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Clueless to the dark thoughts and shadowed past belonging to the man whose hand she clasped, Diane laughed in delight and innocently allowed him to tug her away from the safety of the bar and hotel lobby. Her smile never slipped. Why would it? She was living! Her stomach fluttered, her head felt light and pleasantly dizzy as they walked down a hall towards the elevator. Her mind buzzed not just from the alcohol, but with heady images of what was soon to happen. Or at least, what she believed would happen. For her, this would be a night of pleasure given by someone else, a night where the burden of making decisions of any kind would rest on someone else's shoulders. People didn't understand the significant pressure suffered by those in charge, those who bore the responsibility of success or failure depending upon what choices they made. Following orders was easy. If it went wrong, well... it wasn't your fault, you were only doing as you were told. If the sex was bad between her and James, well... his fault.

Not everyone could handle being in charge either. She gave James a sidelong look and wondered if he could deal with it. Sure, he had underlings. He ordered a few people about but could he really exercise the type of control it would take to make someone like her obey? Oh, she'd play along tonight regardless, just for the opportunity to be able to say, "I did that." Even if she never told anyone else, she'd know, and that was enough. But she was curious, now, about his ability to truly dominate. Sure he had quite the determined look on his face, but she wasn't willing to bet the farm on that alone.

Diane was under no illusions when it came to this sort of sex play. The true charm lay in the power struggle between partners. That's what had always fascinated her, it's what made her save those pictures and drew her to those books. She was a natural alpha personality. Strong. Decisive. Stubborn. Determined. It's why she made a good leader, it's how she managed to climb the corporate ladder as fast as she had. It wouldn't be easy to make someone like her really submit.

Hell, she wasn't even sure if it was possible. Eh, whether James proved to be worthy of servitude, and the word amused her enough she chuckled out loud, he was damn good looking and it had been way too long since she got laid. The elevator doors chimed open and she stepped inside, not needing his direction to automatically reach for the numbered buttons. "What floor are you on? I can't remember if I had Karen reserve you a penthouse suite or not."

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James could see the quiet amusement dancing in her eyes and he wondered what was the cause of it. Was she finding some amusement in the fact that they were even doing this, reversing roles and testing the sexual waters together? Or was there something deeper in it all, a sort of drunken philosophy session between her better judgment and her expectations of where this was headed? Regardless of what it might have been, James was not going to allow her to see him as nothing more than a one-night stand, a casual encounter that had failed to live up to what she dreamed it would be. He was a determined man and his stubbornness would either be his saving grace or the catalyst to his failure with Diane.

He reached out and touched the number for his floor, the second-to-top floor that was reserved for the luxury suites. It was no penthouse but the company had proved nonetheless. It was comfortable, expansive and had a full wet bar that the company paid for. What was not to like? "Karen got me one of the luxury rooms on the twentieth floor. Nice view too. I can't complain."

James chuckled softly as the elevator started its journey up the floors. He glanced over at her, the bemused look not diminishing in the slightest from her lovely face. He furrowed his brow and decided it was time for another test, to push her boundaries and see just how serious she really was about all this. Enough toying around, as the old expression went. "Diane? Take off your dress and hand it to me." A simple request but a daring, challenging one all the same.

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Diane grinned and pulled her hand back, letting James push the floor button himself. It cost her nothing to do so. She was amused at the infant power struggle going on between them already, although thought she might be the only one who seen it for what it was. At least right now. James was just a man, she figured all he was concerned with was the fact he was going to get laid. Deeper thoughts about her being his superior probably didn't enter the equation. And now he wanted her to strip right here in the elevator? She searched his face to see if he was serious and found that yes, he was. It was a challenge. A dare. Did he think she wouldn't do it?

Diane didn't even hesitate. She had fun with it, making quick work of the three tiny pearl buttons on the back of her dress. She didn't immediately rip it over her head, but took her time, gathering the skirt up in both hands so only an inch of skin was revealed at a time. She watched his face as first the garter, then the tops of her stockings, then the straps came into view. Up... up... those lacy white panties, the rounded curve of hips... she pushed the material up higher, exposing the flat plane of her toned pale stomach. Higher still, forced to be blind as she finally pulled the dress over her eyes, revealing the promised white bra that seemed strained in its attempt to hold her breasts in check.

She shook out her hair free and then stared at James, eyes flashing a challenge of their own. _Do you like what you see? Not too bad for a business woman, right? No, I'm not one of your skinny models, I have curves. I have breasts that will bulge around your fingers when you squeeze them. I look damn good and I know it._ Diane stood relaxed with that confident smile that bordered on arrogance, unconcerned with the thought that the elevator may chime open at any moment. There was a soft voice in the back of her mind whispering that this was wrong, that someone might see, that the behavior was not acceptable for a woman of her standing... but the delightful drunken buzz made it easy to ignore and offered what seemed like perfectly logical arguments.

She was excited, right? Wasn't it nice to feel this way for a change instead of bored with the everyday routine her life had fallen in to? Who cared that they shuffled from city to city, the hotels and work remained the same. She liked the look in his eyes, the firm set of his mouth, the dark promise of heat and satisfying sex. In her current state of mind, anybody else who looked on her would see a gorgeous woman in the prime of her life and either wish they were standing in her place, or his. James was a lucky man. She held the limp fabric of her dress out towards James, letting it dangle from her finger tip, then arched a brow at him. _I met your challenge, what's next? You're the one calling the shots, right?_

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James was indeed a lucky man and if she played her cards right, she might just be as fortunate. While the alcohol might have heightened her sense of self-importance and her opinion of her loveliness, James could not deny that his boss did look stunningly beautiful standing there in just her underwear, stockings and heels, her dress held out in offering to him with a brazen grin on her alluring face. She had risen to his challenge and he couldn't have been more pleased with it. Perhaps she was more willing to go through with this than he had initially thought. "A good start then."

She was a vision of curvy beauty that he had always secretly admired. James often photographed women who were barely more than walking skeletons, the emaciated standard of an industry drunk on its own hypocrisy. He still did his work but that did not mean he had to find purpose in such women. No, it was the women like Diane with all of their sensuality and femininity that did it for him and as she stood there in her white lingerie, he couldn't have thought of a more perfect woman to spend his evening with. The morning might bring a different opinion altogether.

James took her dress and folded it over his left arm, picking a piece of lint from his suit jacket as the elevator roared up the remaining floors and stopped at their floor with a soft chime. The metallic doors parted and the long stretch of carpeted hallway greeted them. His luxury suite was at the end of the hallway, just off to the left. There were only six other doors, all of them shut. But privacy could not be guaranteed. At any moment, one of those doors could open and reveal an intruder into their little game. Someone would see a scantily-clad woman and her fully-dressed counterpart grinning at each other as they stepped out of the elevator and paused as the man looked over at the lovely companion of his and muttered a strange demand, a devilish grin on his handsome face. "On your knees, Diane. I want you to crawl into that room."

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That's when her smile slipped. The confidence flickered and waned as she stood unsure and unprepared. It was not a familiar feeling. Insult and indignation rushed in to fill the brief void, granting her strength and putting the steel back in her spine. How dare he? Crawl? Crawl down the hallway like a dog... for him?!

Disappointment was there, too. She'd had such high hopes although she'd yet to fully define those for herself just yet. They were simply there, dark desires she couldn't consciously acknowledge. But she knew she wanted something more, craved it, and had thought that possibly James could be the man to scratch that itch. It made her sad to think all that excitement had been for nothing, that the evening would not end with fireworks and lazy satisfaction, but with anger, regret, and shame.

She'd really wanted... if she didn't do it, he'd win. What was her real problem with this? Well... she didn't believe he was enough of a leader, enough of an alpha so to speak, to deserve her compliance with his demands. Respect and submission were like trust---they weren't automatically given, one had to earn them. She'd been his boss for so long that it was hard to look at him in that kind of light. It wasn't her failing, it was his. And she could be generous enough to give him the opportunity, couldn't she? Yes.

More than likely James could see the internal debate written in the various emotions flashing through her eyes. If he paid attention, then he'd also see the moment the decision had been reached, right before that sly smirk slanted her lips and she stalked forward, taking hold of his tie as she passed. She let the soft fabric slip through her fingers and only firmed her grip when it reached the end. A gentle tug encouraged him to follow her out into the hallway where she'd press herself against his side.

Diane wanted him to feel her breasts framing his upper arm and the ready heat from her cunt against his thigh. She tilted her head and lifted up on her toes just enough so she could whisper the words directly into his ear, letting her lips brush against that curve of cartilage, her breath a warm wash upon sensitive skin. "Make me."

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The tirade of emotions that played behind Diane's eyes was exquisite. She was struggling with her nature as an authoritarian, an instinctive demeanor that she had to wear constantly. She was the alpha of their department and she was usually the one who issues the orders to him, not the other way around. To truly enjoy herself, Diane was going to have to learn how to surrender up her mantle of authority and give into the whims of a man who was her "lesser" in the professional sphere they shared. She was on the verge of giving him control but first, she had to be defiant to appease her conflicted nature and challenge him to see if he would indeed prove worthy.

'Make me.' Such a test made James's urge to dominate her kick into overdrive. He had been waiting for the right time to show her just how serious he was about getting her submission, even if it was just for one drunken evening of debauchery. Her teasing caresses only made him all the more adamant on seeing her on her knees and begging to be fucked. If she wanted to test his conviction, she had certainly found a way of coaxing it out of him. James turned on her fiercely, a possessive gleam in his darkened eyes.

The hallway was still empty and the doors chimed again as a reminder that they should have disembarked by now. James ignored it as he pushed her forward, one firm hand resting on the small of her back. They stood on the threshold of the carpeted hallway and it was there that James grabbed her roughly by her long, blond hair and pulled her close, their bodies joined together by his steely grasp. His warm breath washed over her face as he leaned in close and kissed her roughly, his fingers still coiled in those lightly-colored strands.

His tongue invaded her mouth as his free hand snaked between her legs, brushing against her lace-clad sex teasingly. He pressed two fingers against her and began to stroke her through the thin fabric of her panties. He could feel the heat coming off her cunt and he left little to the imagination as he took one of her hands and placed it on his rigid cock as it strained against the material of his trousers. He hadn't been so aroused in quite a long time and he was not about to waste such an opportunity because she was having second chances.

He touched her for a long moment as he decided if she was worth it or not. In the end, there was no denying what he wanted. James broke the kiss and tugged harder on her hair, forcing her head back and her stare upward to meet his stern gaze. His hand withdrew from between her legs and moved up to her shoulders. As he spoke in a frighteningly intimidating tone of voice, he pushed hard on her shoulders and tried to force her to her knees. "I said crawl, little slut. If you want to get fucked, you will do as I say."

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There was a moment when Diane thought her doubts had been confirmed, a single heartbeat of time that thudded with disappointment and resignation. Diane couldn't explain why she felt that way or why the two emotions were so strong. Had it lasted any longer than that, there might have been tears to contend with. But it didn't, and there weren't. Her breath left in a startled exhale as he yanked her by the hair, their bodies close enough she could feel his arousal pressing against lace and bare flesh. He was stronger than she'd thought, holding her with an iron grip, claiming her with his mouth and the possessive sweep of a determined tongue. Diane welcomed his touch, her body molding itself to his as she eagerly responded to that kiss. Her tongue danced with his, following his lead, her mouth obediently opened for his exploration.

His touch between her legs pressed the already damp fabric against that tiny bundle of too-sensitive nerve endings and she wasn't aware of making the needy whimper breathed against his lips. The hallway had disappeared, her world narrowed so that James and what he was doing to her were the only things to exist. The feel of his hardness cupped in the palm of her hand sent delicious anticipatory shivers down her spine. She squeezed and stroked him with a trembling hand and when he pulled away she could only stare at him with a stunned expression on her passion flushed face.

It was too easy for him to force her to her knees, they'd already gone weak so she practically melted to kneel on the floor at his feet. The look on his face, the tone of his voice, he hit just the right notes to activate some hidden door inside her mind. Diane knew what she was doing was strange. She was aware of the doors and the feel of the carpet as she began to crawl away from him towards the room he'd indicated. Somebody could step out for ice or... anything, really. Then her wanton behavior would be witnessed by a total stranger and they'd assume she was a prostitute or some easy slut James had managed to pick up at the bar. This was wrong. Or... it should be wrong. She shouldn't be doing it...

Diane crawled slowly, hips swaying, ass and thighs contracting and relaxing around thin strips of white satin and lace. She moved with a natural grace, the motions fluid and filled with feline grace. Every few moments some unfamiliar urge made her strain to crane her neck and check out James over her shoulder, searching for some sign of approval. Was she doing this right? What if she arched her back just a little more and pushed out her ass? Did he like that?

Diane stopped when she reached his door, of course, and waited with a slightly expectant and oddly peaceful look on her face. The world had narrowed again, eyes only on James. She never noticed the chime of the elevator or the white robed man who stepped off, toweling his wet hair on his way back to his room. Never seen him jerk to a stop as if he'd struck an invisible wall, his dark eyes moving back and forth between the dazed scantily clad beauty kneeling on the floor and the executive whose feet she rested beside.

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For James, it broke down into a disciplined and neat regiment of belief and thought, of rational behavior and social expectations. It was the proverbial method to his madness. Once dominance was asserted, it was so easily remembered how to continue through the steps of continuing to maintain such control over another. Submission was given once trust was established or taken, once the other recognized the authoritarian held all of the power and could reward or punish accordingly. The rewards were often given to coax the submissive into doing what the dominant wanted and the punishments kept the control ratio established. They were often not that far apart, one sometimes masquerading as another. In the end, both parties got what they wanted and certain biological and psychological needs were fulfilled.

He did not doubt that Diane would have agreed with his assessment, giving her own professional nature as his boss and the head of a large department of staff. It was not that much different from her duties as their de facto leader and he as her subordinate but the positions had been reversed for the evening. He was the one wielding the authority while she crawled quite literally and did what he asked. How ironic it was that their sexual appetites were so different from their employment status. It was not lost upon James as he followed after her, his dark eyes never leaving her backside as she crawled towards his suite.

She knew what she was doing. He could tell by how she moved, how she raised her hips just a little bit more or shook her ass as she crawled. She was seducing him just as he was her, her speaking with her body while he used his words and his voice. By the time they reached the end of the hallway, he was smiling approvingly and had placed one firm hand on her head, petting her like some beloved animal companion.

A pet. That's what Diane had become for the evening; his beloved pet. His lips curled into a sadistic smile as he unlocked the door and nudged her behind with his foot. "Go inside and kneel, little whore. Near the bed." James turned around only briefly as he shut the door, the toweled man still staring at them both. James gave the man a knowing smile and a wink as he closed and locked the door, a soft laugh escaping his lips. He knew what it was and it only made his blood run all the hotter. She was waiting for him and he was not about to squander such a wonderful opportunity. "Close your eyes and open your mouth, slut."

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Diane's eyes fluttered closed with that approving touch of his hand. A small voice in the back of her mind whispered that it was demeaning to be stroked and petted as if she were a pet, but it was drowned under the flush of pleasure and the mysterious release of tension in the pit of her stomach. James was happy. Diane'd done something right.

Heady with anticipation, she stood up and practically floated inside the room, still oblivious to the witness left gaping as James shut and locked the door. Diane didn't bother taking in the tasteful, but boring, decor. One hotel room looked much like any other and both she and James had seen enough to be familiar with any layout. With the ease of experience, she navigated the room, bypassing everything with a single minded determination aimed for the lush bed.

He'd told her what to do. At the bedside, she turned to face him, breath leaving her on a shuddered sigh at the look on his face. If she'd doubted his abilities before, that hard, dark look etched across his chiseled features wiped them all away. James knew this game. He was skilled at it.

Suddenly plagued with uncertainty and insecure, Diane sank to her knees and nervously licked her lips. She hardly recognized herself right now, had no idea who this fragile creature was that knelt at the bedside awaiting the whims of the forceful male that stalked towards her across the room. She watched him with smoldering desire tainted with the faint brush of fear. And yet, she obeyed, parting her lips and waiting for whatever it was he may do next.

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While James knew the dangerous game they were playing, he did not know just how far she would go in her role as the submissive little slut. It was a temporary role at best for Diane for she was far too assertive by nature, at least in James's experience. But, the sudden look of anticipation and the heady sigh that escaped her lips as she followed him into the room made him wonder just how deep her urge to surrender to him ran. Was it the allure of not having to be in charge, of being able to cast aside such tendencies and let someone else take command that drew her in? Or was it something far more instinctual, far more readily accepted by a woman of her stature?

Whatever the reasoning, seeing her carry out his demands with such alacrity only made him want her more. And he would have her in due time. "That's a good girl."

He stalked towards her quietly, pacing around her as she looked up at him expectantly with her mouth hanging open. Clad in white lace and silken stockings, she looked every part the beautiful angel who was taking her first stumbling steps into a larger world. But, the flush of her skin and the quickening of her breath told him that she wanted this, craved it on some level that went beyond a little curiosity. She would not disappoint and neither would he.

The sound of his zipper being lowered broke the silence. He pulled aside the cloth and took out his hard cock. He was a large man and he placed both hands on the side of her pale cheeks as he tugged her head towards his crotch. He slowly slide his girthy member into her awaiting mouth, using just the tip of it to hint at what awaited her. "Suck my cock, whore."


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It only happened once every century, the day where an angel would step out of the heavens and join the humans on the world. Unfortunately for the gods, the demons had caught wind of this, and throughout the last fifty years, have prepared for the day that this particular event would occur. Malekai, the lord of Hell had sent out an assassin for this specific day with one simple mission, Bechlem, to grab the virginal angel and bring them to him. Whether it was a female or male, it would not matter. Having a pure spirit entombed and sent into the depths of hell was one of the best gifts that Malekai could receive. Since Malekai knew this, and assumed that the assassin would want a piece of the angel, Malekai agreed that the assassin could have one release on the boy, but that was it.

So, Bechlem the assassin waited for the boy to come down, hiding behind a particular group of trees and foliage that had grown in the same area. He knew that the angel would be beamed down onto the Earth while no human was looking, so that the Earth would not turn over from the realization that the Gods did exist. A knife was held in the assassin's hand. The assassin looked to be a regular human, however he dressed in a way that would remind one of the Italian Era assassins. His eyes were completely red, including the pupils and his skin was a deep red. He stood very tall, at a complete 6 foot, and he glowed with demonic red energy. His hands were glowing a menacing purple, showing off his power and his ability to capture this angel and bring him down into the bowels of hell. But for now he would wait, and sneak up on the angelic man.

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Very rarely did an angel venture to the inbetween place that was Earth; it was dangerous to move so far from the safety of Heaven, and while every individual angelic being held their own degree of power, demons would leap on any opportunity to capture one of such purity and as such the risk was usually not deemed worth the potential loss. There were times however, when human souls were born that were simply too important to be left to find their own way to Heaven; good souls throughout history had had a personal escort to the after-life, to ensure that the forces of the Abyss did not steal sch goodness. That was why an angel was dispatched on one seemingly ordinary day, and braved the dangers of Earth.

Sancto could not be seen by mortals; his slender frame was eerily perfect and ethereal as he stepped through the grassy clearing. His skin was an unearthly pale shade, long hair of purest white hanging elegantly around his shoulders to hang at his hips in a graceful curtain to shadow his every movements. Likewise, his eyes were white; crystal clear in their perception of the world as he turned slowly to seek out the soul he had been sent to retrieve. Thankfully it was a fairly sparsely populated area and as such there wouldn't be much in the way of confusion; all the better... he wanted to be away from the world of Sin.

It clung to his perfect form like a layer of dirt and the faintest of frowns marred his porcelain lips as he sighed softly, a hand lifting to rest against his chest, releasing a slow, steady breath. He closed his eyes and focused upon the divine energies that surrounded both himself and his target, a shimmer of white light emerging to entwine around his slender body, only to trickle out in a random direction through the trees. It lit the way to his target, and Sancto nodded simply, turning and beginning to make his way forwards through the light. The silver robes fluttered about his feet to give the impression that he was constantly in flight, but was dominated by the great white wings that were folded neatly against his back.

They were magnificent; they glittered with their own light, gentle rustles echoing his silent footsteps as each feather gleamed with its own brilliance. So focused was he on his task, that the thought of a demon being nearby hadn't occurred to him; it was a lax of judgment on his part, but he had to hurry... if the soul died before he reached it...

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Demons were the more powerful being when they were taken from their own realm and thrown into the middle ground that was Earth. That was shown by the degree of sin that was being exhibited by the members on Earth. It was so easy to sin, then to lead a pious life that ended up in Heaven. The assassin unsheathed a blade that was nearby his hip, a kris dagger that was jagged and looked to have a poison on the end of it. He imagined plunging the dagger deep into the angel's heart and pulling him down to hell, damning the angel to a life of servitude. But he was an angel, they were already did. He was sure that the lord would enjoy asking the angel how he died, since he looked to be no younger then 25. He placed the dagger back into his jacket though, he didn't need such a luxury.

Bechlem moved in closer on the angel, his steps making no noise on the grass, but they did heat up the grass around him and leave his steps as completely bare ovals of land. If the angel didn't look behind him, there was no way that he was going to notice the one that was about to seal the man's fate. Malekai was looking in the background, through the man's eyes, and he felt his cock stirring in his pants. Incubi were on their knees in front of him, chains all around their wrists and ankles while semen stains were on their face. If Malekai had enough semen to cover the faces of 5 different incubi, then Sancto was going to have trouble pleasing Malekai, but maybe that was the reason. The assassin moved up behind Malekai and placed his hand on the angel's back, implanting demonic energy. His other hand wrapped around the angel's face, as he pushed in the angel's nose and prevented him from breathing. However he didn't let the boy pass out, oh no, he was going to be awake for this.

Bechlem implanted pure sin and lust into the boy, that would completely nullify the angel's powers and he then placed a dagger against the angel's stomach. "On your knees." The assassin immediately said, and he pushed the angel just in case he was too scared to do so. Then he placed his hand on the man's hair and pulled him up to the assassin's cloth pants. "No one will see us if we do this, so there is no reason to hide it." He said to the angel, smirking down at him. He was probably terrified by the fact that he was now going to be raped, but this would only be the beginning. Bechlem couldn't penetrate the boy, he had to save it for the lord.

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He was too focused on his mark, too blind to everything else as he walked slowly through the clearly, his hand lifted to follow the soft glow that would guide him to the good soul he needed. Had Sancto though to be more aware, the assassin would not have come within five feet of him, but as it was his focus was too lax and he found himself swiftly held firmly in the vice-like grip, his pale eyes widening in shock as his concentration was shattered. "Ah..." A soft exclamation was all that echoed from his lips however; nothing like the terror the demon seemed to expect.

Angels showed little in the way of emotion, in direct opposition to the demon who reveled in it, and even as the blade was lifted to his stomach, Sancto didn't make a move. "Do not spill Holy blood, demon... it will be known and you will not see the Pits again..." It was a grave crime to harm one of the Flock, and the angel's wings flexed slightly where they were uncomfortably pressed between his back and the would-be assassin's chest. "Step back; my wings grow uncomfortable." He added quietly, his features a picture of eerie calm before the sudden surge of emotion; of Sin was pumped forcibly inside his body.

He jerked and gasped sharply, a flicker of fear echoing in pale eyes as he trembled faintly at the coldness that spread over him. He could feel the lack of energy around him, could feel the link between himself and his Brothers fade under the demon's influence, and he shook his head quickly. "N-No! You cannot tear me from them!" The fear of being alone was suddenly very real, and Sancto writhed before he was commanded to kneel upon the floor.

"I kneel only for my Lord." Sancto stated firmly, though he didn't resist as he was pushed downwards, his eyes slipping closed. "Whatever you do... you will not get away with, demon... even if you should kill me..." His body trembled slightly as he was tugged upward by long white hair, his head face the assassin's pants where he could smell the terrible scent of arousal, of lust. "No... no, I will not let you sully my body!" He resisted, trying to lean back and away, pushing his hands against the demon's.

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This angel was strong... maybe that was why he was the one who was sent down to the Earth. There was no way that the Gods would send down a weak angel if they wanted a very important soul to be pulled up into Heaven. Bechlem wasn't scared of Sancto's words, matter of fact, he was excited by them. The angel had just given up the one thing that would show off the demon's intervention and explained it. So as long as Bechlem didn't draw blood, then he wouldn't be caught and burned by the light. Such wonderful advice. He pressed his hand back against the man's shoulder as he struggled, and he moved onto Sancto's neck and ran his tongue along the side of it, keeping him still while his cock stirred in his pants.

He heard the words of his own lord, "Hurry up and do it, I want my turn with him." in his head and he nodded before moving his hand to the angel's head, holding him in place. "If you make a single movement that I don't allow, then I will cut you off from the Heavens and turn you into one of us." He said, smirking as the red glowing substance had injected into the angel's head, promoting lustful thoughts and sinful actions. However whether the angel could hold it back or not was on him. The sin would disappear in a half hour, so if the angel could hold back until then, he would still be clean.

Bechlem held the angel with one hand while his other had tugged at his cloth pants. When they fell to his ankles, a long and hard cock had sprung forth, poking Sancto in his cheek. He used his other hand to grab the angel's hair, and he wrapped a lock of the man's hair around his cock, feeling the silky sensation wrap around his member and he let out a groan before smirking down at the angel, keeping his head in place so he had to see this. He tapped the head of his cock against the angel's cheek again, and he then switched up the position. He pushed the angel onto his back and then let go of his hair beforehand so he wouldn't feel it rip. Then he would place his knees on the angel's shoulders and push his cock into the angel's face. Now he was immobile, since the demon was too strong to allow the angel to fly away. Back where he started, he grabbed a lock of the angel's hair, wrapped it around his cock, and started to stroke himself, letting out ostentatious groans from the feeling. "I didn't know that an angel's hair felt so good... you are committing a sin, allowing a man to bed with you, how does it feel?"

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Sancto gritted his teeth at the close proximity he shared with the demon; simply being beside a creature of such sin for too long was difficult for him to bare and he writhed slightly, pale eyes casting upwards as if to call for one of his kin. His wings flapped weakly, the surge of dark power serving its purpose well in keeping him grounded and he could do little but watch as Bechlem reached for strands of long hair to grip it tightly; effectively pinning his head in place. "Nngh... defiler... filth... you will not taint me..." He murmured quietly, his stomach lurching as he saw demonic hands shift to the assassin's cloth pants.

His eyes closed and he turned his head as much as possible from the thick shaft that was revealed, the powerful scent of arousal almost sickening to the angel as he felt the tip nudge against his cheek as if to openly mock him. He would do nothing he was demanded; only the Lord could command His flock and though his body might be stained, it could be wiped clean once again... so long as his mind remained pure. "Sin... it is... revolting..." He whispered, refusing to look at the demon before he found himself pushed back toward the ground.

He cried out softly in some degree of pain as his wings were trapped beneath him, bent at uncomfortable angles and he flinched back as the assassin straddled his chest, knees pinning his shoulders down to ensure he couldn't move. The hand wrapped around his white hair once again and weaved it around the thick cock; using it as a source of pleasure as he openly groaned and rubbed himself into Sancto's hair. The tip nudged his cheek occasionally, smearing a slight dampness upon perfected flesh and his hands clenched tightly as impulses began to trickle into his mind in an attempt to poison him.

But it would take more than a mere assassin to manipulate this one and he shook his head as much as he could, eyes opening slightly to stare upwards into the demon's face. "I... will not fall... not at your hands."

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The feeling of pleasure... anonymous sex with people that Bechlem did not know and did not care about, was wonderful. Being able to sin every day in the bowels of Hell was something that he had lived for, and was happy he was finally able to do when he had killed himself and sent himself immediately to Hell. But pleasing himself wasn't the only good thing about sinning, being able to finish on the face of an angel was something that he never thought he would be able to do, through the eons of his existence. But now as he stroked Sancto's hair up and down his throbbing cock, his head poking the angel's cheek and rubbing precum on his features, he was glad that he decided to be the assassin. All it took was a small amount of sin, and he was useless.

Angels were weak beings. They were not able to handle the anti version of themselves, while demons were at least able to handle a small amount of holy power before they would disintegrated into purgatory. His hands were full as he held the angel down, not caring about his hurt wings or uncomfortable status while he abused the angel's hair, rubbing it back and forth on his cock while he stroked himself. He could do this for centuries, eons, but he didn't want to leave his master waiting. He started to trigger the high before an orgasm, and he pumped his cock faster and harder. The precum was collecting on the angel's cheek as Bechlem stroked back and forth and it wasn't long before his orgasm had hit him.

Ropes of cum had shot out of his cock as he felt his orgasm, pulling his cock away from the angel's hair but remaining it nearby his head. He shot ropes of cum into the angel's hair and face, covering his face with the sinful seed of a demon. He had to make sure not to lick any of it, since a demon's seed was a powerful aphrodisiac. Bechlem groaned out in an ostentatious fashion as he pumped his cock a few more times to make sure that it was emptied of his seed, and he then flipped Sancto over so that he could fashion immovable handcuffs on the angel's wrists, and keep his hand on the man's wings so that he wouldn't be able to fly away. He injected more sin into the angel, pressing a seal into his right shoulder, before he started to sink into the ground, pulling the angel with him. He was being pulled into Hell, where he could no longer be saved.

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Let the demon find his pleasure; Sancto didn't care. Of course he would rather not feel such a filthy touch upon his skin and hair, would rather be spared the subtle humiliation of the whole affair but he would recover easily enough. He would remember this demon's scent and ensure that divine justice was dealt in due time; angels were infinitely patient after all, there was no need for him to panic or concern himself with his appearance. Detached would have summed him perfectly as he waited for the inevitable release of sinful pleasure, the only true discomfort coming from the awkward positioning of his wings and a faint frown came to his lips as he felt the demon tugging harder and faster; he was nearly done.

Pale eyes opened to stare in an accusatory gaze upwards towards the demon, their depths glittering slightly and burning with righteous fire that, given enough time, would strike out and condemn his attacker yet further. Even as he heard the low moan of sin, felt the thick ropes of fluid cling to his silken hair and skin, his stare remained; lips held firmly shut to avoid such contamination. 'Are you happy, demon?' His voice rippled through the air; carried across on his divine gaze. 'Such base desires will not hamper me; you have failed.'

Unfortunately, his stare was broken before the process could be completed as he was flipped onto his front, arms fastened behind his back with some abyssal chain. His wings strained against the demon's grip and he gasped sharply at the seal he felt burn into his shoulder, the uncomfortable lurch of his stomach. He was descending; such a thing wasn't possible, or so he believed. Angels could not enter the domains of Hell and yet as his body sank there was little denying it. "No... I cannot go there... it is forbidden!" Sancto struggled then, his wings flapping uselessly against the pull of the abyss. "You break our laws of Balance, demon... this will not be allowed to stand."

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Bechlem laughed as the two of them sank into the ground, not caring about the angel's fighting and replies that Bechlem will end up suffering for what he has done. As long as Bechlem was inside of Hell, there was no way that he was going to suffer. He was the man that was going to bring this new angel to the lord of the underworld, the man that had caused so much death and destruction. The man that was able to go through dozens of incubi and succubi a day and still remain hard when someone pulled down his pants. The man that had taken everything from everyone and was powerful enough to keep it. It was a good thing he was unable to come to the Earth, because if he did, he would eliminate all peace and turn the Earth into a globe of sin. He was the Lord, and this angel would become his own personal slave.

Bechlem and the angel had fallen onto solid ground, Bechlem landing on his feet while the angel would have been able to land at his knees, but nothing more, since he was being held in this fashion. The assassin brought the angel to his knees and he then started to walk the angel, dragging him like a puppy on a leash with his handcuffs until they reached what looked to be a gigantic castle, guarded by many demonic beings with spears and glowing auras around their forms. They all would look at the angel as they passed, their cocks throbbing at the sight of him. However they knew that he must be the property of someone, and they must be careful when it came to fighting over someone.

As Bechlem kicked the door open to the throne room of the Lord, the walls of the room were lined with guards, all of them staring straight at the door when it had opened. Each demonic being had looked towards the angel and there was some whispering among the guards as they saw this creature. They knew what it was, an angel that wouldn't last very long in the pits of Hell. Bechlem pulled Sancto to the steps before the throne and he threw the angel onto the stairs, before pulling out a hand crossbow and pointing it at the angel. "You can't escape you angelic filth, stay still."

The dark cloud of demonic energy that was covering the lord had disappeared and the lord had stood up. He stood at 6 feet tall, carrying a war spear adorned with demonic marks and paintings that showed his strength. He looked to be a humanoid, but at the same time, he was not born on Earth, he was the spawn of a regular succubus that gained enough strength to be the War Lord of Hell. His eyes were a deep red that stared down at the angel, and his gaze was cold. His skin was an ashy white, it probably would be white if it wasn't for the corruption that surged through his body. He was dressed in gray battle armor, just in case someone wanted to ambush him, and he took off one of his gauntlets so that he could press his hand to the angel's cheek. "What an interesting specimen." He said, his red eyes staring into the angel's. "What a shame that this is going to be the last day that you would have seen the Earth, until I say so." He then wiped off some of the dried seed that was on the angel's face and then smirked. "I see that Bechlem got to have his fun on your face before he brought you. Good man. Here is your pay." He said, and he tossed a bag of gold towards the assassin, who caught it.

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As Sancto felt the ground fade away to empty space and nothingness, he closed his eyes and began to whisper softly to himself; praying for his spirit and soul to remain strong and pure against the trials he would inevitably face. He thought little of the assassin who held his tied hands so firmly; had the battle been even, there would have been no contest. It was who he was being taken to that stirred a faint sense of fear within the angel, and as the strong scent of sulfur reached his nose he shuddered, wings closing tighter against his body. The atmosphere was oppressive even before his knees hit the rugged ground and Sancto felt suddenly so very far from hallowed ground.

He opened white eyes slowly, hair of the same hue hanging elegantly about his shoulders to brush over the ground at his knees and he grunted quietly as the chain was tugged firmly, leaving him with little option but to shuffle awkwardly upon his knees. He felt no shame however as he and his charge approached the great black gates, his gaze resting upon the demons faces that guarded the abyssal station; to show weakness would mean certain disaster in the hellish realm, and Sancto was strong; he wouldn't waver easily.

Onwards they went until a grand manor came into view, the great stairs leading upwards and into a hall where a vast number of the demonic hoard stood. Sancto didn't look at any of them; focused instead upon the aura that was focused at the far end of the hall. It seemed blacker than black; darker than anything the angel had felt before but before he could properly examine it, he was pushed roughly forward and landed against the stairs, blinking across at the crossbow leveled at him. The great demonic entity then revealed himself and Sancto swallowed quietly as the hand touched his perfect cheek, remaining perfectly still.

The touch felt wrong; cold against him and the angel shook his head slightly, replying in an even tone to those blood-red eyes. "I will not be taken in by your corruption... you waste your time..."


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A moment after the last of the heroes fell, Artemisia stirred slightly, her first conscious thought being that her head ached abominably. Her second thought, as she reached up to wipe away the pain with a murmured spell was that her arms were bound behind her back. She began to squirm and moan, the curves of her body pressing against the fabric of her robe as she struggled. "What?" she said confusedly, belatedly remembering that she'd heard someone say something as she first woke. "What's going on?"

She really was quite beautiful---aside from her practical clothing---dark towers in the mountains tended to get cold---she looked like the belonged in the bed of a great lord. While she'd considered improving her appearance to be a rather useless side-effect of the spell she used to extend her life, it had obviously been a major consideration of the one who'd created the spell and she hadn't seen any point in going to the effort of rewriting the spell entirely.

Giving exasperated groan, she demanded, "Will you please untie me so I can make this thrice-cursed headache go away?!"

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The demon looked the girl up and down. For a monkey she was rather pretty, but after they were modeled after his brethren. The demon himself did not look the part of a demon. He looked human in every physical detail except for his eyes. Those pupils of his kept changing their shape and color. At one point they were blue and round and another moment they were green and star shaped. Other than the strange looking eyes the demon looked like any other naked man standing in front of her if only a much more perfect specimen. It was only to be expected since the monkeys were modeled after his kind. The demon had the form of a tall man with dark hair with a well-defined frame.

The demon only watched the woman curiously as she came to and made such a demand. Obviously during his eons of absence this world had grown rather ignorant. The demon did not reply to her yet. In his head voices were debating on what to do with her. The demon reached out a hand almost hesitantly and remembered what happened when he tried to poke one of those monkeys from earlier. The demon suppressed his power down to more tolerable power as he reached his hand out again towards her.

There was just this sensation about him that said he was more dangerous than his appearance. The demon did need any magic words or enchantments as he pulled and weaved the threads of magic themselves. He combined light, water, and fire threads into certain portions. It was a simple weave, but enough to deal with the head injury within a few seconds. The voices in his head still debated as he took in her sight and her scent. The knowledge he received from the man he drained earlier told him that this was some evil sorceress with intimate knowledge of magic. Perfect.

"Be glad human. I shall spare your life since you gave me a way out of that void." The demon's hand reached out to grab her and lift her up with the utmost of ease. As he touched her a flame was emerge from his hand and swallow her in it. No harm would come to her, but those clothes and rope would disappear into ash. After a moment of this the flames condensed into a gem situation just between her breasts. "And I shall grant you the honors being my brood mare, come. We will breed an army to destroy this world."

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Artemisia's eyes fluttered open in the moment the demon hesitated and she screamed in terror as she saw what she sensed as much as saw to be a powerful demon reaching down toward her helpless body. She squirmed, trying to get away from him and was thus quite surprised when his touch merely healed her not just her miserable headache, but the gash in her scalp. "Oh," she said.

She stared up at him, her eyes wide, as much with the shock of seeing anything more than a minor imp in this world as with fear. She found herself as glad as anyone might desire, although in her case it was at least as much because it meant she was going to get to see what he was going to do next as it was simple delight as being left alive. Despite that, she gave a fearful cry as the flame swallowed her body, her clothing and the ropes that had bound her falling away to nothingness.

She blinked as the flames coalesced into a hard gem between her breasts. She reached up, prodding it with her finger and then looking up at him with a puzzled expression on her face. She seemed much more concerned about that than her nudity. She was staring right up at him when he told her that he intended to make her his broodmare. "What?" she shrieked, shock written across her face. She scuttled back on the floor, trying to get away from him.

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All of her struggling did not help her at all. All her magic could not help her. The blue gem in the center of his chest was more than just décor. It was a power more ancient then any she could know. It bound her to him. It made her soul and body his. From the moment that gem formed, she was his. All of her magic was unusable now. Not that her paltry tricks could measure up to his power. This world, he would destroy and finish the work of his brethren.

"Come do not be afraid. I will not harm you unless you make me. You will sit upon this world second to me." The demon's words held that intoxicating cadence... if there a perfect example of temptation... his voice would be just that. Ignoring any struggles from her, he grabbed the small female and tucked her beneath his arm.

Her small body posed no problem for the demon that carried her with the lightest of ease. The man he drain had little knowledge of the tower so the demon was taking some time to find his way. These humans made love to one another in bedrooms, so the demon was trying to find one. He wanted to at least keep up with some of the new customs for the sake of his new slave.

"I will make you a queen beneath my feet. The mother of my armies." He told of her. The magic that extended her life and beauty was already clear to him. That was good, if she lived forever he could make a bigger army. A grin pressed to his lips as he tossed her down to the ground---he gave up trying to find the bedroom. "Though you lived for centuries... I smell someone who has not yet understood the pleasures of sex... how fitting that the first person to take you will be your master..."

The words he spoke drifted to silence. Without touching her, he forced her legs to spread wide for him like she was some desperate village whore. She was his little toy now and he was going to play with her. The demon's cock had grown hard. It was a thick and must be intimidating thing for a virgin like her. The demon dropped down to the ground laid his body upon her. A body of hardness against one of softness. The tip of his shaft pressed to her womanhood. He took his time, savoring the rush of sensations... just the ability to feel was something he was depraved of for so long... and now it felt so wonderful feeling himself enter her... breaking her... splitting her as he laid his claim on her womanhood.

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Somewhere in her struggling, Artemisia realized she couldn't use the magic that had been a part of her for so long and she started to tremble. He picked her up and she realized it was the first time someone had touched her in longer than she could remember.

Had she actually been interested in ruling the world, the cadences of temptation in his voice would have been impossible to resist. As it was, her struggling lessened as the intoxication of it eased into her mind. If she was his queen, surely he would shower her with wonderful things? Maybe the wisdom of ages? If only he wasn't planning to use her to breed an army... That sounded like it was going to take a lot of time out of her reading, as well as being messy and painful.

She lay sprawled on the floor beneath him, all smooth, perfect white flesh and raven hair, staring up at him with huge, wide eyes. She was indeed still a virgin, chiefly because she'd found more use in the magics available only to those persuasion than magic that required having sex. "Pleasures?" she asked, briefly distracted from her fear of being raped by the fascinating possibility that the demon genuinely thought she could enjoy it.

She moaned and squirmed as he spread her legs wide, leaving her womanhood completely exposed. His cock looked so huge she was pretty sure he was going to tear her up when he penetrated her and she couldn't help whimpering and squirming as she thought about that. His body was hard and heavy atop her. "Please don't hurt me..." she whimpered.

Then, for the first time in a very long time, she was thinking about only one thing---his thick, hard cock. Slowly, she felt him invade her body, felt his cock press against the barrier of her virginity and then split it, wringing a cry of shocked pain from her lips. She felt as though his cock was stretching her so tightly that she was going to shatter.

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The demon had entered her, broken her, and laid claim to both her virginity and womanhood. Being able to feel after so long... and now feeling the pleasures of sex made him shudder at first. Oh that intensity was overwhelming. The demon's thick shaft had pushed all the way inside of her, every thick inch of his cock had grind itself against every inch of her virgin sheath. The invasion of her only stopped once the tip of his shaft reached her womb, but that pause was only a momentary reprise that served his purposes. The weave of light, fire, and water was already being played to dull her pain so her womanhood could adjust to having him inside of her. A sensation... thick, foreign, and yet would feel... right...

The demon's mind brushed so subtly against her mind. A lulling whisper to draw out her heart's deepest desires. It was like a sweet shadowy hand would be caressing her very mind and soul. A feeling not as strange nor scary as one might think, but one that would seem delicious familiar. Demons were known for temptation after all, but this one did not simply coax her or force her like one might think. A myriad of voices and thoughts would fill her mind. Each one perfectly crafted that they would seem like they were her thoughts... her voices... intoxicating and convincing... combining both rational and emotion driven motives. He was a powerful being, could he not teach her about infinite wisdom if she just submitted? She thirst for knowledge, but knew little about something as ancient as sex so should she not learn about it? Was it fear that was gripping her mind about giving birth to an army or was it curiosity about experiencing it? Was this not starting to feel... good?

The mighty woman now laid helpless beneath this demon's grasp and he split her with his thick cock. His hips began to move at a slow and almost torturous pace. The cock inside of her moving about---thrusting back and forth and grinding every inch of her quivering sheath since it was so thick. The thrusts were slow, but they were powerful... each one made her little body jerk beneath his.. Oh, how the demon overshadowed her. She was so small compared to him and right now his shoulders seem so much broader... and stronger. The dominance was unspoken, it was subtle, but suffocating...

Pleasure from mind and body would seep into her... a coaxing caress... a promised temptation for her to reply to him. The demon's hands were upon her body, his touch like kisses of flames. The fingertips traced up her form as if he could memorized every nook and cranny to heart. The fingers splayed out as he reached her breasts to grasp each supple mound. Her body, though centuries old, was so naïve and innocent... and the demon took full advantage of that. He kneaded and toyed with each soft mound---squeezing, rubbing, and doing everything needed to make her a quivering slut beneath his touch. The rosy peaks of each breasts were lovely... such pretty little shades of pinkish red against such pale skin. The demon caught each one between his thumb and index finger. A stinging pain would overtake them, but it would soon pass as two golden hoops would appear through her nipples.

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Artemisia moaned and writhed as the demon's cock slowly invaded her womanhood, every inch of his considerable length and girth sliding against her virgin flesh. As he stopped and warmth suffused her core, washing away the pain of her violation, her moan took on a new tenor of pleasure. She was acutely aware that his cock was there within her, impaling her, but something atavistic within her told her this was as it should be.

She was not aware of the sweet, shadowy whisper of the demon's mind brushing hers, only thinking in that moment of stillness before he began to thrust within her that submission to him as her master had much to recommend it. He could teach her secrets she'd never dreamed existed, if only she pleased him. He could teach her the pleasures of sex as only an ancient creature seeped in such desires could. And what would it be like to give birth, not just to a child, but to an army?

She moaned again as he started to thrust again, slow, but so powerful her body quivered with each thrust. His powerful body loomed over hers, making her feel tiny. Within a few thrusts, it was not just the power of his thrusts that made her body quiver, but the pleasure those thrusts awoke in her body as his power coaxed it hotter.

His hands roamed her body, touching and possessing every inch of her, knowing her more intimately than any person ever had. Moaning as he grasped the sensitive mounds of her breasts, her hips started to press up to meet his just the tiniest bit. She was shocked by how intensely she felt the pleasure as he started to squeeze and rub her breasts. Within a moment, she was whimpering with need and her nipples were erect and aching, somehow seeming to grow more sensitive with every moment he touched her.

She gave a brief cry of shock as she felt the stinging pain in her nipples, her eyes flying wide open. Seeing the golden hoops the demon had put through her nipples, she whimpered and squirmed beneath him, her hips thrusting up against him. Instinctively, she understood that he was placing his mark on her, that she would never forget she was his.

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The demon could feel her resistance collapsing. He could feel her mind submitting and crumbling before his will giving into the voices of false reason and rationalizations. The ancient being should so easily bend her to his will, but force could only be used when appropriate. It was one of the arguments leading to the civil war of his brethren among other reasons that seemed so petty now since he could no longer sense any of them.

I have lived for so long, yet never have I felt such pleasure. Why was I resisting him? If this pleasure is the price I have to pay to learn such ancient wisdom... is it even a price? He feel so warm inside of me... it feel so right. I lived for centuries and yet why didn't I realize I was so alone until I met him? What would it be like to have children? To have something created from me...?

The demon kept filling her head with such thought guised in the voice of her own mind. He was enjoying the body of this former virgin... this former evil queen turned plaything. His hips were moving in hard slowly bucking motions now---the shaft moving back and forth inside of her sheath. It was foreign invading presence inside of her and yet one so familiar. The pleasure from feeling every inch of her sheath caressing him was the complete opposite of that void: blinding and joyous. "Ah yes... squeeze it like that... show your master how much you want him inside of you...." He called out beneath a husky pant and drove himself deeper.

The girl was beautiful now he was looking at her more clearly. The effects of her blood magic was evident to him, but he was not complaining. She had the beautiful contrast of raven dark hair and pale skin. Her body was soft, supple, and curved in all the right ways. Everything a man could want in a woman was laying here, squirming, and bucking her hips against him. It was just not the outside that was perfect, but the inside as well. Every inch of her sheath was so warm, soft, and welcoming. The joining of their bodies was something that made the ancient's hair stand on end.

"These are more than just marks...." His voice never rose above a hot whisper against her neck. Whisper that soon disappeared into kisses to her flesh. White hot burning kisses moving about her flesh... tasting each sweet inch of it as those sinfully wicked lips of his found her jawline... her chin... and soon her lips. Both of the demon's hand had grasped her breasts and kept playing with them. Those golden rings through her breasts were small to match her perky chest. Each ring was thin and if one looked closely had runes engraved on them... the runes curling around the rings like serpents and came to a stop at the bottom of the rings where small rubies rested on each.

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Why was Artemisia resisting him? He could give her things she'd never even imagined she desired... pleasure... knowledge... Should she not gladly offer him everything for that? Her body, her mind, her soul... It was an honor to breed with him, not just because she ought to gladly serve him in every way, but because he thought her worthy of bearing his young.

She moaned and squirmed in pleasure as he continued thrusting into her, delighting in the glorious sensation of his girth filling her, stretching her, invading her. Without conscious thought, her sheath clenched around him as he commanded her to show him how much she wanted him within her. She ached with desire. "Please, master, yes..." she begged, her hips still thrusting up against him.

"More?" she whispered, her voice softly curious and breathy with pleasure, though the thought disappeared quickly as he started to kiss her neck, his lips seeming to almost burn against her pale flesh. She kissed him back with hungry passion as his lips finally met hers, writhing as he continued to skillfully tease her aching breasts to new heights of pleasure. It was unimaginably intense.

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The demon's hips thrust faster and faster against her---not be able to get enough of those sweet caresses of her womanhood against every hard inch of his shaft. Eons of loneliness made his body ache for the sensation of another and now he had it. The pleasure inside of him welled up, the throbbing in his shaft became a tight painful aching, and the demon could feel himself on the verge of a climax that was soon approaching.

The hand between her legs kept toying with her clit, but in an even more forceful manner now. The fingers pushed, pinched, and rubbed that crux of her womanhood around. There was barely space for his hand between their bodies... he could feel every inch of her skin that came into contact with his... and he wanted more. In his lust and passion he pondered the thought of melding her into him, but he had other plans for her.

"Wrap your legs around me and be blessed I'm giving you my seed..." The words came underneath a husky breath after he broke off the kiss, but soon the kiss was reformed: lip upon lip... tongue upon tongue. He released. He poured his thick and hot seed into her. The liquid was sticky and hot... settling in her womb it might seem like a strange presence. The demon climaxed in large spurts of it... pouring himself into her until she was full and now leaking it from her womanhood. Only then did the demon finally relaxed himself.

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Artemisia was soon writhing and moaning in pleasure as her master taught her that there was pleasure unimaginable in his fingers pinching and rubbing at the little nub of her clit. His body was heavy and powerful above hers, their skin rubbing heatedly together and that too made her ache with pleasure. Every inch of her body was his.

She obeyed instantly as he instructed her to wrap her legs around him and kissed him back hungrily as his thick, hot seed began to pump into her virgin womb. Within a few pulses of his massive cock, she was nearly screaming in pleasure as her own climax tore through her. If it was not the most glorious thing she'd ever felt, it was close, though certainly as different as it was possible to be from the pleasure of discovering a spell lost for all eternity.

When her mind recovered enough to think of anything but her pleasure, she gave a little wriggle, feeling his seed oozing from her body. It was a strange thing to feel, but like so many things, it felt right. Little moans of pleasure still escaping her lips, she murmured, "Thank you..." She did not care in the least that he'd tossed her down on the floor and fucked her.


[User] Kicking her heel off the counter she pushed her body forward in dramatic fashion as she stepped out after him in close shadow as he would move to the front of the store to close early and finally back to the old store room. Her eyes already wandering over the figurines as they would enter she caught herself looking at some of the costumes the females were wearing. Scantily clad suits of armor decorating the female warrior with her sword drawn high, the huntress in little more than a sarong and a bird upon her arm. "These are cool," she would comment idly before her attention would finally return to the costumes hanging along the shelf.

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Greg took a while to peruse through the hanging clothes, finally reaching into them to pick up one long, dark robe. At the same time, he smiled once he saw what Amber was referring to. "Really? Hey, if you'd like to try that on, it could be neat!", he nodded eagerly. She had seen a costume that was supposed to be that of Red Sonja, a character that shared her setting with Conan the Barbarian. Well, he could dress up as the Cimerian if needed... "But I thought about starting it a little bit tamer, simpler. Here."

Pulling from the hook, he had in his hands a long, richly-made and pretty comfortable robe. It had a cowl to cover the wearer's head, and it was a little loosened up in the chest for a woman to wear. It was a dark shade of purple, and around the sewings, outside, there were marked runes in silver tread. "This one here. I've worn it when I was smaller, and then I got to get a new one. I grew up.", he smiled playfully as he offered her the robe.

"Hmm... that door over there is the bathroom. Be cool, it's clean.", he assured her. "If you'd like to try it on... once you're back we can start with a tale I have in mind..."

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Amber took the robe as she lifted it up, arching one eyebrow as she considered it for a moment that she could not help but comment, "It looks like a tent," she declared, "I think I could find a whole room inside of the skirt." With a laugh she took the robe though if he had not mentioned the bathroom she might have changed right there without an issue about it given the nature of the 'outfit' he had provided her. Stepping out however she would slip into the next room as the door was shut.

Draping the robe over the sink she pulled her top off, tucking it on top of the back of the toilet before she would unzip her skirt and squirm out of it as well. She left her panties and bra on though pulling the robe on over them she would take a look a moment at her face in the mirror. It hung a little lower than her neckline and she pulled the cowl up before leaving her clothes in the bathroom she would return to him. "I feel very silly in this. If it was white and had a couple eye-holes I could shout boo."

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Greg had to laugh aloud at her comments. "Not at all!", for while she was dressing, Greg had dressed up himself on another robe, this one a deep maroon colored one, with similarly sewed marks and glyphs, symbols only understandable by those nerdy enough to research where they could be found. "Heh, true enough, but trust me when I say the clothing also makes up the character. It's not needed at all, but since you liked to dress up... I thought this could be enjoyable to you as well."

"Want some accessories?", he asked her as he brought up a box of props, like swords and fake jewels. Picking up a medallion and some rings, he offered her those. "These could lay down neatly with the role I was thinking for you." Himself, Greg had taken a staff made out of paper pipes, and a collar made of chains. "Come, let's get to the tables."

[User] Taking a few of the bangles from the chest to pull over her wrists with a heavy necklace to be added to it, Amber would take a small foam dagger that she put into the sash that wrapped around her waist. It did not take long before she was smiling once again excited to participate in this little charade. Leaving behind the store room she followed him to the tables, "Okay so who am I playing?"

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"Well, it's a pretty simple role, really.", he nodded gently as he pulled her a chair, chivalrously. "Remember, it's simple. It's like being a character on a play, a make-believe game, OK?", Greg went to the stands to pull off a heavy, hardback book depiction many pictures and even more textwalls before he laid it on the table right next to him. Then, he reached up for some pens and pencils and a number of photocopies of the system's character sheets, but for now he would not really use them.

"...hmm. So here. Usually we use pre-made characters to teach a system, but as you are learning what RPG is all about, let's start with a character but use no system, OK? It's called freeform. Your character can do whatever you thing she would or could in order to reach her objectives, but remember that things and characters all react to your actions. Either well or not too well.", he nodded. "Jumping off a cliff without having wings don't make you fly."

He sat down then, right next to Amber. "So, you'll be playing an apprentice of a Sorcerer, who will be played by me.", he smiled gently. "This game will be pretty simple, I guess, but it will give you some ideas. Let's start with it simple. What is your character's name, Amber? Make up one. How do you think your wanna-be sorceress would be called in a World of Fantasy? Like Lord of the Rings?"

[User] Amber smiled at him as she slipped into the chair at the table, leaning her elbow against it as she pivoted to watch him even as he began to lay out the collection of materials. Her fingers reaching out as she began to look at some of the pictures offered inside which grabbed her interest far faster than the intimidating walls of text that the rulebook offered. "I don't know... how about um. Saivi? Does that sound like a good sorceress name? And she doesn't have to be like me right she can be like whatever I want her to be? So like, maybe she's um, sassy?"

[Assistant]
"Of course! That's the fun about roleplaying. You can play her whichever way you like her to be.", he told her with a wide smile. "Yeah, Saivi does sounds neatly fantastic. She would be a very neat sorceress. And yeah, she does not have to look like you. She can, of course.", Greg added with a smile and he showed her off some more images about scantily clad witches and dress/robe wearing women that showed lots of skin underneath said capes.

"I'll be another Wizard myself. A Mage. The idea of the game is that we are to set up a ritual together. Maybe I'm your Master, your Teacher in Witchcraft.", he told her with a smile. Taking a hand to lay over hers warmly for a moment, Greg smiled. "...I'll let you choose and start it. Any spell, really."

On the pages he had given her, there was a particularly curious spell meant for ceremonies of love and sensuality. It could be really interesting should Amber take that route into developing a relation with her Master, in senses. If she was really interested into him, why not? She sounded to be, though.

[User] Amber looked over the book, pouring over the list of spells and ceremonies though she did not understand some of the names. She did not spend a lot of time reading the descriptions only glimpsing at the names before she found one that sounded appealing, "Master, some of these spells seem so very useless. I mean what use would the 'Rite of Eros' really have in any sort of practical manner?"

[Assistant]
"Well, Saivi, it's a complex spell...", he really enjoyed the way he had perfectly spoken up Eros. "...above your current skill, but I guess that we could try casting it together.", smiling, Greg reached for his arms, lifting his sleeves a little and then pointing down at the pictures depicting a couple in a particularly well-crafted magic circle. "Could you drawn that symbol on the floor, Saivi?", he smiled as he spread his legs gently.

"Once it's done... I need you to come here and climb on my lap.", he said, as if the motion would mimick the one on the pages. "...and you know, you can call me Thyrus.", and with that, he both grinned and winked at Amber, getting in character with her. It could get so fun! "The Spell serves for relaxing and also meditation techniques can be drawn from it. Trust me, it works... and is very pleasant to experience."

[User]
Amber would look at the picture in the book as she studied it a little before plucking a piece of chalk up from the table she slipped down off her chair and onto her knees beside Greg. Sliding onto her hands and knees the fabric draped over her feminine frame to drape across her in ways that hinted at what lie beneath even as the low cut of the outfit would show the curvature of her breast when viewed from the correct angle. Crawling across the floor as she began to draw the circle around his chair, crawling upon the floor of the shop before she finally completed a crude replica of the picture.

Sitting up on her knees she dusted her hands off before crawling over the floor to his feet. Her eyes looking up at him before she slipped her hands over his thighs, using his lap to push herself off the floor before her hands would reach down to pull the front of her robes up exposing her stockings across her legs that ended mid-thigh with a thin garter vanishing beneath the hem of the robe. Her leg sliding across his lap as she straddled him, with the bottom of her robe pooling over her lap she smiled brightly, "How was that, Master?"

[Assistant]
For a moment, Greg had forgotten the roleplay, merely staring with almost drooly eyes at Amber's ass and the way she would bend over to start to draw on the floor. It would wash easily, and he could always end up asking her to wash it too in order to see some more of her curvy, round bottom. But more. Right now, he could see how the robes would increase her every little curve. Leaning on the arm of the chair, he could stare right into her cleavage, smiling softly as she draw gently. But more sensual than that was how she climbed on his lap.

Damn, she was so hot. Like a sensual kitten, she moved with her ass wiggling as she climbed upon him, her robes hiking up her frame and lifting up to show those marvelous stockings she had been wearing. He had not noticed the garter truly at them, but he had not need to, as he took a hand along her thigh to help her leg envelop his waist gently. "Marvelous, Saivi. Wonderful. You certainly have all the skills.", he smiled as he took his hands to rub along her waistline, caressing her, feeling her body up.

And then, suddenly, he held her up on his arms and moved down from the chair to seat on the floor right upon the middle of the magic circle she had crafted. "Now, we go on to the most pleasant part of the rite, my dear.", he told her as he held her tight against him, against his lap. Greg could not conceal it, so he actually brought her down to be poked against his hardness. "...we must surrender to passion, Saivi. That's the way..."

[User] Amber smiled as she felt his hands running up along her body though she did not even seem to bat an eyelash at his pervasive touch. She followed his lead however as she found herself brought directly over the hardness prodding at her through his robes as she felt the fabric shift she would rock her hips. In a slow roll that would rub herself directly over his crotch to feel the muscles in her thighs shifting as she squirmed on top of him in a slow, erotic lap-dance. A small part of her felt the alarm that she should probably not be behaving this way with her 'boss'

[Assistant]
Greg simply held her there, over his lap, rubbing against her softly. A hand of his run along the small of her back, slowly feeling her up, adding to the increasingly sensual atmosphere between them both. She felt just so sexy, and yet he could not stop touching her. His other hand came up to her breast, caressing her softly, kindly. And then, before he knew it, Greg was kissing along Amber's neck, trying to keep her hood up for the time being.

"...I... I like this, Saivi.", he told her in a whisper, never loosing the character. Pushing her gently against his lap yet again, he purred against her, feeling her gently along his hardness as if hoping her to grow wet against him. "...we can go on."

Whispering on her ear, he slowly reached along her robes and between her legs, lifting the hem gently. "...how do you want to do it, dear?"

[User]
A little bit of alarm ran through her as Amber began to have her own internal conflict going on. She hesitated at his question though her body did not stop to let her hands roam up along his chest she knew there was some sort of unspoken rule that a girl really shouldn't seduce her boss on the first day. His hands were increasingly growing bold, so much as to kiss along her neck and feel against her breasts through the heavy robe but he called her 'Saivi' and confusion abounded. That was not her name.

It dawned on her that they were roleplaying, that it was all supposed to be pretend helping to rationalize the behavior she was making even as it grew far more heated. She was aroused already and she began to consider what kind of girl Saivi truly was. Her hips rising up as she slipped her hands down along her stomach, pushing between her thighs to cup over his arousal to squirm herself against him a half smile crossing her lips. Watching as he pulled the bottom of her robes up following the line of her stockings right up to her moist white panties. "I want to do it all, in every way... I want you to teach me everything you know, Master"

[Assistant]
Greg nodded it towards her gently, feeling how her hands had suddenly run along their bodies, how she moved to reach against her him and pet him gently, making him gasp. One of his hands had actually slipped into her dress, reaching up along her thigh and towards her loins.... where he finally touched her panties, moist, wet. She was actually aroused as he was, he smiled. Greg leaned to kiss her lips this time, gently, lovingly. "...I think you are ready, Apprentice of mine.", he leaned on that kiss for one long moment.

Before moving to lean and then climb over Amber as he gently laid her down on her back against the ground of the magic circle. There, as her robe's were lifted, revealing her long, pale legs and her warm, wet cunt, the man took his hands towards her panties, gently taking them off. Before discarding them, however, Greg sniffed gently on it. "You reek of need. Will you be a good girl?", he asked her gently as he revealed her his own hardness.

And by God was it thick! Long and juicy, one of the best examples she had ever seen---and Amber had seen a fair share of cocks.

[User] Amber felt the intimate touch reaching across her damp panties that she blushed a bright red and he could feel her body stiffen at the touch. Her back rolling onto the floor as the robe was lifted off he peeled away the strip of cloth to expose the naked, hairless folds of her pink sex. Swallowing down the sudden urge to bolt, to shove her hands down and cover herself she would begin to part her thighs a little wider almost inviting him to stare as her fingertips rose down to caress over her naked sex. Her fingertips caressing her outer folds as she parted them, pulling herself open in a lewd display showing off for his viewing pleasure the contours of her moistened entrance. "Yes Master, I will be a very good girl ... teach me Master, everything you know..." she whispered.

[Assistant]
Amber offered herself up to Greg in such a lewd manner he could not think on anything else or the consequences after all. Greg simply had to fuck her, the delicious girl that had come into his Shop to play. Thanks the gods that he had locked up the door to the store before starting to play this with her. The windows to the shop had a thick, dark film, so that they would not be spotted from the outside. The radio kept playing it's soft jazzy bops while he climbed on the girl.

His hands reached up to open her robes further, revealing her bra still hugging tight to her breasts. Gently, he moved to take down position, pressing his hardness against her loins, gasping at the sight of her frame. "...I'll do my best, Saivi.", he grunted gently as he pressed against her, his hands suddenly reaching up to wrap her legs around his waist.

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Amber rolled her shoulders back, pushing her breasts further into the air as she squirmed out of the robes. Pushing it up over her head to lay beneath her like a blanket over the chalk covered drawing she lifted her legs as he lowered himself against her. Feeling the heat of his cock touching against her soft folds she lifted her hips up to greet him as he began to push inside. Her legs wrapped around his hips as she lifted her lower body off the floor entirely she let her head fall backwards. He was well endowed, stretching her around him as he pressed deeper pulling a low moan from the woman.

Her fingers running over his shoulders as she began to lift her hips, to pull him deeper even as she pushed herself upon his cock not waiting for him to do all the work she would prove herself to be an eager and ambitious partner. Her eyes closing as she whispers, "Fuck me hard Master, I want to be the best damn apprentice you've ever had."

[Assistant]
It was just surprising. Her reaction went way beyond the threshold Greg had ever foresaw to a girl to act while playing with him. Roleplaying was mostly a dream coming true right now as she seemed to offer her whole body up to Greg, and he would make throughout use of her. Laying his hungry hands against her breasts, he kneaded those lovingly for a while before taking his hands to her waist as she lifted herself off the ground. Moving against her, he pressed deeply into this delicious woman as she pushed against him back.

And that had him moaning loudly. He was fucking Amber! Somehow, he knew it would only be the first time they'd hump---on and outside the job. So, he moved deeply into her, pulling her up to reach to the hilt into her. "...I'll fuck you as hard as I can, girl. You already are the best.", he grunted as he started to hump against her, moving deeply, shaking her breasts and her whole frame as he mounted her.