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Heavenly Captive

 

In the war between Angels and Demons, a new play had been implemented..... an Angel has been taken captive for the first time in fifty years. Flung into the care of a Demon of torture... will the Angel survive their care? Or will this destroy the creature and send the world spiraling with an imbalance of power?

 

Only time will reveal all....

When divine intervention can not reach you, you must take destiny into your own hands.

 

WARNING

This RP may contain extreme gore, blood, violence and rape.

M-preg also possible in this universe.

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Name: Demon Ereshkigal

Age: 354

 

 

Demon -and yes, his father was cruel enough to simply call him that- stretched as he waited for whatever task had been important enough to drag him out of his bed with only an hours sleep. It wasn't as if he slept long, there was never the time, but Demon did enjoy a few hours undisturbed time before the fun of the world seeped in once more.

 

Not that Demon was complaining too much, he loved his job in many ways.... who wouldn't love to torture for a living? Of course, being a torture demon did help. There was no greater sadistic pleasure than the whimpering and begging of the one you gave your attention to. Of course, there were many types of torture, and over the years -though he was rather young by demonic terms- he had learn to perfect them all. From sexual, to mental to physical play.... he'd experimented with them all, still did really.... he found a combination of them all always worked best, and there was often no easier way to break the spirit than by breaking the mind, by demanding submission and removing all hope.

 

With a lazy grace he was well known for, he kicked off the wall and walked towards one of his three holding cells. Inside was a wolf shifter, a weasel of a creature really, and nothing like the majestic wolf he shared a spirit with. In here to pay a debt after bartering with a demon and losing. Didn't mortals ever learn? You play with a demon, you're going to go down.... literally. The corruption on the soul alone was enough to condemn them. No pure creatures would deal with their kind after all, he supposed the only exception might be from desperation.... he'd heard of a few people so desperate to save their love ones they would literally do anything... including self-sacrifice. He shuddered at the thought.... how holy of them. Pah!

 

The shifter moved in his cell, and as predicted started to cower. "No.... not again! Leave me alone you demon! Please! I beg of you!" Awwww, they begged so prettily when they were broken. This one would be shipped off tomorrow, still Demon grinned, showing his fangs as he leaned towards the cage, a sadistic glint in his eyes. "Don't worry doggy, you're not my play thing this evening." He licked his fang, remembering the tangy taste of the creatures blood. At least there was something he liked about the guy. "But maybe I should take a little drink, for old times sake... huh?" A sadistic glint shone in his eyes as he watched the guy cower and whimper as a pile of mush in the corner.

 

He might have said more but movement behind him caught his attention. "If it isn't little Demon! You're old man finally letting you out to play with the big boys?" Demon ignored him, he took a lot of abuse about his family line. The fact that his grandmother was Ereshkigal, Goddess of the Underworld, seemed to linger with him always. Few demons could claim such prestigious roots. Not that the name bothered Demon at all, he very rarely saw his grandmother, she was rather a venomous bitch when she wanted to be.... of course, so could his father Gishoni; and neither seemed to care that he was family... not that Demon expected them too. It was probably a family trait, but whatever.

 

Instead of paying Aros any heed he looked instead at the creature they were escorting. It seemed it took eight demons just to keep the creature contained, but with the bag and shackles it was hard to tell who they were bringing in. Opening the third cage, leaving an empty one between his two captives he indicated they should dump the thing in there. It wasn't until they pushed the creature with more force than necessary into the cell that it saw them.... white wings! Holy crap on a cracker! "You captured an Angel!" To say he was shocked was an understatement. No one had managed to capture an angel in fifty years! And the last one they had caught had died quickly from the injuries inflicted by bringing them in..... a smirked crossed his lips. "Mine to play with?" He asked, following the angel into the cell and crouching down. He grabbed one of the heavy chains binding the angel and secured it to the wall so the creature wouldn't be able to move far. Done, he grabbed the bag and pulled the thing off. Taking in the.... guys.... features.

 

With a near bored expression, though in truth he felt anything but boredom! Giddy excitement was closer to his true feelings! He looked at Aros and his clutch of goons. "Yep. All yours. We know you'll give the thing the proper welcome." The grin on Aros's face might have turned a lesser demon's blood to ice, but Demon simply ignored it. Such a wannabe-superstar in Demon's opinion. Then again, this capture would make the guy famous among their kind now! "We just ask you don't kill him.... yet. Beyond that." He shrugged and chuckles. "Do what you want with the idiot!"

 

Devon, picked that moment to add something. "He's a biter." Then he chuckled and winked at Demon, "Though I know how you like that De." Oh devil! Kill him now! He didn't need a one-night stand making pathetic comments like that.... or calling him De! How fucking stupid was that name! He wasn't a bloody musical note! Frustrated he growled under his breath. "Well, I had to try and like something. You were so loose I could I have invited an army to join me and still would have had room in that arse of yours." He grunted. "Now. Piss off." He smirked and looked back at the angel. "I've got things to do."

 

Already ignoring the goon squad he plotted several things in his head. Each more imaginative than the last. He was going to have so much fun with this angel... his eyes flickered to the wings, and a sadistic grin spread from ear to ear. "Welcome to hell pretty angel." He reached out, and almost tenderly caressed his cheek. "You're mine now." and winked at the guy, "I think I'll call you Kitten."

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Name: Arael

Age: 217

 

 

Arael was continuously struggling against his captors. He had no idea where the demons were taking him, and no desire to find out. Unfortunately it was starting to look like he had no choice in the matter as they’d stopped to open a door to a building, or at least that’s what it sounded like. Struggling with renewed effort, Arael managed only to increase the number of demons trying to restrain him. He was so concentrated in trying to escape, he didn’t hear a word of the demons’ conversation until he was shoved and fell to the cold floor. "You captured an Angel! Mine to play with?" The rattling of chains accompanied the question and, though having spent most of his energy on his earlier struggles, Arael managed to rise to his feet before the sack was suddenly pulled off. He was more than a little surprised to see the demon in front of him looking bored rather than triumphant or… malicious or something. He recovered from his confusion just in time to hear his fate."We just ask you don't kill him.... yet. Beyond that. Do what you want with the idiot!"

 

Arael felt a bit dizzy. He was going to be tortured. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again. It’s not like he had thought they would seat him on a sofa and give him tea, but he had hoped they were bringing him to be executed publicly or something along those lines. Well, at least the two younger angels he’d been with had managed to escape. Not that Arael was much older than them, but it was the principle of the thing...

 

Forcing himself to concentrate on the situation at hand, Arael discreetly took in his surroundings. He was in a cage and the shackles were fastened to a wall. He wouldn't be able to move much. He absently wondered why the demon, who was apparently in charge of him, disliked being called “De”. Maybe it was too cute of a nickname for a demon?

 

The next thing he knew the demon in question was speaking to him and caressing his cheek. "Welcome to hell pretty angel. You're mine now." Then the insane creature winked at him. Is this demon blind? He’s treating me like a woman! "I think I'll call you Kitten." Arael glared. That's it, I’ll show you kitten! Since the chains prevented a decent kick or punch, the angel settled for the next best option. In this case, a harsh bite at the nearby fingers, followed by a verbal jab. “Giving nicknames already, eh? De.”

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The truth was that Demon was far from blind, he simply had glowing white pupils... he knew to most they were eerie and shocking, perhaps they even added to the fear he managed to inspire in others. Demon didn't care. It was a family trait... his grandmothers glowed blue, his fathers red... his white. While not the most menacing of colours, considering most associated white with innocence and holiness, Demon made it work for him. In his opinion it looked scarier having his whole eye appear white. It was only if you looked close enough that you could see the slight change between the white of his eye and the iris and pupil.

 

The angel, Kitten, moved too quick for Demon to pull back in time. His fingers getting a swift sharp bite that caused him to growl as he pulled back and glared at the guy. He held his fingers for a moment, scenting the blood that now lingered in the air, adding to the aroma of so many other scents and fluids. "That was a mistake Kitten." He said, right before he swiftly back handed the guy, hard, hearing the satisfying crack of his jaw. He laughed, right before he grabbed the guys face, so firmly this time that he knew he would leave bruises.... he also knew the guy wouldn't be biting him again!

 

"He was right you know." He taunted, smiling so that his fangs were revealed at full force. "I do like a biter..... of course.... I like breaking them even more." He leaned and nuzzled the side of the guys head, feeling how soft the undamaged skin was. How silky the silver strands felt against his flesh. Pulling back before he got a head butt... and yes, he was expecting just that. He glowered at the guy, looking straight into those pretty gold eyes. "If you want to keep that pretty little head of yours in one piece. I advice you don't call me De again."

 

He heard the wolf shifter whimper at his tone, and he smirked again, a slight rumble of a chuckle escaped him. "Music to my ears Kitten. Music to my ears. Will you whimper just as prettily for me?"

 

Releasing the guy he stepped back and eyed the creature again. "Is it true.... do all angels preserve their innocence by remaining virgin?" He wasn't really expecting an answer, taunting and goading to see just what kind of fight the guy still had in him.... he was a spunky thing from what Demon had seen so far.... he liked spunky. "Has anyone ever taken that arse of yours.... pulled your pretty silver hair while they pounded their cock into you.... again.... and again.... and again...." Again, Demon was deliberate in his words. He had no issue with vulgarity but perhaps the angel did.... or perhaps he was looking for something that the angel hated since he had already quickly discovered something Demon hated.... that was more than most ever achieved! He would have to kill Devon for that!

 

A thought flickered in his mind.... his eyes snapping to those wings. Oh..... he bet the guy would cry out if he was rip them off!

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It's technically not a suicide to provoke your captor into killing you, right? The thought passed through Arael's mind right before he was backhanded hard enough to leave his ears ringing, not to mention the painful throbbing in his jaw, which only increased when the demon took it in his grip. The angel ignored the comments about biters and keeping his head, but the whimper had him turning his gaze in the shifter's direction, not having noticed the other prisoner until now. He instantly felt pity for the poor creature huddling in the cage. He wished he could help somehow, but knew it was impossible at least right now.

 

When the demon started talking about innocence, Arael's eyes snapped back to those of his keeper. "Has anyone ever taken that arse of yours.... pulled your pretty silver hair while they pounded their cock into you.... again.... and again.... and again...." To cover up his shudder at the realization that, sooner or later, the demon might do just that, Arael let out a derisive breath. "Ha! Of course a demon wouldn't understand the feeling of wanting to only give yourself to the one you love." The angel hoped his bravado was enough to hide his apprehension of being raped, because indeed he had never had a lover, let alone a bedmate. After all, in heaven it was the norm to marry before such activities took place.

 

Arael was almost relieved when the demon's white gaze moved from his face. Then he realized what exactly he was looking at and swallowed in fear. It's okay, wings will heal. That's what everyone tells the children; 'your wings will heal as long as you stay pure'. It was too bad no one ever knew how to answer if they were asked what 'staying pure' actually meant in this case.

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Demon saw the way those gold eyes flashed, saw the moments panic and fear that flooded them before the creature controlled them. Demon had to hand it to the guy though, under the circumstances he was holding up far better than most did! So much so, that Demon would have missed it had he not known what to look for.

 

Demon also knew what he looked like. His tanned body was littered with a collection of scars. From bites, to claws, to weapons. He wore each proudly, seeing them as his war wounds, the evidence of his survival and strength.... for he walked away alive, many couldn't say that. Even his wings held the scars of his life, the membrane that connected each 'finger' was torn and shredded in several places to the point that he was lucky he could still fly. On his head were four horns. Two on his forehead -and yes, the reference to unicorns was not lost on him- and two slightly more to the side.

 

The angel was very different. Smooth, though rather bruised right now, skin. Long, almost delicate looking hair. Golden eyes. A near holy aura. Purity dripping from every cell. They couldn't be more different from each other.

 

"Ha! Of course a demon wouldn't understand the feeling of wanting to only give yourself to the one you love." He smirked. "Don't force yourself Kitten." He moved closer, grabbing the guys long hair and wrapping it around his fist before pulling the guy even closer to him, so they were near face to face. "I can smell it. Your fear. I thrive off it. Crave it, you could say." He licked a line down the guys cheek, sure to make sure his fang gently rubbed against the skin. "Will you feed me well Kitten?" He purred.

 

His gaze snapped to the others. "You will find no love here. I'm sure you've heard the tales.... demons are incapable of love." With a push backwards he released the guy... would he wobble? Stumble? Or stubbornly hold his ground? Demon was fascinated.

 

He chuckled slightly. "I will take your reaction as confirmation. Virgin." He taunted, adding a wink. "For now."

 

He leaned casually against the wall, almost appearing bored once more. "You know what! I'll do you a kindness.... since you'll soon bring me such fun...." Though in many ways the word sounded more like 'pleasure'. "...I'll let you pick where we start our.... fun." He chuckles slightly, the sound vibrating and rumbling in his chest. It was a dry sound, not quite reaching humour. "What do you say Kitten?"

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Damn it! The demon knew. Arael was sure of it even before the hand reached for his hair, and the continuation of the creature’s monologue only confirmed it. Of course the thing noticed, he was a demon! They probably went around deceiving and threatening each other all day long. They had to be good at detecting when someone’s trying to turn the tables…

 

Arael’s thought process came to an abrupt stop when the demon licked his face. Was that a fang? The angel was rather proud of himself for not flinching, though he didn’t even try to hide his disgusted expression. He’d been staring the demon’s face rather intently, so the sudden push managed to take him by surprise. It wasn’t strong enough to really make him lose his balance, but enough to make him retreat half a step. Thinking quickly, he took another step back in hopes of having a better chance at fighting the demon off the next time it would try something.

 

Then he was given a choice. "...I'll let you pick where we start our.... fun. What do you say Kitten?" And what a choice it was! To be tortured, or be tortured in some other way. The evil creature would most likely do everything in it's power to break him anyway, so Arael refused to play that game. “Well I’d really appreciate it if you’d let me go back home, but I’m guessing that’s not an option…" A rather self-satisfied smirk found it's way to Arael's face. "De.”

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Demon examined every micro expression he saw flash on the guys face. He seemed to be overly stubborn, a tough trait to break.... but when it did break... oh the screams were so delicious!

 

Patience Demon. He reminded himself. Patience. After all, Demon didn't want the fun to end in one day, in one encounter. That would be boring.... and Demon had too much fun planned for boring.

 

Of course his easy and relaxed expression turned sinister when the angel called him De again. Some beings just didn't learn... and he would make the guy pay for his mistake. "I'm starting to think you have a death wish Kitten." He spat out, anger and venom lingering in his voice, dancing along the cords and filling the air before him. His white eyes flashed in the sinister nature they had and he glared at the guy.

 

"Oh Kitten. I'm disappointed.... and here I had thought we could be friends!" He taunted. He knew the guy had backed up on purpose, but Demon didn't fear the other, didn't mind getting struck once to reclaim the upper hand. And reclaim it he would. It was a good thing that demon's were known to be speedy little buggers....

 

In a flash he moved, grabbing the guy by the neck and dragging him up so his feet were hanging off the floor. "Evidently I will have to teach you a lesson Kitten. Will you remind Doggy how much screaming excites me?" His smile stretched out, revealing his fangs in all their glory. "Should I tell you what I'm going to do to you?" He squeezes the muscle in his hand, knowing exactly how the guys windpipe would be closing up right now, how lack of oxygen would make him pant and struggle and begin to feel dizzy. He would push those limits. See just how much the guy could take.

 

With his free hand he reached around and grabbed one of the wings firmly, tugging it. "I'm going to bite off your wing, tear it from your body, tossed it aside like the unnecessary appendage it is. You'll never fly again Kitten. You'll never leave here. You'll never have freedom again. I'm all you've got now!" He taunted.

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The angel thought he would be ready for it when the demon came at him but, though he was of the quick type himself, he underestimated the creature's speed. Arael tried to raise his hands in defense, but had to settle for trying to pry off the hands holding him by the throat. When the demon’s grip started to tighten, he decided to abandon his earlier tactic as it seemed to be of no use. At this rate he’s going to take my wing! I have to try something, but what can I do? A normal punch would be completely ineffective, since his feet weren’t on the ground. A kick would be much the same, with the added disadvantage of being too close to use the entire leg, but too far to use a knee.

 

In a sudden flash Arael remembered a move an older angel had performed during a sparring match. He’d never tried the rather acrobatic maneuver himself, and had only seen it that one time, but it was worth a try. Although, if he didn’t succeed, his first try would probably be his last, so he had to do it now and be quick! He moved his hands to the demon’s arm and took in as much air as possible. As the angel wasn’t sure if he could do it with his arm and abdominal muscles alone, he used a wing beat to speed up and assist in lifting his lower body up, with the right leg over the left one. In a second he was aiming a knee kick from right above his captor’s shoulder towards the head.

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The move took Demon by surprise. He had assumed -wrongfully so- that when the guy had grabbed his arms it was in the throes of panic, the same with his wings... a nervous twitch perhaps? It seemed he was bloody wrong!

 

The knee that came to his head hit home hard and in one movement Demon dropped his hold completely and was slammed into the too near wall. He was momentarily disorientated, his white gaze feeling shook up as a menacing growl rumbled through his whole body. Literally vibrating him. Demon was literally seeing red as he looked at the pathetic angelic creature before him, no longer did he see a toy to play with but a thing to be taught a lesson... and a lesson they would get!

 

Once more the wolf shifter whimpered, and once more Demon ignored it, his attention had one goal only. "That was another mistake." He spat out angrily, venom dripped with every word. "Too many mistakes. I will show you just whose dungeon this is!" He roared, his words getting louder and louder as he stood and adjusted himself. "By all means struggle. It turns me on more." he taunted, approaching his prey as any good predator would. Stalking and ready to pounce.

 

He brought his own knee up, aiming to kick the guy in the gut... a slight repayment for the kick he had received. Reaching out for those long locks once more, he wrapped them around his fist, pulling hard as he yanked the guy flat against the wall. "Which one should I remove first before I fuck you!" He growled, so angry that he knew in that moment he would show no mercy, he would not be gentle or taunting or playful. He was going to be rough and hard and malicious. "I'm going to rip you apart Angel."

 

He slammed his fist into the base of the guys spine, his fingernails itching to extend to their claw-like length. He held off though for now. Deciding to leave that little surprise for later!

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It worked! The triumphant thought was short lived as Arael had forgotten he was still wearing shackles. The chains hindered his movements, so instead of landing on his feet, he ended up crashing to the floor. Though it wasn’t enough to do much damage, he still let a small hiss escape his lips. The angel was sure to have nice bruise on his shoulder later on, but at the moment it was the least of his problems. If the demon was angry before, now he was absolutely furious!

 

Right when Arael managed to get back on his feet, the demon’s knee slammed into his stomach and effectively made him lose the last breath of air in his lungs. He probably would’ve fallen over if the creature hadn’t continued the assault by using his long hair to slam him face first into a wall. The angel still had trouble breathing, and that made thinking difficult.

 

He heard the demon’s threat, and knew he was really in for it now. He tried to get loose, but his struggles were rather weak. Damn it! I can’t get away. The angel tried to convince himself that it would be okay, the wings would grow back. Then he’d be able to escape and return to heaven. But although he tried to be brave, Arael couldn’t repress a small shiver. This was going to be painful...

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Demon smirked at his prey. He could practically taste the dread and fear rolling off the guy in waves. Could taste it.... and it was delicious! "That's right," he started, "fear me!" His voice held a combination of taunt and praise, since Demon felt both right now. His heart almost giddy at the thought of what was to come! He was so alive!

 

With one hand he allowed it to trail down the guys arm to his wrist, tugging harshly at it and forcing it above the guys head, before hooking the chain to one of the many ceiling hook. Knowing exactly what tactics Demon enjoyed he had fitted each cell with a number of hooks and hoops for him to use at his pleasure... and use them he did! "Perhaps I should bring you a mirror Kitten?" He taunted, "I wouldn't want you to miss anything now would I?" Demon knew he wouldn't do that, he couldn't wait, couldn't give the angel an opportunity to get his breath back.... but the reaction he was expecting would be worth it!

 

Given how the guy was already breathing it wouldn't surprise Demon if he fainted or passed out into unconsciousness soon. Pain was an oddity like that. First you gasped, then you screamed before finally you blacked out. Of course, that wouldn't stop Demon. Already he planned to wake the guy again and again and again, so he didn't miss a thing.

 

Happy that the hook was in place he allowed his fingers to trail back down the guys body to his wings. He caressed them, stroked them almost tenderly like a lover.... but his mannerisms soon changed as he gripped the base of the right one harshly. "Humans once believed that the left hand held the devil.... so I think to really corrupt you, I should remove the right first." He yanked it again, his sensitive hearing picking up the faint snapping below his grip. Good. Break! "I wonder if their theory is true! Let's find out together shall we!"

 

Without further warning he attacked. His fangs descending more as he struck hard and fast at the base of his wing, teeth sinking ruthlessly into flesh as he tore and pulled and ripped away bone, flesh, muscle and feather. Each filled his mouth and when it became to much he would spit them out and start all over again.

 

Blood filled his mouth, such a euphoric flavour that he knew one bite wouldn't be enough. Around the appendage he mumbled, "You taste fucking amazing Kitten!"

 

Slowly the wing started to come away...... inch by inch chewed and torn and pulled from the perfect little angelic body it had adorned for so bloody long!

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The lack of air combined with fear of what would happen made Arael a little dizzy. No matter how hard the angel tried, he couldn’t prevent the demon from further restraining him. Between the wall and the evil creature it was impossible. He was completely helpless, and it only made him more afraid. Arael knew the demon was enjoying it, but could do nothing to stop himself from openly displaying his fear.

"Perhaps I should bring you a mirror Kitten? I wouldn't want you to miss anything now would I?" For a brief moment the angel had hope. If the demon goes to fetch a mirror I could use that time to escape, or at least get another chance to fight! But the tiny hope was soon crushed, as, instead of making a move to leave, the creature behind his back started stroking his feathers. The light touches might have even felt good if the situation wasn’t so horrifying. Then the fingers wrapped around the right wing near the place where it connected to his shoulder blade, and a small grunt escaped Arael’s throat. Oh Lord, please have mercy!

 

"Humans once believed that the left hand held the devil.... so I think to really corrupt you, I should remove the right first." The demon continued his monologue before yanking the wing harshly. As the delicate bone broke, Arael’s back arced and his mouth opened to let out a scream, but he had no breath to produce any sound.

 

Then suddenly the angel’s lungs started working, and with a shuddering gasp his chest was filled with air once again, though that didn’t last long because in the next second he felt fangs starting to tear at him. This time, his screams were heard clearly even outside the building as the demon kept ripping pieces off his wing. Drops of blood started trickling down his back, as if mimicking the tears of pain on his cheeks, though Arael noticed none of it through the haze of agony.

 

When, after what felt like an eternity, the wing came loose, Arael’s knees buckled. He shuddered and let out a low whine because of the added strain on his wounded shoulder blade. The angel was barely even conscious anymore, hanging there by his wrists.

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Victory was his when the wing finally broke free. The once warm and life-filled limb cooling below his bloodied fingertips. He was probably quite the sight right now. Blood and chunks of flesh covering his mouth, fangs and general lower face. Both of a sign of his enjoyment and a task well done. And well done it was. Such a delicious taste, a delicious sound, smell... all of it! There wasn't one thing he would change about his angel.

 

Releasing his grip on the guy he stepped back, wing in hand, and licked his chops. "So pretty." He taunted, even as a flash of some unknown emotion crossed his mind... if he didn't know better he would contemplate the idea that it was regret, or perhaps guilt... but that couldn't be right!

 

"My one winged angel looks utterly provocative right now." Demon forced himself to keep talking, to put up the wall, the distance between them. What the hell was wrong with him! What the hell was he thinking?! He didn't have a heart, he didn't have a concious! Hell he barely had feelings at all!

 

Shaking his head he left the cell for a moment, not bothering with the door since he knew the angel wouldn't be getting anywhere quick. Even if Kitten did get out here, he would get no further. One door in and out, and it was currently locked. Demon had distinctly heard the snick of the lock behind Aros and his cronies had left. He almost chuckled at the thought. Just as much a prisoner as his captives, to be summoned like a lowly dog at the whims of another. Placing the wing on the desk with more care than he would ever admit he open the draw and pulled out a tube of slick before sticking it in his pocket. Maybe fucking the guy would put Demon's head back in the game!

 

A slow grin crossed over his lips as he glanced at the strung up angel. The other wing could wait.... let the angel stew over it.... to dread and anticipate when it too would be torn from him. With purposefully heavy footsteps, after all he didn't want his prey to miss his coming, Demon approached once more. "Now. Lets mix things up Kitten. How about I fuck you just like I promised before I return to our fun?"

 

White glowing eyes observed the guy, noting how tears streams down the guys face, how he looked barely concious. He grinned. Utterly debauched. at least in Demons eyes. Wasting no time, and feeling more centred, he approached the guy and took a fistful of the guys hair once more. Secretly he liked the feel of it.... Pulling him so that the guy was facing him, at least his head, Demon grinned. Bloody smile and all. "You're mine now Kitten." He leaned in and nuzzled the guys cheek, purposefully transferring some of the blood from his face there, as his tongue reached out and licked at the tear lines. "Who do you belong to Kitten? Tell me. Get the answer right and I will be nice to you." Control was a fine line of pushing and pulling and having the other accept it.

 

When the other stopped fighting, when they admitted to anything you wanted, you knew that their spirit was starting to break. And while many lied, at least in the beginning, repeated reinforcement soon turned those words to truth. Demon has seen it time and time again. This time would be no different. "Who?" He encouraged, moving to nuzzle the guys neck, once more transferring more of the blood. "Who owns you Kitten?"

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Arael distantly heard the demon saying something before leaving the cell, but paid it no heed. The only thing really registering in his mind was the pain where his right wing should have been. His pure white, beautiful wing… Although the throbbing was nowhere near as unbearable as when the demon had been biting the appendage off piece by agonizing piece, it was still enough to make him wish for unconsciousness.

 

That was not to be, however, because the demon was back. Gripping his hair and apparently trying to ask him something. At first, the angel couldn’t comprehend anything the blood covered creature was saying, so his golden eyes stared blankly into the white ones. Then the demon nuzzled and licked his face and, strangely enough, the gesture felt rather… comforting... "Who do you belong to Kitten? Tell me. Get the answer right and I will be nice to you." Arael was confused. He heard the words, but it was still difficult to understand the meaning behind them. "Who?" The face moved down to his neck. A strand of dark hair tickling his jaw finally brought him back to focus. "Who owns you Kitten?" The angel’s lips opened to automatically deliver an answer. You. But he paused when he realized the one giving him these deceptively soft touches was the same one who just moments ago had been ripping him apart. Arael shivered at the thought. "No one." He released a soft, resigned sigh and closed his eyes, knowing that with his answer out in the open, the torture would continue. "I belong to no one."

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Demon watched the glazed over gaze of the angel as he spread the blood from his own face on to him, intimately sharing the evidence of the torture he had just moments ago wrought.

 

"No one.... I belong to no one." Demon growled at those words, yanking hard once more on the hair wrapped around his fist. "Wrong answer." He was starting to feel like this was becoming his catch phrase around the angel! "Tut tut, Kitten."

 

Releasing his hold on the guys hair he allowed his claws to form, running them down the angels side tauntingly. He wanted the guy to feel them, to dread was would soon come. And while he knew the guy was half out of it, he suspected an adrenaline boost would soon wake him right up.... good job Demon knew just how to deliver one of those! "You're wearing far too many clothes for what I have planned for you." He sneered, using his claws to slice through the guys trousers and any possible underwear, before watching as the shredded remains floated almost gracefully to the floor. "Oops!" He mocked, "How clumpsy of me!"

 

The monologue he kept up was more as a focus for himself, he needed to keep his head in the game.... and what a game! His eyes trailed lustfully over the flesh revealed, and despite several gashes and bruises from his recent confrontation the guy was utterly perfect. Not a dimple out of place! In Demon's opinion he had everything just were it was supposed to be! Enough flesh to grab onto, an arse made for fucking... and spanking.... and perfect coloured flesh for leaving marks and love bites upon!

 

Demons claws curled in as he reached forward and almost gently caressed the guys cute little bubble butt. Over the years he had tortured and fucked some hideous backsides... purposefully tearing them apart simply because they disgusted him so much... yet the idea of seeing some blood mix with his seed dribbling out of this arse was more like an aphrodisiac when it came to his angel... how bloody appetising! "Let's test if you're truly a virgin." He mocked, pressing his body tight against the other, drawing them almost impossibly close, before snaking his arm up until his fingers were near his angels face once more. "Bite me and I will fuck you dry and raw. We clear?" He growled to support his words and to tell the other just how serious he was. "Now suck on them." Without another word he forced two digits into the others mouth, moving them around the guys tongue as if to 'help' him.

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Arael expected his captor to get violent after hearing his words, so he didn’t let out a sound when his hair was tugged. As the hand let go and reappeared at his side, the angel had to suppress a shiver. What was the demon going to do next? "You're wearing far too many clothes for what I have planned for you." Suddenly Arael was completely bare and he felt the demon’s eyes practically devouring his naked body. At this point the angel snapped completely awake. He knew what the demon was going to do to him, and his fears were confirmed when the creature started touching his rear.

 

A nearly inaudible whimper escaped his mouth. He was going to be raped, and there was nothing he could do to prevent it. He was effectively restrained, and even if he was free, Arael doubted he would have enough strength left to put up a fight.

 

"Let's test if you're truly a virgin." The demon drew him against his own body and Arael couldn’t help but cry out when the mangled stump of the ripped off wing came in contact with the demon’s chest. Then the creature brought two fingers up to the angel’s face. "Bite me and I will fuck you dry and raw. We clear?" A growl followed the demon’s threat, making Arael shudder in dread. "Now suck on them." And suddenly the digits were wrestling with his tongue. The angel was confused. He had no idea why the demon wanted to explore his mouth with fingers, and the pain from his shoulder blade was enough to distract him from even thinking of biting. So for once the angel obediently did as he was told.

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[CDemon was pleasantly surprised when he was wasn't bitten... perhaps his threat had been enough to express his seriousness and earn a sliver of cooperation... of course, it could be complete nativity on the others behalf also. Wriggling his fingers around the wet muscle in the guys mouth he got his fingers nice and slicked up with saliva before pulling them away. At the same time he leaned over and nuzzled the guy, praising in an amused tone, "Good Kitten, very good."

 

As Demon continued to nuzzle the guy, his saliva dripped fingers moved ever closer to the guys arse, running roughly down the crease before delving a little deeper, splitting those plump cheeks. He didn't do more than rub the guys tight little hole, his minds eye imagining the pretty pink muscle.... would it learn to wink at him in anticipation? Crave him? What a delicious concept!

 

A feral grin spread over his face, one of his fingers lightly probing deeper into the guys hole, forcing the muscle to give way so it could wiggle inside. "So fucking tight Kitten, did you save this just for me?" There was no doubt in Demon's mind that his angel was a virgin, that he would be the first... and that thought excited him more than any other could! His cock hard and throbbing so forcefully behind his jeans that he almost feared he would permanently have a zipper mark branded upon it!

 

"Oh I am going to enjoy fucking you Kitten!" He said right before he pulled out his first finger and forced two inside instead this time. Scissoring them once, twice, three times. "Oh yes, I am going to fuck you so hard.... my sweet angel. My Kitten." He licked a line up the guys neck, licking away some of the now dried blood he had transferred their earlier. While he teased the guys neck, he moved his fingers in and out, in and out, of the guys hole. He even crooked them just so to strike the guys prostate, the spongy glan spasming below his touch. He chuckled to himself. Pulling his fingers out with an exaggerated plop.

 

Demon ran his fangs down the guys neck and shoulder. Nibbling down his shoulder blade to his upper back. He wrapped one arm around the angels body, licking between his shoulder blades as he positioned himself behind the guy, With the hand not around his waist Demon reached down and unzipped himself, groaning in relief at the freedom he felt as his cock bobbed free.

 

Reaching into his pocket he took out the lube he had stashed there, and with a practised ease uncapped it with a snick and squeezed a blob onto his fingers before tossing it away. He ran his hand over his cock, once, twice, moaning in delight at the touch of foreplay he allowed. Deciding to be nice, but not too nice, he rubbed the rest of the lube around the guys waiting hole before lining himself up and slamming inside in one fast strike.

 

The heat that surrounded his cock was delicious, and he groaned in bliss. His fangs extending, and unable to resist, he struck with them as well. Embedding them in the shoulder above the guys missing wing. Fantastic!

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After a while of squirming, the fingers left the angel’s mouth, and the demon… rewarded his obedience... before slipping the slick digits in the cleft of his behind. A defiant thought, why didn’t I bite him, flashed through his head, but was replaced by fear as the fingers started rubbing. No, please, not this! Not now! But the frantic thoughts were for naught. Soon the demon forced one of the digits into Arael’s virgin hole, and the angel gasped. Even if it was wet with his saliva, the finger still felt very uncomfortable. "So fucking tight Kitten, did you save this just for me?" Arel shook his head and moaned out a stuttering no. "Oh I am going to enjoy fucking you Kitten!"

 

The angel sighed in relief when the finger was pulled out, but couldn’t help crying out as it was returned along with another one. He started trembling when the demon started seriously stretching him open. "Oh yes, I am going to fuck you so hard.... my sweet angel. My Kitten." A soft whine escaped Arael. "N-no, please!" But the digits just kept thrusting. He opened his mouth for another plea, but when his prostrate was touched he ended up letting out a pleasured moan instead. What was that? Then the fingers were withdrawn from his body completely.

 

Next the demon started nibbling and licking his upper back and Arael winced and hissed every time the touches came too close to his wounded shoulder blade. The angel heard the demon’s pleasured sounds and felt some slick substance rubbed to his hole. He had no time to react before the creature rammed his hardness into Arael’s passage.

 

He screamed. It burned, it hurt so much! He was going to split in two, he was sure of it. The angel was on the verge of passing out again, but was denied the blissful unconsciousness when the pricking of teeth sinking into his shoulder distracted him from it. Arael couldn’t help sobbing. "Please stop…"

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The guy whimpered and begged so prettily, but Demon knew that now he had started he would not stop... could not stop.

 

Withdrawing his fangs suddenly and licking the wound closed he moaned in utter bliss. A small smile upon his face as he licked between the guys shoulder blades once more. Giving him a moment, just a moment to get use to the intrusion. In many ways he was being far more gentle with his angel than he was others... but such perfection deserved only the best type of torture! "I'm afraid I can't do that Kitten. You squeeze my cock too perfectly to withdraw now."

 

He meant it too, such warm wet heat, the muscles rippling around his cock, as if trying to draw him closer, to keep in exactly where he was, were so very perfect! He knew the guy wouldn't relax, didn't consent to their joining. He couldn't help but stare at the point that they were joined, pulling back with enough force before pushing in once more, ensuring the other felt every hard inch of him. He hadn't missed earlier that the guy had moaned in pleasure, it must be such a curious thing, to be fucked for the first time.... and against your will no less! Only to have that special spot triggered, a hint of how things could possibly be... but likely wouldn't!

 

He angled himself just so and aimed for that secret little button once more, an evil smirk on his face as he slowly withdrew then rammed back in with enough force to make the very chains rattle.

 

Pulling out again he watched as the greedy muscle worked around his cock, sucking him back in, suckling him so very gently,a caress so intimate and sensual that his eyes shone bright white in his lust.. "Your mouth might say no Kitten... but your body wants me here, you should see this... it's magnificent how hungry your tight little hole is. How it sucks me back in. It wants me. Begging so prettily... will you beg for me Kitten?"

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Arael winced then shuddered, as the demon pulled his canines out from the injured shoulder and started licking him. The angel was glad the creature hadn’t moved yet, and was instantly disgusted with the implications of his own thought. It’s not like I want him to stay inside me! Then his attention moved back to the demon. "I'm afraid I can't do that Kitten. You squeeze my cock too perfectly to withdraw now." Contrary to his words, the creature started pulling out before thrusting back in, making Arael sob again.

 

It was just so painful. The hard length felt like it was burning his insides with every movement. Arael was sure he was bleeding not only from his upper back, but from his hole also. He knew begging would do him no good, so he tried to keep his mouth shut, but couldn’t stop a whine when the demon withdrew again. The next thrust was harder and thus hurt more than the previous, but at the same time the demon seemed to have hit something that made pleasure shoot up his spine. The angel arced his back and cried out in a hoarse voice, not even knowing himself if the sound was that of pleasure or pain.

 

What was that? The same as before? Why? Though the angel felt dirty for feeling even a tiny bit of pleasure at the hands of a demon, he didn’t have time to dwell on it because the demon was pulling out again and drowning Arael’s thoughts in agony once more. And even through the pain he felt his inner muscles trying to draw the creature’s hardness back in. Why was his body betraying him like this?

 

As if hearing his anguished thoughts, the demon answered. "Your mouth might say no Kitten... but your body wants me here, you should see this... it's magnificent how hungry your tight little hole is. How it sucks me back in. It wants me. Begging so prettily... will you beg for me Kitten?" Arael shook his head. "N-noo..." He tried to suppress a distressed whimper, but failed. He didn’t want this. Why was this happening to him?

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Picking up pace he thrust into the guy, hard and fast, his control starting to slip in the light of the sensation gripping him tightly. Making sure to strike that special gland inside of the angel from time to time... after all... there was no greater torture than actually getting off on being raped! Demon knew it was simply the body reacting.... luckily for him. most of his victims got so lost in their own heads that they forgot this very important fact. Start to focus and obsess about their 'shame'....! All the more fun for Demon.

 

His hands squeezed the guys hip, caressed his side, one travelling up his angels body while the other ventured down, playing with the soft almost downy hair of the guys pubes. How fitting for an angel, to be so soft and pliable everywhere... perhaps it was a requirement of God for them to be so. Perhaps it was simply his design to create such perfect creatures. He grinned, perhaps he should be thankful for that... in his arms he held perfection. Utter perfection!

 

Leaning forward he nuzzled the guys neck, kissing him tenderly. The blood that was surely now mixing with spit and lube made his thrusting much easier, the sleek wetness so welcome around him, allowing him to pick up speed, to take him harder, faster, more forceful.....

 

I wonder if I can make him cum? He mused to himself, feeling his own orgasm building, his pleasure floating and soaring like a palpable thing before him,. So close.... Once more changing his angle he ensured to strike the guys prostate once more. "Does that feel good Kitten? Do you like when I touch you there?" He did it again... and again. Noting the shifts in the guys moans... would they be pleasure filled or pained?

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As the demon’s movements gained speed, Arael couldn’t help making many different sounds from tiny whimpers to loud screams. Although there was pleasure mixed in with the pain, it wasn’t nearly enough to make the angel hard. Then, in contrast to the ever increasing pace and force of his thrusts, the demon started caressing him, nuzzling and kissing his neck like an actual lover. Combined with the pinpoint plunge against his prostrate, the pleasure was starting to increase. "Does that feel good Kitten? Do you like when I touch you there?" Arael couldn't answer as the demon kept aiming for the special spot inside him, but his body seemed to like the new kind of attention. His length was hardening a little more on each thrust until it was completely stiff, and the angel sobbed, fearful of the new kind of sensation between his legs. Why does it feel good?

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The fingers playing in the angels pubic hair didn't miss the hardening of the guys cock, especially when it reached up to greet him so nicely. A feral grin passed over his lips... he could just imagine the desperate thoughts the other was thinking right now. His fingers moved, tracing lightly across the veined surface; noting the silky smoothness of the others hardness, like forged steel; before gripping the appendage with more force. He squeezed a little tighter than he should at first, wanting the other to silently know what Demon had found, to force even more shame into a horrible situation. He didn't keep that grip though, not for long. After all, he wanted the guy hard! To add to the humiliation and shame he must already be feeling!

 

His thrusts didn't stop, Demons hips slamming back into the bloody and waiting hole again and again. The hand that had wandered up the angels body stopped at the guys nipples, tugging and rubbing until they formed hard little nubs... hard nubs that Demon longed to suck and lick and bite at. But not now... he would take the guy again, he would indulge in all his little fantasies before this guy burnt out!

 

His pace became almost erratic, desperate even, as he chased after his peak, seeking the pleasure he knew was just within his grasp if he dared to seize it! He grunted, his hand moving up and down like a steady tattoo on the guys cock, jacking him off in time with his thrusts. In, out, up, down, in, out, up, down.... the cycle went round and round, all the while Demon's pleasure mounted.

 

Demon's teeth elongated once more, daring him, willing him to take another bite of the delicious ambrosia before him... and really, who was he to resist? He felt himself on the cusp of climax, and seeing no reason to deny himself he slammed himself balls deep in the guy, struck with his teeth once more, and came in heavy spurts of precious seed. His white goodness filling up the glorious heat that surrounded him. Spurt after spurt filling the angel, claiming him so fully inside that the other would never forget who had been here first, who had claimed him, who had stolen his precious virginity. Demon. He was no branded as his!

 

He roared, his head releasing his bite as it flung back. The feeling of being inside the angel too good to contain with grunts alone. The sound was one of ecstasy, delight, pleasure.... so much pleasure. Such perfect heat and tightness.

 

Despite his own climax Demon had continued to move his hands on the other, to continue to stimulate him. "Come for me Kitten." He demanded, panting as he started to come down from his pleasure induced high. "Can you feel my cum in you hungry arse? Filling you to the brim. Claiming you. Marking you as mine." His tongue flicked out and lazily licked at the latest bite he had left upon the other, "Utterly delicious Kitten." And he truly meant those three little words.

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The angel flinched as the demon started touching the hardness between his legs, and whined loudly when the light caresses changed to a painfully tight hold. For a moment he was sure the demon was going to rip that off too but then the grip loosened and started to feel good. The creature’s other hand snaked to Arael’s nipples, and after a few touches they hardened and became more sensitive. All the while the demon kept pumping the angel’s length and pounding into his abused hole, slick with blood. Slowly, but surely, the pleasurable sensations were starting to override the pain; and Arael’s moans were changing their tone to reflect that.

 

Arael was ashamed. How was it possible to feel pleasure when he was being raped? When the one doing it was a demon, of all things? No, I don’t want this! He sobbed before letting out another moan. "No, stop! Please!" But his words were paid no heed, the demon just kept at it.

 

Suddenly the creature’s fangs pierced his skin, again, simultaneously as his hardness was slammed deep into the angel’s backside. Arael felt the demon’s seed spilling inside him in spurts and stinging the torn spots of his passage. The angel heard his roar while desperately trying to stop himself from following the demon into completion. "Come for me Kitten… Can you feel my cum in you hungry arse? Filling you to the brim. Claiming you. Marking you as mine." The soothing lick at his newest wound combined with the hands still pleasuring him was enough to make the tortured male reach his climax with a strangled cry.

 

Waching his own seed slowly drip down the wall he heard the demon calling him delicious. Tears of shame began to run down his cheeks and he whimpered once more before his exhaustion brought the blessed darkness of unconsciousness down on him.