cock.  She
was getting closer and closer to orgasm, and she let me know
it with her voice and her body.  One hand caressed my cheek,
and once more she looked up at me, utter joy and pleasure on
her face.
     
     “Do it, my savior.  Take it from me.”
     
     The soul is a powerful thing.  Unless offered, it is
often guarded from direct influence and attack, except in
moments of weakness, like a sneeze or during an orgasm.
Most demons had to wait for such moments to strike, to claim
a mortal soul and devour it.  I was strong enough to not
need to wait for such moments any longer, and preferred to
persuade my victims into sin and corruption before making a
meal of them.  With some, the more powerful creatures, such
as an angel, it was much more of a struggle.  It was fight
and cunning, which is one reason I enjoyed it so much.  She
was too weak to struggle at all, and even if she could put
up resistance, her climax would lower her guard long enough
for me absorb her spirit completely.
     
     But she had opened herself up to me.  She wasn’t just
unguarded from weakness; rather, she was actively pushing
herself into me.  Giving herself to me for my pleasure.  She
was sacrificing to me.
     
     “Do it.  Devour . . .  my life . . . as I cum!” she
squealed as her orgasm hit her.  Her body went rigid in my
grasp, and she screamed her delight.  One hand tore the bed
covers while the other clawed at my back, digging deep into
my skin.  I kept fucking her, harder, faster, driving deeper
into her flesh to brutalize her body all the more.
     
     I lowered her away from me, so that we were no longer
chest to chest.  I held her with one hand, and my claws sank
into her the softness of her left tit, sinking through
smooth skin and yielding flesh.  I reached through her body,
seeking her heart, and her cries became louder and more
intoxicating to me, blending ultimate pleasure with horrific
pain.  I never stopped fucking her tight hole, and she
continued to ride back against me, bucking me deeper into
her body.
     
     As my talons sunk into the beating mass of her heart,
her cries reached their crescendo, and my own, deeper voice
mingled with hers, shaking the very walls around us as,
together, our pleasure was complete and sublime.
     
     *         *         *         *
     
     Hours later, I peered out the window of my bedroom,
starring out into the vast void of the fading night.  My
carpet was stained with blood, but that did not matter.  It
had stopped dripping from my clawed hand sometime ago, and
now was just a black caked mess.  It still tasted sweet when
I took a moment to raise a finger to my lips to have a lick.
     
     “They will come for me,” she said from the bed.  I
heard her stirring, stumbling to stand and leaning on
anything she could to support her weight as she moved
towards me.  I had healed her legs, giving her the ability
to walk again, but it would take time and determination to
get that strength back.
     
     “That would be foolish on their part,” I replied,
truthfully.
     
     “So are you to be my guardian now, as well as my
savior?”  She stumbled a bit as she came to me, and eased
her weight on my shoulder.  I didn’t respond, just kept my
eyes leveled out on the horizon, my thoughts facing like mad
through my mind.
     
     I had spared her.  Why?  After such a long hunt, to
have my prize struck, wounded beneath me – I was touching
her heart with my talons, I could have ripped it right from
her breast and eaten the beating mass before it cooled.  Why
had I stayed my hand?  What was this feeling come over me?
Had I really pledged myself to protect her?  This creature?
I had never protected anything before in my life – I killed.
I destroyed.  I devoured.  But I did not protect.  Why was I
doing so now?  I had feasted upon the flesh and blood of so
many of her kind, and this one I spare.
     
     She moved to stand before me, and slowly, carefully
lowered herself to her knees at my feet, letting her tits
slide down my body as she did so.  I looked down at her, my
eyes lingering about the wound on her left breast, the
glaring red flesh where my claws had pierced the tender
skin, down to her heart.  It had been bliss to touch her so,
to hurt her like that, but I unmake her flesh.  Something in
me had warmed to it, somehow, and yearned for it.  I had
sated one hunger, and created another unlike any I had
known, and gained a companion.  I was pleased, and yet
confused.
     
     It dawned on me – gained a companion.  I, who had
walked in solitude through countless decades, had taken a
companion, and an angel no less.  I had drunk in her life,
but in return, had let her share in mine, giving her back
from me what essence I took from her.
     
     She caught my eyes upon her and smiled up at me.  “I am
worshipping my messiah as he should,” she said, rubbing her
delicate cheek against my flaccid cock.  “I will always
worship you how you want to be worshipped.”  Her hands ran
up and down my legs.  “I am your flesh, and you my lord.
Use me as you want, and when I no longer please you, feast
your fill upon my flesh and bones.”  With those words, she
engulfed the head of my cock in her mouth and began to suck
me to hardness once more.
     
     It seemed to me that she had accepted my companionship
as well.  The angel called a demon her lord and master – it
thrilled me to hear the words part from her lips more than I
could have thought possible.  She was to be my plaything,
but also, it seemed, my playmate, and in me this idea
stirred a certain joy unlike that gleaned from hunting her
these last centuries.  I had captured my prey, and made a
most worthy pet of her.
     
     I began to understand.  I had known hungers,
addictions, before this moment, but true lust and passion
had never burned so hot and deep within me.  This angel, on
her knees at my feet, worshipping my cock with her mouth,
and soon to do so with all of her body, had awakened in me a
great fiery desire.  Part of it, I knew, was the want to
bring her down to my unholy level, to saturate that flesh
with vile corruption and to see one so pure and full of
divine grace to delight in the atrocities as I did.  But the
other part, was to feel that want from her, to feel her
needing me and lusting, absolutely lusting, to bring me
pleasure.  My hunt had gone beyond prey for sustenance and
power, but for flesh over which to rule.
     
     I touched her cheek.  “Continue to worship me, little
one, and to see to my pleasures, and you will live in my
graces.”  The world had been lonely for both of us, but now
we had each other.  Between us both, nothing would ever
stand in our way.  I looked out the window, enjoying the
feeling of her taking my cock as deep down her throat as she
could, and I knew we, two, would be together for ages to
come, and that for both of us, here and now, was the
beginning of a grand new life.  There were many playthings
out beyond that glass in the wide world, and I would no
longer be seeking them alone.