PROPITIATION

Feature Writer: Medik_4_7 /
Feature Title: Propitiation /
Story Codes: MF, Reluctant, Magic, Fiction, Paranormal, BDSM, Rough, Torture, Anal Sex, Petting, Lactation, WS, Violent /
Synopsis: An Archangel, after millennia of fighting against Chaos, is ejected from The Celestial Choir and called before God to be restored. Except this God isn’t the All-Father. More the All-Mother and She was just what the Archangel Tamiel needed to vent centuries of rage on /

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‘I’ became aware. ‘I’ was no longer a part of the commune. ‘I’ was in ‘That Place’. ‘That Place’ that lay in the non-space in the interstices between Her Glorious Light, His Absence of Light, and the Battlefield of Creation. It was time for ‘my’ Purgation.

I opened my eyes and looked upon the roiling miasma that defines That Place. My nimbus was even darker that my surroundings with the misdeeds of eons of Guardianship. My ears where filled with the cacophony of a myriad voices praying, cursing, praising, damning, accepting, and rejecting their fates. I ignored them. I needed to be renewed to once again take my place in the Eternal Choir.

I spread my wings and the turbulence created ordered currents for decameters around me. I slowly lifted, pirouetting, searching for Her scent. Finding it, I opened a way to Her and with a single powerful stroke of my wings projected myself through it.

She was humanoid. She hung in the aether, head bowed, eyelids closed, loosely spread-eagled, suspended from Her wrists, Her legs spread widely apart by the strands of dark matter in Her pocket universe, slowly rotating away from me. She was sylph-like in Her slenderness, Her youthfulness. Her torso was stretched by Her suspension. Her breasts were those of a young woman, full, lush and high on Her chest. The areolae were puffy and Her nipples were thick and as long as the first joint of my index finger. The muscles and tendons of Her trunk were sharply delineated by Her slight mass. The lower edge of Her rib cage stood out sharply from Her tucked-in abdomen. The long muscles were readily defined drawing my eyes toward Her fleshy pudendum. Her crease exposed by the hairlessness of Her body. Her bronzed skin was smooth and glistening with beaded sweat. Her thick, dark hair hung down Her well-muscled back in a heavy, unbound braid. Her buttocks were firm, hollowed out at the hips with large dimples just above the top Her butt cleft and to each side of Her spine.

As She began to rotate back towards me I lifted myself so that our eyes would be level. In silence I began to rotate in a locked orbit with Her, focused on Her face. Her hair was pulled back tightly from Her face. Her features were delicate. Her lips were full and Her mouth small. Her neck was long and slender. I felt my body changing, responding to Her presence. She lifted Her face and opened Her eyes. Her eyes were glowing, dark pools without irises. I found myself falling into their dark wells. Her burgundy lips parted to be moistened by the pointed tip of Her pink tongue.

“Tamiel,” Her voice was sultry, husky, “you are here.”

“Thelasis,” I shuddered a breath, “I could stay away no longer. It has been too long. I tried to stay away. My voice had become too strident. The Choir expelled me. Now I must be purged of the chaos.”

She snorted and the lights in Her eyes flared briefly. “Then let us purge, NOW!” She commanded.

I felt the changes surge through my corpus. I felt powerful hormones that I’d long forgotten, flush through me and I was Male. I felt emotions and I released all that I had stored within me. Centuries of images of the fight against Chaos and the Fallen washed over me and the Rage burned through me.

“Thelasis,” I screamed, “why do you taunt me?”

“Because, Tamiel, you have become weak. Expunge yourself.” She sneered.

The Scourge was gripped tightly in my hand. I swung it with my entire body. The Scourge screamed joyously as it ripped its way through the aether to slam against Her slender torso. My vision became preternatural and motion slowed in my mind. I saw each of the Scourge’s Tails impact. Wrapping around her, digging into Her flesh as they slowly continued to entwine her. I saw Her body start to flinch away from the blow. I saw the sweat drops displaced from Her skin suspended in air. Time flickered and The Scourge was beyond Her pain twisted torso. She hissed with the pain and glared a challenge at me. I brought the Scourge back at Her with a backhand. Its thirteen woven and knotted strands slashed Her other flank.

Again and again the whips bit Her flesh. Her thighs, Her buttocks, Her back, Her belly, Her breasts as each came within reach as I counter-rotated around Her. Grunting with each blow She tossed Her head from side to side and from front to back. Her dark braid slowly unraveling as it snapped to and fro in response to the motions of Her body, Her head and The Scourge. Her flesh danced and Her body gyrated within Her bindings. Thirteen times the Scourge tore at Her flesh before I stopped with an anguished cry that echoed throughout our pocket universe.

“Strongly done! Let us hit Her again.” The Scourge whispered sibilantly. “Give Her the full thirty; let me taste Her soul again. Just seventeen times more,” In anger I flung it away from me. I didn’t want Her dead. I wanted Her to remove the anger, pain, hurt and confusion from my being. The Scourge snarled as it returned to its place/time.

Her flesh was now covered with wheals and abrasions from the flogging. Where the knots had torn the skin a glowing blue fluid slowly welled out and was creating a slow, liquid spiral down Her body. I rotated with Her again. She sagged in Her bindings. Her eyes cast their baleful light upon me from under Her brow. “Finish it!” She demanded Her voice husky and roughened from the screaming.

I KNEW my body. I shook with the arousal that had arisen within me as I had flogged Her. “You really want it, Bitch!” I growled.

She snorted and shifted Her wide spread legs and wantonly thrust Her pelvis toward me drawing my eyes downward again. Her abdomen and pelvis were crisscrossed with the welts and abrasions from The Scourge and Her skin glistened with sweat and Her blue-blood. A knot had landed at the apex of Her hairless pudendum and a clot of blue covered the wound focusing my vision. A thin ooze of blood that trickled down from the clot drew my gaze down to Her slit. The bead of Her swollen and distended clit protruded from between Her blood and fluid moistened lips. Lower, Her moist inner lips separated Her slit. My manhood got tighter and I could feel my knob throb against my belly. The contents of my sac ached with need.

I moved between Her restrained and spread legs and found myself fisting the spur of my manhood. I forced it down between Her legs and roughly rubbed the knob through Her wet lips. We both groaned aloud with the anguish, the pleasure of the contact. I ground the tip of my knob against Her exposed clit. She screamed at the contact and twisted Her pelvis trying to force me into Her pit. I wet my knob in Her entrance, my fist prevented Her from impaling Herself on my shaft. I pulled Her hips tight against mine and released my shaft so that it lay against Her perineum. My shaft was now between Her hot, moist, nether lips. My fingers dripped with Her juices. I brought my hand up to Her face. Thelasis tipped Her head back and met my eyes. Her gaze was terrible to behold. Her darkling eyes glowed with lust and challenge.

I moved my fingers apart and Her viscous fluids left glowing strands between them. Her delicately pointed tongue extended from between swollen lips to catch a strand of Her fluids and pull it back into Her mouth. She hunched Her hips back and I could feel Her nether lips slide along my shaft to the rim of my knob. Her gaze softened as she squinted slightly and twisted Her torso in a way that made Her full breasts jiggle enticingly.

“What do you want, Thelasis?” I growled. “Tell me.”

Her eyes smoldered with Her lust. “I want your manhood pounding Me hard and deep.”

I felt a sneer on my lips and Shifted. I was now facing Her well-muscled back, my shaft still against Her perineum. I jerked Her firm, well-rounded, buttocks tight against my pelvis. I shifted my hips allowing my knob to fall between Her lips and into the vestibule to Her center. I wrapped my sword arm around Her and thrust my fingers in between Her moist petals then gently slid them forward to Her clit. Gently, I stroked it once. Then began to draw slow, gentle circles around it with a finger tip. She hummed softly. My shield hand began to gently twiddle Her nipples.

“You still want it hard?” I hissed into Her slightly pointed ear. She arched Her back and allowed Her head to fall back between Her still up-bound arms.

“Oh, yessss.” She moaned.

“So be it!”

Roughly, I pushed Her head and shoulders forward and pulled back and up on Her hips until she was tight against Her restraints. My knob lodged deeper in the opening to the core of Her Womanhood. I held there, my fingers continuing to tease Her clit which was growing more prominent under my occasional touch. I flicked the tip of Her clit. She grunted and tried to force Herself down on my spur.

I disallowed the penetration. I continued to gently circle Her clit and periodically I would twitch my spur. After several repetitions, I would flick Her clitoris again. Her breathing was coming more rapidly now and Her clit was the size of my thumb and as stiff as my penis. I made sure my fingers were well coated with Her fluids and began to lightly, slowly stroke Her shaft. She wailed with my touch and Her tunnel clutched around my knob.

I thrust hard and deep through the vaginal folds almost to Her core. I could feel the heat and pressure as the tissues began to rhythmically spasm around my penis. We both cried out, but with Angelic Will I stifled the manhood within me and did not release within Her. Her hot fluids gushed over my pelvis.

I stopped teasing Her clit and gathered a handful of Her fluids. I pulled away from Her pelvis slightly and poured the fluids into the valley between Her buttocks. Swiftly, my hand swiped down the cleft until I found Her tightly crinkled sphincter. I lightly circled the puckered ring with a finger. I could feel it tighten and a low grunt escaped Her lips. I massaged more of Her fluid into the bud inviting it to relax. She hummed quietly.

Then I thrust my stiffened finger through Her opening. An outraged shriek echoed around Her reality. I pumped my finger in the opening a handful of times before adding a second finger. Her shriek became a howl of fury and discomfort. I inserted a third, then a fourth stretched Her anal ring. Her howling had softened and She was beginning to thrust back.

My Manhood lay stiffly between Her moist lips so I cocked my hips back, allowing Her fluids to lubricate it. She pushed Her butt tighter against my hand. Now I stepped back, withdrew my hand from Her anus, shoved the helmet of my cock through Her portal. With a scream She bent forward and forced Her hips back against my thrust.

I watched as my shaft inverted Her sphincter as We started to force it into Her bowels. She ground Her hips around the invading prong also stimulating Her overly distended clit. Fluids continued to leak from Her Womanhood suspending drops of Her nectar in the aether below Her groin. It felt as though I was thrusting into a tight, warm, velvet glove. I projected my Vision in front of Her and She saw what I saw and felt what I felt.

I exposed to Her my desires and my lusts for Her. I let Her see Her sweat and blood slickened skin. I let Her see the well-defined musculature of Her back and taut buttocks. I let Her feel the softness of the skin of the full breast in my hand, the pebbling of the areola, and the firmness of the nipple. I let Her feel the tightness of Her anus squeezing the shaft of my penis. I let Her see the inversion of the ring as I thrust through Her sphincter and its eversion as I pulled out of Her gut. She moaned, writhing around my shaft. As my need grew greater I began to thrusts faster. She met every thrust with a counterthrust just as powerful. Her moans became grunting wails as my shaft straightened Her rectum and the head entered Her colon.

In time to our thrusts I began to buffet Her torso with my wings. Allowing the tips of the great flights to just brush against Her lush breasts. As the frequency of our thrusts increased so did the speed of my wings until as the tips of the feathers briefly touched Her flesh and reversed direction they exceeded the speed of sound with a sharp crack. Her cries became a continuous wail.

We continued to piston against each other. Revelling in a pleasure that was at the edge of pain. Her allowing Herself to submit to my wants and needs. I howled away my accumulated frustrations as I pounded against Her bottom.

My testicles ached with need. I could feel my scrotum began to contract. I needed Her to come before I did. I wrapped my arms around Her heaving flanks and found Her swollen petals with my hands. In time to my thrusts I began stroking Her mega-clit with my shield hand. I, also, inserted the three middle fingers of my sword hand into Her soaked cunt and found that spot of tissue on the anterior wall just above Her pelvis. She announced my discovery with a throaty scream.

I could feel myself through the thin membranes that separated the vagina and the colon. I projected that feeling to Her, too. I matched my strokes in Her gut with my hand on Her clit and even more rapidly began to stroke against the spot inside Her canal. Quickly the tenor of her cries changed into something even more primal. Her head shook from side to side. Her now unbound hair was flailing about my head and shoulders. Suddenly, She seemed to lose all control. Her muscles were twitching, uncontrolled. Her canal was twitching, paroxysmally, crushingly, around my hand.

I abandoned Her core to grasp Her lush breasts. I dug my fingers into the soft tissue. I forced their fluids to spray out from the multiple openings at the tip of the nipples. It created a cloud of the milky fluid in front of us as Her body shook. My cock got even harder in Her ass.

And as I felt my manhood swell within Her bowels, I dug my fingers even deeper into Her soft teats. My nails were cutting into the already swollen and abraided skin releasing thin runnels of Her blood that mixed with the milky excretions that continued to spray from the tips of Her nipples to create an erotic glowing, blue, web across Her dark skin.

My scrotum got even tighter and I could feel the spastic contraction of those deep muscles and the first release of my thick cum into my shaft and the reflex contractions that drove that bolus forward. I slammed my hips hard against Her buttocks. Impaling Her as deeply as I could on my manhood. As I began to spew out the thick cum that I had held within me for the last 200 centuries I pulled Her back tight against me. I heard Her cry out as Her lacerated back rubbed against my bare chest. She ground Her hips tighter against my pelvis. Her anus constricted around the base of my penis restricting the flow of cum and my penis became painfully larger.

The deep muscles in my groin continued to pump more semen into my already swollen shaft. The pressure increased in my already painful rod. With a guttural growl I crushingly grabbed Her nipples and sharply twisted them pulling them away from Her chest and arched myself backwards until I supported her on my groin and by Her nipples. She screamed and the pressure in my urethra overcame the resistance and I came. I began to, once again, pump deeply, into her ass.

I raged as I pumped into Her gut, “My God! My God, forgive me my sins!”

And as I came I could feel the Change come over me. Her Presence began to fill me. I became less man-like and more ethereal. My wings shortened and my multitude of eyes began to open and “see” again. My human primary and secondary sexual characteristics were rapidly reabsorbed. My musculature debulked and became sleeker. I re-evolved into my Androgyne form. I could hear The Choir chanting against Chaos and the Harmony of the 9,999 brought tears to my eyes. I longed to rejoin them.

“Archangel Tamiel,” Her Voice intoned, “I have taken the sins of the centuries from you. Through Me you have been Cleansed. I have Forgiven you and received Great Pleasure from you. Now, get you gone in My Name!”

Even as my God Spoke I was with The Choir and it was part of me and we were one.

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As the last syllable of Her Blessing left Her lips the Woman sensed the need of another of The Choir and began to transform. With a pulse of energy a young Hebrew woman, barely out of girlhood, surrounded by a nimbus of brilliant light stood where the demon woman had been.

The young woman was waif slender, Her sleekly muscled legs were still coltishly long. Her oval face was just beginning the transition from child to adult but already hinted at the strong features that would match Her character. Her breasts were only slightly more than brownish nipple and swollen areola The indentations between Her ribs where faintly visible and Her abdomen was mostly flat except for the slight rounding of Her lower belly. Her pudendum was rounded and still hairless, Her lips just starting to separate. Her butt was high and well rounded with muscle. She looked at Her new body and She was well pleased. She lifted Her arms straight above Her head and pulled Herself up on to Her toes and stretched twisting Her body with the litheness of youth. She sighed as She lowered Herself back down onto the flats of Her feet and looked around. Even as She watched Her surroundings became a small room in a nondescript, middle Eastern hut of straw and mud bricks with a hand-woven, woolen cloth hanging in the doorway and a bed of dried rushes and a woolen blanket. The air was the cool and dry of morning with the promise of later heat. She withdrew most of Her divinity from Her consciousness and became a daughter of the People. She felt the needs of Her body. Another pulse of energy and She was attired in a plain, woven, woolen shift and a large headscarf adorned with a simple blue border. She opened the link to The Choir and called: “Gabriyel,” Her voice was child-like and pure, “Gabriyel, it is I, Miryam, come to Me! My moon time has come!” She knew that She wouldn’t have to wait long for this one. Already She could sense his coming.

THE END