Deep in the cavernous underground banquet hall, he pushed looked at the glass of wine sullenly and pushed it away for the second time, attempting a menacing look. It wasn’t his strong suit. He actually would have liked a drink to get him though this evening but if it was sent by who he thought, then he wasn’t interested. Instead he tried to pay attention to the king’s speech directed at the lords and ladies of the demon court. It was taking forever and a day as he went on about the accomplishments of his generals in the latest battle. Not easy listening for the man whom everyone called “the king’s disappointment.”

Astaroth certainly looked the part of a typical demon. His face was pale and cruel, set with dark red eyes like garnets, passed down from the royal line of his mother, unlike the black eyes normally found on most of his kin. He was tall with the branding of powerful spells burned into his skin. Carrying the scars on his body was a small price to pay for the protection they offered though he had never excelled working magic itself. Despite all this and being born the king’s son, he was an utter failure at being a demon, preferring to read or anything else really over making war against the Angel army. He wasn’t particularly vicious for a demon either. His only real weapons were his caustic sense of humor and sharp mind.

This was of course, an intolerable embarrassment for his father who ignored him, and to his sister who took advantage of every opportunity to attempt to murder him and take his place in line for the throne. It was mostly for this reason he turned down that glass of wine. Being poisoned had been no fun the first time she tried it. There was a lot of pain and foaming at the mouth ending with a long stay in the infirmary. He couldn’t prove anything but they all knew who had done it and they all saw he hadn’t retaliated. Of course he’d tried but failed quickly with no allies. No one would stand against his sister, not with her reputation, so it was only a matter of time he supposed until she won. Still, he didn’t plan on making it easy for her. He hoped the speech was almost over.

“…in that the enemy’s front line was broken and the hit was executed boldly by General Surgat’s incredible strategy we were able to gain ground,” the King continued.

Everyone turned to look at Surgat, the amazon size woman reclining in the seat nearest the throne, scarred head to toe in battle runes. Kneeling obediently on the floor was her new pet, a tiny blonde thing with big soft eyes and long lashes. She was bound up in some kind of strappy leather bondage harness and nothing else. Her mistress was raking what could only be described as claws across her tender breasts with the other hand holding a tight grip on her leash and collar. It was difficult to tell whether the lower demon shuddered in pleasure or pain but it was of no importance really. Once General Surgat took an interest in someone they endured until she was tired of playing with them or they died under mysterious and horrific circumstances.

“Thank you, your majesty,” she said, smiling smugly, “I will take a hundred more during our next battle.”

The roars of approval from the crowd echoed off the stone walls of the chamber until they were signaled to silence by the king and settled down.

“I am sure General Surgat will be good to her word,” he paused,”…and there is an even greater advantage we have taken during this latest battle. I will reveal it when the time is right. For now, we will drink and feast to victory!”

The court called out its assent again before beginning to eat and drink and in some cases, fuck right there on the floor. The lords and ladies in their finery really were a sight to behold in their various states of undress. Astaroth felt plain in his button up shirt, pants and biker boots, black of course. He spotted a full length gown made of nothing but raven’s feathers shining blue-black in the candle light. A male demon seated directly next to her wore only leather pants and the chains that hung from his pierced nipples and ears. Another woman came to sit on his lap, covered only by strategically placed blood red gems glittering in the candlelight. Both their eyes had turned jet black from lust, blotting out the whites around the iris.

Astaroth had just locked eyes with that wicked bejeweled woman from across the room and thought about joining in when he felt his father’s hand on his shoulder, motioning him to step out into the hallway. Making his way through the throng he found his sister Soratha was waiting for them. Her dark red hair was done up in some elaborate style and she smiled coldly at him.

“Hello brother.”

He ignored her and turned to his father. “Is this about the advantage you were mentioning at dinner?”

“Yes, I’d already informed Soratha about this earlier.”

Of course he did.

“I want your assistance with this project. As my heir it’s time you contributed to the cause. You know our mages and our weapons technology department have been working together to develop a way to study the vultures. Because of that, our knowledge has been greatly improved and we have captured one of them. It is here in the complex now.”

Astaroth stopped fuming for a moment. None of the enemy had been caught alive since before he was born. “You’ve caught an angel? A live one?”

“Yes, it is under lock and key right now in one of our interrogation rooms.”

He meant torture chamber.

“You will be present and guard it while Soratha and I gather a team to complete the interrogation. She will show you to the prisoner and you will wait for us there. Then you will assist with the interrogation.” He fixed them both with a level stare. “No matter what misgivings occurred between the two of you in the past, you will put them aside for now. This is too important for sibling squabbling. It is a chance for us to gain the upper hand and a chance for you to prove yourselves.”

With that he nodded and turned on his heel to head down the hall, apparently ending the conversation and leaving Astaroth with his would be murderer.

“Come on,” Soratha said, tipping her head to the direction they should go.

Thankfully it was a short and silent walk through the underground maze of tunnels that made up the fortress. The subterranean setup shielded them from detection for the most part. Not many windows were built in. She stopped in front of a door with the number 12 engraved on it.

“Here we are,” she said in a cheerful tone as if going to a party rather than to a torture chamber, “the code is 4482. I’ll go find father and see when he’ll be ready. I know it’s difficult for you but try not to fuck anything up while I’m gone.” She started to turn around.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said wryly. She swiveled back around and gave him a dangerous look.

“Oh, and don’t remove the gag. The last thing we need is for you talking to it. Fuck this up for me and I won’t miss this time when I trip with that knife in my hand. You know how clumsy I can be.” With that she sauntered off.

Astaroth waited for her to leave before turning his back, in case she was planning to produce a knife right there and stab him in it. As soon as she was clear, he punched in the key code and the door popped open leaking out the acrid smell of disinfectant. He’d never had a reason to come into one of these rooms before and the bright lights shining off the stainless steel walls surprised him. This looked more like an operating room than a dungeon.

As he walked through the thick steel door and closed it tightly behind him, he was instantly entranced by the naked form in the middle of the room bound standing in heavy duty restraints. They were taking no chances with the steel bands wrapping around her ankles, thighs, chest, arms, wings and neck, leaving her motionless. To say she was gorgeous would be a grievous understatement. The first thing he noticed was the long golden hair flowing to her waist; not blonde really; true gold like a new coin with hair between her legs to match. This was apparently common for angels.

But her tricolor eyes were truly exquisite gems, saphire blue layered with emerald green were bound together by a ring of gold. At the moment they were wide with a rage that would have scorched a hole through his skull if looks could do such things. Unfortunately, the bottom half of her face was covered by a thick leather gag. He stepped closer to get a better look.

It was true what they say about angels glowing, Astaroth thought as he circled her bound form. She emanated a subtle radiance like sunlight from beneath her milky skin; unmarked by a single mole or freckle from what he could see… and he could see plenty. He was used to seeing nudity in the demon court, enjoying lascivious afternoons with male and female partners out in the open for anyone to see, but this was different.

Her appearance was one of a living porcelain doll with dusky rose petal nipples atop perfectly formed breasts. He idly wondered if her lips were the same shade beneath the gag. But he wasn’t fooled by her delicate, ethereal beauty. This was no doll. From what he could feel of her power leaking out over the binding spells, she must be ancient, at least 900 years older than his own 150 years and that meant 900 years more powerful. If she wasn’t bound, she could have shredded him from the inside out until nothing remained but scraps. The rune shielding him against less powerful angels would be no use against her. Even the steel bands marked with potent bindrunes quaked as she tested their strength with her massive wings.

Those wings were white as the pure driven snow, a rare color with most being a more natural bird-like tone from what he understood. He had never seen an angel this close before, let alone touched one, and he found his fingers gravitating towards those wings. Wistfully, he stroked them and let the feathers run through his fingers, eliciting an indignant grunt from their owner. The feathers were soft as the kitten’s fur he’d had as a child, the one he’d been forced to drown after it made a mess on his bed. It An unexpected powerful jealousy rose up in his chest. These wings should be his birthright but no demon had been born with even a feather after the curse had been placed that cast the light from them. Without planning to, he grabbed one of the soft, white feathers and plucked it from her flesh making her shriek and flex against the cruel steel bands holding her wings tightly.

It must have hurt, but looking at the intimidating instruments lining the wall, that would be nothing compared to what they would do to her later. Different shapes and sizes of knives, mallets, needles, twisted metal (corkscrews?) lined the wall and other things that he couldn’t guess the use of. Not to mention the grate below her feet to let blood and piss flow freely down into the pipes. A sinking feeling came over him as he realized they may want him to watch the interrogation, maybe even help. Did he have the stomach for that? Shaking his head to clear the thought, another evil impulse came over him. He couldn’t resist goading her a little. He was still a demon after all, even if an unfit one. It was in his nature.

“If I pulled a few more of these, you’d look just like a plucked chicken.” He said into her ear.

She seethed at his words as he began to drag the feather over her pale skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Her muscles twitched and her nipples hardened as the feather tickled across a taut stomach and lovely breasts. Maybe it was her power buzzing in his brain, making him light-headed but suddenly the idea of torturing her with her own feather was incredibly funny. The indignant look on her face didn’t help and he broke down giggling at his ridiculous self tickling a dangerous, ancient demigod. It was too much, even for him. He began to shake in silent laughter until tears pricked at his eyes.

Astaroth sobered quickly as the room began to shake and rumble with the force of her rage. Best not to do that again. He sat down in a chair to wait for his sister to return and drummed his fingers on a stainless steel table for all of five seconds. Here he was with this incredibly powerful being at his disposal and this was how he chose to spend his time, bored. This wouldn’t do at all. It may be his only chance to speak with an angel and not be killed horribly. In the demon world, rules were meant to be broken. Besides, he was dying to see what her mouth looked like.

Unbuckling the gag at the back of her neck was easy and she stretched her jaw as the piece of leather flapped to the floor. Her lips were as he thought: dusky pink and perfect. He picked it up to reapply to her mouth later. If he was careful no one would have to know.

“Give me that back NOW if you want to live!” She spat in the direction of the feather he held.

“What do you want me to do, stick it back in? What are you going to do, unpluck it?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.” He thought about that for a moment. Angels were more adept at regeneration, that’s why they were so hard to kill… she might just be able to do it. He grinned. “No thanks, I think I’ll keep it.”

That pissed her off.

“You’re who the demon king sends to interrogate? A child? Release me now and I won’t kill you.”

“If I release you, the only thing left of me will be a blood stain smeared on the floor and what’s wrong with me as interrogator?”

“You’re nothing but an insolent pup. I was exterminating the greatest demon lords hundreds of years before your pathetic conception. Besides, I heard you talking to that other one outside. You’re the failure, the tint of the group. They’ll kill you before your next birthday if they wait that long.”

Astaroth smiled coolly. Mustn’t let her know how right she was.

“That makes me so sad. What’s your name gorgeous?”

“I don’t have time for this,” she said. He could see her muscles flexing her bonds, trying to escape.

“It appears to me that you have plenty of time seeing how you’re not going anywhere.”

“Listen carefully boy. I can get you out of here if you remove these chains. Think seriously about it. I can fly you to Chesed,” she hesitated then, “…and I will give you my word you will not be harmed for the duration of your stay.”

“Not very convincing coming from a desperate prisoner. And what of your brothers and sisters? I don’t think they’d like me very much. And you’d simply what? Carry me a few hundred miles to Chesed?”

“I would vouch for you and put you under my protection and yes I may look slight but I have the strength to fly us both to my homeland.”

Now he did go silent. He didn’t like the way she said “boy” but once given, an angels word was unbreakable. Under the curse, he and his kind had no such restrictions. The thought of leaving this place peaked his interest and the thought of Chesed, the angel stronghold, was even more intriguing. The angel saw the cogs of his mind turning.

“We do not have all day demon. It will be difficult to leave once they’ve cut my wings off and thrown them into the fire. They could be back at any moment.” He thought he saw a flicker of fear pass over her face, which had been cool and determined since he arrived.

She wasn’t wrong. He had learned from one of his tutors that in olden times they did often cut the wings off captured angels and burn them. There were ways to keep them from ever regenerating. He couldn’t imagine burning those beautiful things. The thought of it made him a little sick. But going from no options to a very bad option was impossible to navigate. He thought it over, twirling the long white feather between his fingers. On one hand, he had no idea what he would do in an angel stronghold… or what could potentially be done to him. On the other hand he most definitely would be killed by his sister and her lackeys if he stayed here. He had managed to outwit her this long but he could feel her closing in and this kind of opportunity didn’t come every day.

“Alright, let’s get that feather back where it belongs and get out of here,” he said finally.

“We’ll worry about that later. Release me.”

Astaroth stuffed the feather in his pocket. “Sure thing, after you give your word that I’ll remain safe after leaving the complex.”

She huffed and quickly recited an oath “I, Gadriel Lightbringer, give my true and undying oath to preserve the life of Astaroth, heir of King Abaroth from this moment until he leaves my service.” Good enough he supposed since he had no clue how these things should have been worded.

“Wait, how do you know my name?”

Gadriel gritted her teeth. “You’re the king’s son and I heard you talking remember? Now HURRY!”

“Ok, ok!”

Working quickly, he grabbed the key from its box and pressed it to the keyhole, hoping one last time his brains wouldn’t end up all over the shiny metal walls. As the key turned it released the mechanical lock and simultaneously broke the line of runes etched into the metal, releasing the spell. He was forced to stumble backwards as the shackles popped open and the full glory of the angel’s wings unfurled. Each wing was more than one body length and the tips grazed the walls. She was free and he hadn’t been shredded into tiny pieces yet. That was a good sign.

“Get up. Run.” Three cold words and they were out the door and running down the empty hallway. Astaroth had only a moment to wonder what the plan was when the angels arms were around his waist and they were headed towards a window where he could see the night sky peeking through.

“No, no, not that way…NO!”

Despite his articulate argument, they were through the glass and out the window in the next few seconds. Panic set in as as she flapped her wings, holding him tightly, trying to get air beneath them. Soon they were flying higher and higher until he began to hyperventilate. The ground was getting farther away each second.

“What’s the matter? Not so smug now that you’re not in control? Don’t you like flying?”

“Not exactly,” he gasped, not mentioning his overwhelming fear of heights. He tried to focus on not passing out. He knew they’d have to fly but he thought he’d have a bit more time to prepare himself mentally.

“It’s a shame I have to let you go then.”

“What?!”

He felt her strong arms let go of his waist and there was nothing to grab on to.

Oh fuck. He fell forever and a day as the ground rushed closer. This was it. He fucked up and now he was going to die. Closing his eyes as the ground came up to meet him a sharp pain slammed into his body like a bag of bricks but incredibly it was not the ground. It was Gadriel swooping down to grab him. They climbed into the air again with the angel laughing maniacally.

“You gave your word!”

“I said I wouldn’t kill you. I didn’t say anything about amusing myself. It’s a long way to Chesed. I can do that many more times.”

“Please don’t fucking drop me again. I’m sorry about before, just please don’t drop me,” He begged.

“Relax. Like I said, it’s a long way and you’re very heavy. I could really only do that maybe one more time.” She said loosening her grip.

“No, don’t!”

She laughed wickedly but held on tight and kept forward. The rest of the journey was nerve wracking but tolerable as he watched the earth pass below and kept warm with her hands holding him tight to her body. He couldn’t help but notice her perky breasts pressing into his back. The cold didn’t seem to bother her at all, even naked. Due to her massive wings riding the updrafts with only intermittent flapping, the ride was smooth. After about an hour he began to get groggy. That’s when they landed on what seemed to be a mountain peak.

“Halfway point,” she said as they hit the ground hard, dumping him onto his ass. Astaroth dusted himself off in the most dignified manner he could muster and looked around. The moon was full and mist rolled over the mossy ground on the high peak, mostly barren but still beautiful adorned with a small grove of pine trees. He went to sit down under the branches and pull shards of glass from his skin left by jumping through a window.

“Your landings could use some work.” He winced as he pulled a larger piece out, slick with blood. She stood watching him with her wings tucked neatly behind her.

“I think I landed just fine. It’s no fault of mine if you can’t keep your feet. I could heal those up for you,” she said nonchalantly, nodding at the broken glass. Any cuts she’d received had apparently healed already.

“Why would you do that? Besides, I’ve got a healing rune branded on me, they’ll be gone soon.” He could already feel the sigil branded over his right rib cage tingling as it did it’s work.

“I need you alive, of course, or you’d be dead already. Sometimes I forget about those things you burn into yourselves. I so rarely see your kind while alive. How fast will they heal?”

“Fast enough. But just hold on a moment, what do you mean I’d be dead already? You made an oath.”

“It is true we cannot break an oath but it is very literal. You’d have to be much more careful with the wording.”

“Well, why am I still alive then?”

She looked up at him seductively then through her lashes and he had to remind himself that she was a celestial creature hundreds of years his senior. “I need you.”

“Uh huh… me. For what?” He began to inch backwards as she approached, still naked and being overtly distracting now.

“I need you for information. Did you think I allowed myself to be captured by accident? We’ve been looking to retrieve more information on your kind to finally end this war and I have been tasked with bringing one of you back alive to answer questions,” Soratha said, just inches from his face. Her eyes were intense and her skin glowed with more than moonlight.

“I can’t do that. You may not be familiar with demon law but the penalty for treason is eternal torture. It’s not hard to do when you live forever. No thanks.”

He held very still like a prey animal playing dead as her hand traveled underneath his shirt and over the scars there. Slowly he felt her light enter through his skin. A warm feeling spread in his chest like the first gulp of burning whiskey and invaded his body, trickling through his veins to pool in his head and stomach. Euphoria bloomed wherever it touched and his limbs started to feel like they were filled with lead. He knew what she was doing, trying to get in his head, literally. His father had already tried to break into his mind hundreds of times while he lay restrained. Training is what he’d called it, to reinforce the barriers of his mind. Those attempts had felt like a red hot iron being jammed straight into his skull.

This felt more like being cuddled to death by a gorgeous, naked angel while heroin was pumped into him. The effect however, was the same. The brick walls of his mind were weakened, allowing the nude woman now half-laying on top of him to probe for a hole in his defenses. And she did, sometimes battering and others knocking gently, as if she was trying to crack a code. It became more and more difficult to think when his head was stuffed with cotton and the earth seemed to be very far away.

I didn’t think your mind would be this strong. Her voice filtered through the haze enveloping him. Not her voice really, just her thoughts. It sounded nice.

That is offensive and hurtful. I have a fantastic brain. The best brain. He thought blearily. Her response was to turn up her assault, making the rune on his arm tingle and go silent, no match for her power. A pleasant white cocoon wrapped around his resolve and squeezed until a giddy feeling overcame him. What once was a fortress over his mind had shrunk to something just large enough to hold himself and his prize. Whatever that was. What was he even holding on to? Letting go would feel so much better… Despite this, his training kicked in and on instinct he held on tightly, using the cocoon, hardening it around himself to keep her out.

They tested each other’s wills like this until she realized they had come to a stalemate. She gave up with a sigh and as she loosened her grip, he was able to think again. His arms and legs were still heavy but he remembered who he was and where he was. He was Astaroth, heir to the demon throne and he had really fucked up this time.

“So, you’ve had some training in guarding your mind,” She said.

Opening his eyes, he saw her own green-blue gems inches away, staring intently at him. She did not look happy but her mood changed suddenly. “That’s alright, I think you may have another weakness I can use.” Her wolfish grin was unnerving but suddenly her lips were very interesting. He couldn’t take his eyes away or stop from imagining them, plump and pink, stretched around the girth of his cock. His pants grew tighter at this and he felt his shirt being unbuttoned. Instead of floating away from the world he was now hyper aware of every hair on his head, each individual piece of moss, even a breeze blowing over his skin was too much.

Gadriel began to gently run her delicate hands over his chest, grazing his nipples and entering him again, this time the light flowed through him and though it spread, most of it pooled in his lower belly. It was heavenly. He gasped as her breasts pressed into his bare skin and she straddled him to lean down, tracing his mouth with her long pink tongue. Even that was too much. He ached to raise his arms and hold her tightly to him but hey were held fast.

“You like that?”

“Yesssss,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

He panicked as her hand moved farther south leaving a burning trail and stopping just short of his waistline. Every nerve ending was on fire. She watched his face intently as her hand covered the last couple inches and cupped him, rock hard through the fabric, forcing a low growl from his throat. He saw her satisfaction at his reaction. Some part of her was getting off on this, watching him helpless beneath her. He clenched his eyes shut and when they opened again the garnet red color had been flooded over by a glassy obsidian until they resembled two black pits.

“There you are, the real you. Is that too much? You want me to stop?” She asked, squeezing him roughly, “You don’t seem so well now that you’re the one restrained and vulnerable. Let. Me. In.” She punctuated the last words with tiny, sharp bites to his hypersensitive skin.

“No.” His voice rumbled in a deep growl as his demon stirred in him. The violent beast he worked constantly to keep at bay with his more rational mind. It wanted out, bad. It was difficult to think about anything but taking her sweet pussy and then ripping her body open to feel hot, thick blood running down his throat. He struggled to make his limbs move but they remained useless. It wasn’t that they were being held down but rather he couldn’t will them to move. She was stopping communication from his brain to the rest of his body. His lips curled up in a sardonic grin. How funny that his arms and legs were so flaccid when his other appendage was diamond hard.

“Is this funny to you?” Gadriel’s eyes flashed in anger. Without warning, her hand slipped under the fabric of his pants to grasp his hot aching shaft, straining, leaking his juices into the fabric.

“Oh fuck,” was his strangled reply.

She squeezed tightly before releasing him and rested her hand over his pants, stroking up and down, intense but not unbearable. Each time her fingers ran down the length of him his balls tightened into his body and he crested to the edge of release, trying to push himself over an edge that wouldn’t come.

“Don’t you want to finish?” she teased.

“Yes, give it to me,” he growled.

“Then just let me in.”

“I can’t.”

She sighed, exasperated.

Despite the torment, her voice held all the sweetness of sugar purring in his ear. “I can hold you here for as long as I wish. Just like this. You see what I can do to you. Now imagine if your senses were heightened like they are now but instead of touching you they sliced this lovely thing into ribbons. They’ll let you heal and then they’ll do it again. That’s what our interrogation team will do to you.”

He shuddered and reflexively tried to cross his legs when he remembered he couldn’t move.

“I helped you,” he said, “Saved you from unimaginable pain and death. Now you can sacrifice me in your place. Your kind are all liars just as they say.”

“No, I don’t want this. I’m grateful to you but I need you to talk. It doesn’t have to be like this. Think demon. Now that you’ve left the king’s fortress, would they ever allow you back without execution or torture?”

That would be an interesting point if he could think of anything but the nightmare clawing to get out or his shattering need for a sexual release as she continued to stroke him. He tried to muddle through he thought about what a homecoming would look like. They could look inside his mind and see that he hadn’t given the angel anything. But he had helped her escape… That was treason and justification enough for capitol punishment, or worse. They’d never believe he was trying to work her. His back was against the wall. Truthfully, this was what he had already agreed to when he had released her. There was no reason not to let her in, and yet he was reluctant. This was his mind, the only place he’d ever been safe. Fine, if she would force him to do this, he would take something from her in return.

“Alright, it seems I have no other choice,” he said finally. She released his swollen cock with a look of triumph but he was still not able to move. He let out a long breath at the momentary relief.

“I knew you’d make the right dec-”

“But I want something,” he said quickly, cutting her off.

“What’s that?” She asked warily, already fairly sure what he might want.

“Since it’s apparent I’ll never get a real promise of my safety from you I want to make it worth my while. I want you to finish what you started. Before we leave this hilltop,” he added quickly, flicking his eyes downward to his throbbing erection. This produced the reaction he was hoping for as she glared back at him. She was used to using her power to make others acquiesce, not be used by them.

Her eyes shot daggers at him and her expression was wild and malicious, almost feral. “Is this what you need?” She asked while sliding her lithe form over his chest to bring them face to face. Just the feeling of her bare skin rubbing against him was amazing. He groaned. She spoke directly into his parted lips. “Let me help you.”

He knew he’d made a mistake as he felt her power crash down onto him in a rolling wave. She kissed him deeply then, forcing her long tongue into his already open mouth. Every nerve ending was on fire, so much worse than before, overwhelming him completely. She’d been holding back but not anymore. Then he was aware of his pants coming off. His whole body quaked as she lined him up at her entrance and lowered her hot, wet slit down onto his manhood, enveloping him completely in one swift motion.

She began to ride him slowly, rocking her hips back and forth and the pleasure ran through his body until it became pain. He opened his mouth to tell her to stop but nothing came out. It would have been useless anyways because he both desperately needed this to stop and at the same time wanted for it never to end. Each wave that crashed through him was the brink of a powerful orgasm that never came. Excruciating pleasure. He would have gladly let her continue until he starved to death, just a wrinkled bag of bones while his insides burned away into ashes.

It wasn’t clear how long she rode him, taking her own pleasure. It could have been minutes or hours, there was no concept of time while he lay there helpless and paralyzed, his balls tight and aching, his whole body shaking with the pleasure. So he didn’t notice when she began to glow brightly, her skin and eyes stirred up with a light cold as the moon. Her wings extended fully and spasmed, creating a soft wind as she growled out her own release. Dismounting, Gadriel pulled his thick rod from her insides, making him groan in relief and in grief at the sudden lack of her. In one swift movement she placed her right hand on his lower belly and the other grasped his straining shaft tightly. The throbbing increased under her hand again and spread white hot, filling up his body until he was forced over some tipping point.

Something snapped inside of him. He became a lightning rod for pleasure that rushed through him in an electric current prying his mouth open in a desperate rush for air. The deep growl that should have accompanied his monumental release got caught in his throat and nothing else existed but her hand on his diamond hard cock as he orgasmed violently, spraying the hot milky release all over his belly until he was completely spent. Slowly he drifted back down to earth with a ringing in his ears, the air smelling like ozone after a summer storm.

Gadriel licked some of his juices off her hand, her expression thoughtful and watched him twitch and mutter in an exhausted haze for a few moments until his eyes lolled open. The glassy black had withdrawn and his eyes returned to their normal ruby color but they were damaged and raw with a mixture of fear and longing. She could see now that she had been too rough. She should have held back more. Something had broken inside him that would never fully be repaired. For a brief moment, an emotion akin to regret or maybe pity flickered in her eyes and she laid a gentle hand on his chest, making him flinch. Her lips parted to say something but she clamped them shut just as quickly, shaking her head. Whatever it was, it was gone.

Perhaps she hadn’t meant to go that far but the vengeful, capricious part of her own nature had taken over. He looked at her curiously then, wondering if maybe they weren’t so different after all. Maybe angels had their own inner beasts to battle.

She jumped up suddenly, all business again, her massive wings twitching. He had learned that was a sign of agitation. Clearly there was no time to dwell on what had just happened.

“Get ready. We’re leaving,” she said curtly, already walking away. He noticed when cleaning himself off that all his wounds had been healed during their coupling either on purpose by her or just from the sheer amount of her power coursing through him. One good thing anyways. He actually felt good, tired and used up in some way, but whole. Other than that, he had just agreed to help his greatest enemy. If there had been any doubt, there was none now. There was no going back. From the look on Soratha’s face, the angel didn’t seem to be too happy with him either about being forced into their deal… though she’d certainly made the best of it.

“Come on, we have a long way to go yet and my superiors will be eager to question you now that you’ve agreed to cooperate.”

“Great. Wonderful. Can’t wait,” Astaroth said sarcastically, and hauled himself up onto shaky legs, trying to look unphased. As she grabbed him around the waist again and lifted them both into the sky he shivered. It wasn’t from cold. He knew then in his bones he would always crave her. Some of her remained inside himself and he would never be rid of it.

He held on tightly and looked to the horizon for the angel stronghold.

THE END