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He lay alone, stretched out on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The covers under him were uncomfortably crumpled as he lay on top of them, his hand wandering down to his semi-hard member and gripping it lightly.
Emily had left, barely swapping two words with him since their second round of intimacy. Stephen just put it down to moodiness. She had been incredible, all taut muscle and enveloping wetness. Sure, she had been a little prudish but she had still shown him the ropes so to speak. He smiled as he remembered the feeling of pushing inside that tight channel and the clenching around him as she orgasmed. He tightened his grip but it still felt unsatisfying. There was no way to mimic the feelings of just a few hours before.
A noise disturbs his rest as he lies there. Confused for a moment, he realizes that it is the sound of his computer telling him that he has mail. He looks over at the machine and is torn between wanting to check and not wanting to get up from the bed. Eventually, he shifts on the bed, throwing his legs off and pulling himself upright. Curiosity had gotten the better of him.
Nathalia sat on the desk beside the computer, one hand on the box containing the hard drive. She was concentrating on making the machine do her will. If he lay there too long, he would start to think about what he had done, and not in the good way. Now that she had pushed him to take his first steps down the road to sexual awakening, she would not let him slide back. She would do whatever it took to keep his feet, and his hands, moving. Her eyes were locked on his semi-hard member as it bounced in front of him.
Stephen approached the computer and sat down, pulling the keyboard onto his lap, blocking Nathalia's view. Pulling up his mail, he saw one new message from someone on his friends list. He clicked on it, opening the message. Contained inside it is a link, highlighted in blue. Underneath that was a username and password. Stephen looked at the link and noted how many X's were in the title. The mouse hovered over the small x in the corner of the screen.
"Go on…”Nathalia prompted. "What harm can it do? It's probably just crap anyway…"
She knew it wasn't, but a reinforcement of what he was sure to be thinking would probably be enough to make him click on that blue link. The cursor moved to hover over the blue link, but still he hesitated. Nathalia reached down and pushed her finger into his, causing the little button to click. The hard drive spun and a window appeared, momentarily appearing black before the content loaded. It was a porn site, just like he had figured. A dialog screen appeared prompting him to put in a user name and password. Working on automatic, he typed in the details that had been forwarded to him. The screen changed, now showing a more varied, more deviant selection of activities.
Stephen swallowed as his eyes traveled around the screen. Video's, pictures, everything assaulted his senses. His hand unconsciously moved the mouse, hovering over decadent images. He didn't dare click on anything, but his hand kept moving back to the movie clips at the side.
"Well, you're here now…May as well have a look. You can always close it if it's no good…And it's not as if you have a roommate…"
Nathalia coaxed the boy, playing on his mind as if it was a finely tuned harp. Finally, he relented, clicking on one of the movies. The media program opened and started loading. He moved the keyboard back to the desk, hand still hovering over mouse.
90%…. 95%… 99%… 99%… 99%…
Stephen was getting worried that it had stalled when it started playing.
The screen was dark, lit only by the copyright notices at the bottom of the screen. Names flashed up but Stephen didn't care about them. The scene opened on a dingy motel room, the kind of place that would give you change for a twenty. A blonde sat on the bed, smiling at the camera. Someone stood behind the camera, moving it as he walked closer, farther away. His voice was the only thing of him on the film so far. He told the blonde to stand. She smiled and stood. A little more direction and she twirled in her little skirt and too-tight top. A hand appeared on the film and reached out towards her top. Fingers grasped the hidden mound as the girl smiled as widely as ever. The hand slipped under and for a moment, the only movement that he could see was fingers working under the Lycra top. Then, little by little the material raised, more and more skin came into view until her entire breast was exposed. He watched fingers rub over her nipple, making it hard and proud. The hand moved across, exposing the second mound and quickly rubbing the second nipple.
Stephen's hand moved down to his crotch, resting gently on his shaft. Not grasping, but rubbing gently.
Finger and thumb closed around a hard nipple and pulled, dragging it out and away from the blonde's body. She swayed forward before retreating backwards when he released it. He did it again, harder this time. Her perfect smile faltered a little before returning to its vacant fullness. The cameraman told her to turn, to lift her skirt. She complied without even the slightest moment’s hesitation. Full globes come into view, obscured by nothing. Again that mystery hand sneaks out and inspects the newly presented flesh. A finger dives between the cheeks rubbing and opening the area for Stephen's viewing pleasure.
Stephen moans as he sees that little rosy muscle clench as a finger crosses it. He had really enjoyed it when Emily had let him play with it. It was just a pity that she hadn't let him play longer…
As he watches, he sees a hand slap down hard on the smooth skin of the girl's ass. A red mark appeared, a perfect palm print. Stephen blinked and leaned forward a little. This had just moved from a mediocre movie to something that may be worth his attention. He watches as the hand falls again, this time catching the other cheek. Another red mark appears. Stephen's eyes are glued to the screen.
A quick movement and the camera is put down and adjusted slightly, trying for a good angle. For the first time, the cameraman could be seen as he stepped in front of the camera. He was wearing a leather vest, coupled with leather trousers. When he turned, Stephen could make out a slight bulge in the front. The man's hands went to her rear end again, this time stroking softly, tracing the edge of the redness. Then suddenly, both came down hard at the same time. The sound was fantastic. Stephen found himself grabbing his shaft and starting to move his hand up and down in a steady rhythm as the girl made shocked noises on screen.
The man ordered her to lie on the bed. She bounced over and lay down, legs slightly parted. Stephen could see everything from her naked mound to her open cleft. He watched as the man moved closer to the girl, a huge shit-eating grin on his face. He bends slightly; taking the girls nipples in his fingers and pulls on them. Stephen leans forward to see better, watches the formerly perfect mounds raise to triangles as they were pulled. Then, they are dropped, bouncing back down.
Stephen's hand paused briefly as he watched the movie, engrossed in the events on screen. The girl is practically lifted from the bed and turned over, exposing everything to the camera. Stephen saw the man open his pants and the man's huge member fall out, freed from its confines. His jaw drops as he sees the size of it. The man's hand falls on it and starts roughly stroking the shaft. Stephen's hand starts to match pace.
Nathalia watches from the desk, her own hand working furiously away, two fingers deep inside herself as her palm rubs against her hardened clitoris. Dark purple waves come from the boy beside her, making her ecstasy more palpable. Her other hand buries itself in her shirt, plucking and pulling at her perfectly formed nipples as she watches the young man play with himself.
Stephen's eyes never ventured from the screen as he watched the man approach the girl and in a single motion bury himself within her. The strokes were hard, brutal even. In and out, with no care for the girl. Then he looked and saw that the girl, on her hands and knees was looking back over her shoulder. For once, her face didn't have that vapid cheerleader look on it. It had changed into a mask of viciousness as she screamed at him, taunted him to go faster, harder, deeper. She gritted her teeth as she took it, but Stephen could tell that she enjoyed every second of it.
Then all at once, the man pulled out. Both the girl and Stephen moaned at the loss. Stephen's hand kept up the hurried tempo, so close now. The girl cursed the man, crying at him to put it back, to continue what he had been doing. The man just smiled. Then, he buried it deep within her again, except this time; he wasn't aiming for the same place. This time, it was a much tighter orifice that he was plundering. He held still for a minute as the girl howled out. Then, she looked back and pure lust filled her eyes. He started moving again. Diving into her and pulling out. One of his hands migrated from her hip to between her legs, touching that sensitive spot, driving her over the edge. It wasn't long before a stream of curses issued from her lips and the girl collapsed, her arms no longer able to hold her up. The man grunted and spasmed, pulling out at the last minute to shoot long ropes of semen over the girls back and ass. Stephen watched the man spurt and felt his own balls draw up and tighten as he emptied his own seed over his hand.
Stephen could do little else but sit there, watching the screen fade to black, trying to catch his breath. His hand was still moving over his member, but slowly now, just drawing the last drops from himself as he softened again.
"Why couldn't Emily be like that? " Nathalia prompted.
Love was not what she wanted him to lust after. She wanted to make sure that he became obsessed with the physical act, driving him deeper into the cesspit of sexual depravity and deviancy. Nothing had been romantic about that movie and that was the way that she liked it.
Stephen nodded at her words, thinking that they came from his psyche and naturally agreeing. He had fantasized about a scene like that for years, thinking about so completely possessing someone and having them do whatever he had said without question but still enjoying it… That movie had been perfect.
His hand wandered to the mouse and he quickly saved the URL and the mail containing the password and username. He would definitely have to go back there.
"You can do better than that, you know," his inner daemon prompted. "There's a new club opening down in the village tonight. There's bound to be some cute girls there…"
Stephen again nodded as he grabbed a tissue to clean himself off, stumbling over to the bed at the same time. Nathalia scooched off the desk and followed him as he jumped under the covers, pulling them up over them.
"Gotta sleep now…Then club. "
The words were murmured as he drifted off to sleep again. Nathalia lay beside him and whispered sweet nothings into his ear, promising him activities that he had barely dreamed of.
The club writhed as bodies pressed against each other as people desperately sought out a mate for the evening. Dark corners were filled with people doing things that shouldn't have been allowed in such public places. Flashes of pink and brown showed through fingers and hands as clothes crept skyward as morals got stepped on and cast underfoot to be possibly rediscovered at a later date tattered and worn. The club smelled, raw sexuality poured from the soundproofed doors each time they opened, spewing noise and desire onto the street.
Stephen hadn't even realized that he had known this place until he had found himself outside it, pushing past the hoarded crowds and bypassing all lines. It had seemed like fate that he was supposed to be here tonight. Hands had moved to clothes without thinking of what he had been picking. Feet had carried him here without his conscious thought. The bouncers had barely looked in his direction before opening the door for him. It all felt so right.
Nathalia let her hands linger over the bouncer's bodies as she moved in just before Stephen, allowing her scent to guide the still quite innocent boy into the club. She was already on a high from the chemistry in the air. Sex mixed with leather mixed with decadence, it was a heady mixture. She stopped just inside the door, breathing deeply. She felt Stephen stop behind her and turned to see him look out over the dance floor. She smiled and turned back to the dance floor. She walked down into the mass of people, leading Stephen behind her. Momentary partings in the crowds closed in, surrounding Stephen and Nathalia, enclosing them in the emotions and seductions.
Stephen walks onto the dance floor and finds himself looking around. The beat is heavy. Base pumped through speakers and making the floor pound. He closed his eyes and for the first time in his life, he found the beat, moving gently with the music, not caring the movements that he made, just that he was making them. Something fundamental in his psyche wanted to dance and he was unwilling to stifle it. He swayed, occasionally moving his feet to spin and face a different direction. A presence in front of him stepped backwards, pressing into his hips, not quite startling him. His eyes fluttered open and he found himself looking at the back of a head, long brown hair cascading over her shoulders. His hands were on her hips before he realized that they were moving. His head swam with feelings and emotions that he did not recognize as he moved. He would swear that it was like being drunk but he knew that he had not taken anything.
Nathalia watched from not too far away. She had made herself visible and was currently wrapped around a hunky well built man and gyrating against him, one of her legs wrapped around his leg. The man was in awe, but was not the focus of her attention. Stephen, barely five feet away from her, was currently overtaken by her scent, working up a lust that required very little interaction from her. Nathalia herself was getting quite drunk on the hormones floating in the air. A little brunette was currently doing something short of a lap dance in front of Stephen, repeatedly brushing against the front of his trousers and every so often turning to look over her shoulder. A smile spread over Nathalia's face as she read the intentions coming from the girl. Stephen would be in for an interesting experience…
Another smile and another brush, Stephen felt himself start to rise and harden in his trousers as she moved closer to him. Her ass was firmly pressed against his groin and she couldn't miss the fact that he was excited about the prospect. He wrapped his arm around her waist, letting her know that he appreciated her efforts greatly. Then all at once, he noticed a presence behind him, pressing into him from behind. Without thinking, he moved his ass backwards a little, letting the person behind know that he appreciated the gesture. Hands went to Stephen's hips, holding him there. Stephen was momentarily lost in the lust, mind filling with how hot the image must be, a gorgeous brunette in front of him, and, he imagined, a second one behind.
The image cracked a little when the hands grabbed tighter, and the other person closed the distance, making the gap between them non-existent. Stephen's eyes open as two realizations hit him at once. The first was that the hands on his hips were quite large, larger than he had originally assumed. The second was that there was something distinctly unfemale about the person behind him, and that something could be wrapped up with the hard lump currently resting between his own ass cheeks. Stephen froze for a second. The girl in front noticed and turned, questioning slightly with her eyes as she continued to move to the music. The man behind leaned in and placed a tiny kiss against Stephen's neck. Stephen didn't know what to do. Turning, he faced the man. He was looking straight up into the softest brown eyes. A playful smile pulled full lips, kissable lips. Stephen tried to form a sentence but that heady feeling persisted and he didn't know exactly what to say.
"You don't mind, do you? "
The man's voice sounded like velvet even over the music.
"We saw you walk in and…Wow. "
Stephen watched as his eyes, those beautiful eyes, flickered from his face to the woman standing behind him. Stephen turned again, looking between the two, completely lost for words.
"I'm Mike and this is Lori. "
Mike moved to stand beside the girl. Stephen's eyes ran over the two, taking in every detail. Mike's hair was shaggy but still short, windblown. Those brown eyes, a smirk on his face. Hard body and… Stephen stopped, not able to draw his eyes away from that outline in the beige trousers he was wearing. Eventually, he looked back up. A huge grin had fixed itself on both faces looking at him. The girl, Lori, was smaller, brunette with long hair, let loose over her shoulders. A small corset top pushed her ample chest up and showed it off to the best advantage. Long legs reached up under her skirt. Stephen's organ started its ascent upwards again as he watched them wrap around each other, still looking at him.
“St… Stephen. ”
Stephen could only smile as he stammered out his name and started dancing again, eyes inviting his two partners back to their shared dance. Lori moved first, pushing back up against Stephen, facing him this time. Her chest pushed up against his abdomen as her hand caressed his chest. Mike, opting to go in front of Stephen this time, came up and pushed himself against Lori.
Nathalia watched from the sidelines almost squealing in happiness as she saw this whole new avenue of opportunities open up before her for Stephen. This was a most unexpected proposition.
Lori stood on tiptoes, and pressed her lips against Stephen's, her tongue flicking out over his dry lips. Stephen's hand moved to her back, supporting her and at the same time feeling Mike's hard chest against his knuckles, as he pressed into the kiss, opening his lips slightly and allowing her tongue to enter, licking along its length as he did. A second longer and she broke the kiss, smiling up at him. Mike smiled over her shoulder before leaning in as she turned her head to meet his, locking lips with slow sensual movements. Stephen didn't miss the fact that Mike's eyes had not closed and instead he was looking straight up at Stephen. Again, Stephen twitched as he saw this. Flushed, Lori again broke the kiss, looking between the two men. Mike smiled, smirked a challenge at Stephen and Stephen had no problem interpreting it. He looked around nervously. No one was looking in their direction.
He was nervous; he had never even attempted something like this. Could he do it in such a public place? What if he froze? Stephen's reality check clicked on and he realized what he was thinking about doing…This was a guy…He wasn't gay… He couldn't just…
Mike had taken the decision away as his hard lips met Stephen's own. Stephen could feel the lips part and his own did in reflex. A tongue licked at his lips and instinct took over. Stephen's hand went to the back of Mike's head, holding in position as he deepened the kiss, tongues flicking against each other, circling and retreating only to attack again. Breath became a problem and both men pulled back, panting slightly. Lori had a huge smile on her face as she looked between the men.
"That was so… hot! "
Stephen blushed.
"I've never…I mean… I'm not…"
He stammered the words until a finger, Lori's, went over his lips, silencing him.
"Labels don't matter. "
Mike just grinned and pointed to an empty table at the back of the club. Stephen nodded, curiosity awakened. This was completely out of character for him. He didn't usually pick up strange men at clubs and stick his tongue down their throats. Hell, he didn't usually pick up strange women at clubs either…He sighed and before his conscious could get the better of him… He decided to just go with it and see where this was leading. Why had they picked him? What did they want?
On a street, not too far from the club where Stephen was having his curiosity peaked, a bright light appeared and music, perfect in every way, much different from the base beat being laid down in the club, sounded through a gap in the night's sky. A figure, visible but unnoticed, appeared, hands and knees on the ground, hunkered down with his head bent. Wings curled over his perfectly naked body. He stood, wings uncurling and folding back as clothing appeared around him.
As the light died and the heavenly hosts were cut off, he started to stand, testing out the body that he had been given. Again, Balthion was on Earth. He sent silent thanks to his creator and started walking, trusting that he would pick the right direction. Music assaulted his senses as he rounded the corner to see the club. Queues formed around the block. He questioned, getting confirmation from on High and with a nod at the bouncers, he entered.
He looked around, checking corners and huddled groups with celestial eyes. He spotted his charge, sitting in a corner with a girl on his lap and a man's hand on his thigh. He sighed, asking for strength. This was not going to be easy. He started towards the back of the club, intent on reintegrating the boy's own moral judgment with his new experiences and setting free will free again. A figure stepped before him, a girl, dark hair and violet eyes. A shadow fluttered behind the girls back and Truth was revealed to him.
"Be gone, daemon! "
His speech was archaic, precise. Nathalia laughed. style='mso-tab-count: 1'>
"Wondered when your lot would show up! "
She swung around to wrap her arm around him, watching Stephen and the two other mortals. His new skin crept with the corruption of her touch and he extricated himself from her arm. He looked down on the smug daemon as she watched Stephen slide into a corruption as deep as the pit she herself sat in. He knew that he would have his work cut out with this assignment. Reassurance and love flowed through him as his supervisor looked on. Utmost trust had been placed in him and he would not disappoint.
A hand on his back guided him to the back of the club. The hand was firm, large and strangely comforting in a very unusual way. The back of the club was quiet, quieter than any other part of the club. Large comfy couches lined the walls as low tables provided obstacles to drunken patrons. It was still early enough in the night that most of the people were there to dance rather than retreat to the couches to involve themselves in unwholesome activities.
Lori sat in Stephen's lap, an arm around his shoulders and her mouth covering his as they kissed. Mikes hand rested lightly on the other man's thigh, squeezing delicately, reminding the man that he was there. Stephen pulled back, breathing harshly. His cheeks were flushed with red as the enormity of what was happening hit him. Lori's sweet giggle echoed in his ears, making it impossible for him to keep the smile off his face. Stephen looked across at Mike. Hair fell across his beautiful face as features lit up with a genuine smile. Looking around for a second, Stephen saw no one paying particular attention to them. He leaned in and kissed Mike. It was softer this time, more measured, teasing almost.
Stephen relaxed into the embrace, a hand running over his chest, a stronger one behind his head, changing the angle of his head slightly to deepen the kiss. He was aware of Lori's light moans but with his eyes closed he could do nothing about them. He felt the girl move in his lap, moving against the strained material of is crotch. He groaned into the open mouth, feeling the corner twitch upwards. The mouth left his and he was left for a few seconds still looking upwards and leaning into the kiss. His eyes fluttered open and he saw the reason behind the moans. Mike's hand was on Lori's breast, squeezing gently as she moved. Mike looked over at Stephen conspiratorially and Stephen smiled. His own hand rose to her other breast and he started massaging it as well.
Lori threw her head back and Stephen leaned in, kissing her pale neck. The hand on his thigh, that reassuringly male hand still squeezing as it rode higher over his leg. Stephen shivered in anticipation, hoping that the hand would keep rising. lang=EN-IE style='mso-ansi-language: EN-IE'>It did. Sliding up the trousered leg, it came to rest on his hardening crotch, tracing the outline of his hard member. Stephen's eyes fluttered closed as he gave into the sensations, revelling in the touch and the tease. Someone moved in to lick at his neck, someone else at his lips. A moan escaped his barely parted lips allowing his tormentor to deepen the kiss, tongue moving past dry lips. Stephen returned the kiss with vigour, his own hand going to the back of the head of the person kissing him. Short hair. It had to be Mike. He panted as the hand on his crotch, also Mike's, squeezed and rubbed and the tongue on his neck outlined the shell of his ear. Right now, he couldn't tell up from down. His head spun as the multi-fronted attack continued.
Mike pulled back, eyes twinkling and panting hard. His lust-filled brown eyes looked at Stephen as Stephen's eyes fluttered open. Leaning in, he whispered in the young man's ear.
"We need to get out of here. . . "
He waited, even though it was a statement, he wanted acknowledgement from Stephen. The boy was hot, decadent, adventurous, just the sort of partner that he and Lori prowled for on a night out. He had made a few fleeting protests earlier but that had been it. He hoped that Stephen would say yes and come home with them.
Stephen blinked, not quite knowing what to say. On one hand, he enjoyed the evening's activities so far. He was more turned on than he had been for a long time. The possibilities unfolded before him. He licked his lips. Would it be the same if he left the club? Would it all go horribly wrong? What would he do once he got there? One experience, that was all he had and now he wanted to go for a threesome? Was he insane? Damnit! Where was the little voice telling him what to do? Where was it now that he needed it most?
On the other side of the nightclub, Angel and Daemon were locked in a battle of wills, well almost. One was insulting the other and the other was taking it. No guesses for which one was doing what! Nathalia did not like the fact that the other side were taking a hand in her assignment. Everything had been going so well for her. Her charge was nicely sliding into sexual exploration and had already breached the first bastion of his moral convictions. But now, now when she should be sitting beside him and prompting his next steps on his path, she was standing in the way of an angel, keeping him from trying to do his work because in doing his work, he would be undoing hers.
“Look, Wings, I’m not going to let you past me. I’ve been here longer. This is my turf and my charge. Your kind always appear and put their rather large feathers where they are not wanted. Just scuttle off to where you came from and tell them to back the Hell off! We’ve claimed him and he’s ours! ”
Nathalia punctuated her words by tapping her long nailed finger into his chest. Not even a flicker of annoyance or pain or acknowledgement crossed his perfect face as she did it but she kept doing it anyway. Dark hair, impeccably groomed, and darker eyes watched her form the words and say them. Nothing but patience resided on that face and it was driving Nathalia nuts. If only he would say something. If only he would change expression. If only he would acknowledge that she was saying something to him.
“Balthion,” the angel finally said.
Nathalia looked a little stunned for a second. When he spoke, the words seemed to wrap around her, embracing her with understanding and warmth. It was a truly unsettling feeling for her. Her skin itched and she could barely suppress the squirm that rose up from her inner core.
“What? ” She finally asked, wondering what the single word was.
“My name is Balthion, not Wings. ”
His voice was soft, steady, deep and dark. She could feel it more than hear it as it reverberated around her head. She had picked the nickname as soon as she had started talking to him. She could feel a slight, very slight, annoyance in his words. She smiled. Nicknames are not ordered. They are not proper. They railed against the angel’s sense of right and purpose. That which is named is that which is known and that which is renamed causes confusion by being two things at once.
Nathalia continued, “Look, Wings, I don’t care what your name is. I don’t care if the hand of Him himself touched you. Just DON’T get in my way. ”
She spun, heading towards the back of the club. She looked at Stephen, and at the indecision written on his face. She moved through people, around others in an attempt to get to him before his morals started to rebuild themselves around him again.
Balthion shivered internally at the nickname, feeling distinctly unordered. His eyes closed as he wrapped Truth around himself again, steeling himself against the words of his counterpart. She was already on her way when he reopened his eyes. A moment’s inattention and he had lost ground. She was certainly skilled. He concentrated on her and the path she was taking. In an instant, he was split between where he was and where he wanted to be. Both of his forms appeared blurred before he poured his presence into the husk which stood in the place he wanted to be, taking on physical form and pulling the daemon up short.
“How the…”
Nathalia pulled up short. Trying to deal with what was going on and hurrying to her charge.
“Go no further, daemon. This is his choice. ”
Nathalia went to move around and past the angel but he stepped in her path every time. If he had been simply mortal she could have stepped through him but to her, angels were the mortal equivalent of a brick wall. She sighed, appearing for all intents and purposes to capitulate. She saw the angel’s shoulders drop slightly as he accepted her phony stance. She paused for a second, until the angel turned to watch Stephen, and then shouted in Stephen’s direction.
“Go for it. Things like this don’t happen every day. You’d be a fool to turn it down. ”
Balthion wheeled, eyes blazing. Nathalia smiled sweetly up at him.
“Something wrong, Wings? ”
Balthion recited a calming prayer in his mind reminding himself that God created all and that all things were worthy of God’s love and compassion. He asked for forgiveness for his momentary indiscretion and felt it granted.
Nathalia moved to the side, leaning against a railing. With a thought, a nail file appeared in her hand and she started filing her nails. The angel wasn’t going to let her past anytime soon it seemed, so she might as well relax and hope that her words had been heard.
Balthion cast a watchful eye over the daemon and his charge trying not to let his cheeks rouge when he saw what the boy was doing and participating in.
Meanwhile, Stephen, lost in sensations that he could not have pictured, was postponing the inevitable decision that he would have to make. His reasoning was that if one’s mouth was not free, then one could not answer a question. His lips were against Lori’s as he kissed her. The kiss was not quite the same as with Mike. The lips were softer, smaller. The mouth was warmer, wetter, softer. He wasn’t sure what exactly the problem was but while he was enjoying kissing Lori, Hell, his hard shaft definitely proved that with each twitch, there was something about kissing Mike that sent him into overdrive.
“Go for it. Things like this don’t happen every day. You’d be a fool to turn it down. ”
His mind told him to go for it and indecision was pushed to the back of his mind. He pulled back from Lori, smiling at her before turning to Mike.
“Let’s go. ”
Lori’s arms wrapped around his neck and hugged him close, almost smothering him in her cleavage. Stephen smiled and licked out at a bare patch of skin between her breasts making the girl moan. Mike smiled and stood, holding a hand out for Lori and lifting her clear of Stephen’s lap. He winked at Stephen and pushing Lori first, started making his way back to the main entrance of the club. Stephen couldn’t take his eyes off the swinging hips as the man virtually swaggered across the floor.
This was going to be an interesting evening.
The bouncer nodded to the trio as they passed, wishing them a good evening. Stephen saw Mike smile knowingly as they left the club. They had barely stepped from the footprint of the building when Stephen found himself slammed against a wall. Warm lips met his and he felt that bank of hard muscle flat against him as Mike pinned him against the masonry. Stephen melted into the hard grip holding him in place as first his lips and then his neck were ravaged.
His hips bucked as he demanded more contact, rubbing himself against Mike’s hips, feeling hardness on hardness. He moaned into the contact, voice filled with need and desire. He was breathless as Mike pulled back, his hand in Stephen’s hair as he looked deep into the boy’s eyes.
“You can turn back now if you’re unsure. This is the last time I’ll ask you. ”
Stephen saw concern in those brown eyes. He looked between the captivating brown eyes and Lori’s beautiful grey eyes, both sets pleading with him to make the correct choice, to say yes to the debauchery and decadence of the night and open himself up to a totally new experience. Stephen nodded, leaning forward again to kiss Mike’s lips.
“I don’t want to turn back. ”
Mike smiled, brushing the hair back from Stephen’s forehead gently, looking deeply into the needful eyes in front of him.
“Then let’s go. I have a place not too far from here. ”
Stephen nodded as he was released again, left to follow Mike as he walked down the street, striding purposefully as he moved. Lori fell into step beside Stephen, her arm threading around his waist. Stephen moved slightly, lifting his own to wrap around her slender waist and pulling her close.
“It’ll be fun. ”
Stephen had to admit that Lori was beautiful. The corset that she was wearing pushed her ample breasts up and forward, giving her an almost unnatural cleavage, which Stephen found himself hard pressed not to stare at her chest as she spoke. It had been impossible to tear his eyes away from them while she had been sitting on his lap. All that had crossed his mind was a deep desire to undo the laces and feast on the pale skin, leaving little red marks as he sucked fractionally too hard on the unmarred skin. Stephen pulled her close, leaning in for a quick kiss as they faithfully followed Mike.
It wasn’t long before they stopped at the door to an apartment building. Mike rummaged for keys before fitting them to the lock and opening the door. A quick flight of stairs and they were at an apartment. Mike opened the door and stepped aside, waiting for his partners to enter. Lori squeezed Stephen briefly, giving him a playful wink before entering the hallway inside the door. Looking over at Mike and seeing the reassuring look on his face, Stephen entered the apartment.
The door clicked behind him and he turned to look. Mike was leaning against the doorway, a feral look on his face. Turning back, Stephen looked down the hall for Lori but she was out of sight, vanished down one of the hallways. A hand encircled him from behind and he leaned back into the hard body, relishing the lips that had found their way onto the sensitive skin of his neck. Hardness pushed against his ass as he felt exactly how turned on the man was. A hand pulled up the shirt he had chosen that evening and slid underneath it. The cold hand made Stephen breathe in sharply. He hadn’t expected it. The hand worked its way upwards until it rested on his chest, directly below a nipple. Dexterous fingers flicked out and caught the hardening bud, capturing it and pulling gently on it. Stephen pushed back into Mike and rubbed his ass against the hardness. A moan escaped his lips as he pushed back, away from Mike, and turned around to face him. His hands flew to the other man’s hair as he kissed him hard. Stephen was ready for whatever they could throw at him and more.
It had taken Nathalia and Balthion a couple of moments to realise that in their petty bickering, the trio had left the club. Nathalia cursed herself for allowing herself to pay less attention to the situation and the angel for distracting her. She flitted out, to find herself on the street outside the club just in time to see Stephen turn a corner. She followed, disappearing and reappearing from corner to corner. She could taste the sexual tension in the air. She followed silently, unseen into the apartment block and even into the apartment itself, watching the interactions the whole time. This would be a good night for her. She could already tell that the activities would lead to a most wonderful feast.
Balthion watched from his position as Nathalia flitted out of the club, desperate to corrupt the boys mind further with her cardinal ways. Balthion asked for guidance and was rewarded. With a flick of his wings, he disappeared, leaving the decadence behind him and appearing in a rather beige sitting room. He looked around the high-class room. It had the touch of a decorator’s hand, everything matched and measured. Muted undertones showed through, beiges and browns sat side by side as they subtly told of class and money. He sat, taking a seat on the overly padded beige sofa and waited for his charge to arrive. It wasn’t long before a fumble at the door was heard and the girl, Lori entered, stopping for a second before continuing down the corridor. Stephen and Mike were still lost in each other as he watched Nathalia sneak in behind them. Balthion watched Nathalia’s face, almost smug ecstasy as she watched and glutted herself on the testosterone in the air. He felt sorry for her. What an existence she must have!
Mike pulled back from Stephen, looking into those wonderful eyes. The boy’s face was a mask of passion and lust, tempered with impatience. He was hot. He was hard. He was ready for it. Taking him by the hand, Mike led Stephen towards the bedroom. Turning at the last second, he kissed the already kiss-swollen lips.
“Just remember, Stephen, if you find something uncomfortable, or we push too hard, you simply have to say and we will back off. ”
Puzzlement crossed Stephen’s face at the words and he bit the inside of his lip in anticipation. The door opened and Stephen watched Mike step inside. The room was a stark comparison to the rest of the house. Instead of the muted earthy tones, the room was dark, black. Red drapes hung on the walls covering windows and brick alike. A large four-poster bed stood freestanding in the middle of the room, black satin sheets shining in the light. The light, more subdued than the light in the corridor, was provided by candles, blacks, purples and reds, filling the room with a mixture of almost intoxicating scents. Stephen swallowed, his mouth drying and his shaft filling to almost painful fullness. He took an unsteady step into the room, not quite knowing where to look.
The door clicked behind him and he turned. Lori stood there, back pressed against the door. The skirt that she had been wearing was gone but the corset was still in place. Stephen cast his eyes over the girl now in front of him. Black stockings with suspenders, an almost see through set of panties, impossibly high heels and the corset, seemingly much tighter than it was earlier. He also noticed some additional jewellery, well not quite jewellery. A thick band of dark leather circled her neck with accompanying bands on her wrists and ankles. Stephen had to look away before he embarrassed himself. He looked around the room and finally settled on Mike’s grinning face.
“Not what you expected, eh? ” An amused quality had seeped into his voice.
Stephen could only shake his head as Mike came closer, one of Mike’s hands circling him to rest on his ass and the other navigating south to cup his erection.
“You can still back out if you want or we can put aside the frills and just have some nice normal fun. Your choice. ”
Mike massaged Stephen slowly, teasing him and making coherent thought hard. Stephen could barely speak but forced the words together.
“I can back out if it gets too heavy, right? ” His voice was one step away from cracking as Mike nodded. “Okay… Let’s… Let’s try this. ”
Mike smiled again and placed a quick kiss on his lips.
“You won’t regret this. ”
~~~
Meanwhile, out in the hallway, just before the door to the room closed, Nathalia had become aware of another ethereal presence in the room, one that made her wings itch. It could only be one person.
“Balthion, how good of you to join us. I was getting worried that you had lost your way. ”
The words could not have been further from the truth. She had hoped that he would have given up but angels are not known for their lack of tenacity. If anything the image of a dog with a bone would be the closest description to the level of determination shown by an angel. It was infuriating.
“No fear of that daemon. I am guided by the Path and the Light. I cannot get lost. ”
Nathalia rolled her eyes.
“My name is Nathalia, not daemon. ”
She wasn’t technically a daemon. She didn’t bring useless suffering to the righteous and refused to be tarred with the same brush. What she did was so much better. She filled a part of people lives left bare and barren with excitement and joy. No feeling in the world could match the best orgasm given by someone else’s hands or tongue or other body parts. The fact that she also benefited from it was incidental.
“Very well, Nathalia. I shall call you by your given name. ”
Angels were so predictable. She smiled and started towards the door where Stephen had vanished. A fluttering of wings sounded and the air in front of her blurred and coalesced into Balthion’s form. Momentum carried her forward and she found herself walking into his chest. So hard, so firm, so…Nathalia almost fell as she backed away. She was not having thoughts about an angel.
Balthion watched the strange play of emotion over the daemon’s face not understanding it. He stood proud and tall in the corridor, blocking her way. She had interfered, orchestrating everything up until this point but now the boy would have to make his own decisions. Free will would have to win through. The boy was already changed but with luck and Guidance, he would refind his path and move on. He watched Nathalia brush herself off and start to prepare herself to move directly into the room, bypassing him. He cast a net of cancellation over her, killing her efforts in their tracks.
“Stephen will be on his own for this. ”
Balthion’s voice was clear, calm, with not a trace of anything resembling emotion. Nathalia whined as she tried trick after trick to cast off his web. Nothing worked. Finally, he watched her settle, no longer struggling. She looked up at him with pleading eyes.
“I never realised that angels were cruel for cruelty’s sake. ”
She put her back against a wall and allowed herself to crumple down against the carpet. Balthion was lost. The words had no relevance to anything previously said. He took a step forward. Nathalia looked up at him with wet eyes and seemed to force a smile. Balthion’s divine heart sank as he saw one drop of water leave her eye and make a trail down her cheek. His compassion wrenched, as he wanted to comfort this creature in front of him. He moved slightly closer before hunkering down beside her.
“It’s okay. I should have realised that it would end like this once you got involved. What chance does a lowly succubus have against one of His chosen few? ”She sniffed. “I mean… Corruption can only thrive where there is fuel moving it on. But I never thought it would end like this. ”
Balthion was still puzzled. He had no clue what she was on about. Why was she sounding fatalistic? What had he done? Had he done something without knowing? Was that it?
“Nathalia…I’m not sure…”Balthion started.
A finger on his lips hushed him as the wet, violet eyes looked up.
“You probably didn’t know. Not a lot is known about our kind. You see, I’m not a daemon. I’m a succubus, a very specialised type of daemon. We feed on the emotions and feelings released during mating. Without that… We die! Our presence, our being is lost for eternity. ”
Balthion’s face fell. He didn’t know. He had assumed that they simply returned to the ether that formed them, waiting to be reborn again in some other time and place. He was appalled at himself and the treatment of this creature before him. How could he have been so heartless? He skipped neatly over the fact that he hadn’t known and went straight into condemnation for himself and asking for forgiveness from On High.
“I never thought that I would die this way… I had assumed that I would simply be unmade when my job was done. But that was obviously not in my plan. ”
Again, Nathalia sniffed. She stole a look at the angel’s shocked face and the compassion written on his features. It was working.
“Nathalia…I apologize. I had no idea that barring you from the room would cause such a reaction. I…I have only one choice then it appears. You must go into that room. You cannot act against your nature I suppose. ”Balthion stuttered, rising to his feet and offering the succubus a hand up.
She took it and silently delighted in the discomfort that fluttered across his face as her skin touched his. He led the way to the room, indecision written on his face as he wondered whether he should go in or not. Nathalia smiled up at him, a sweet smile in keeping with the sad pose she had adopted when talking to the angel and manipulating him to her will. She walked through the door and into the room, triumphant in her victory over the overly simplistic angel. Her eyes fell on the scene in the room and instantly she was hit by a wave of lust and passion, the like of which she had not felt before.
She felt wind move behind her and Balthion appeared. She watched his face go crimson as he looked at the scene in front of him. This was too easy!
~~~
“Down! ”
The single word command from Mike dropped Lori to her hands and knees. She waited there until Mike clicked his fingers. With that signal given, she started to slowly crawl over the carpet towards the two men. She looked up at Mike for direction and once given she approached Stephen. She rose to her knees just before him and clasped her hands behind her back. She smiled up at him before looking straight ahead at his trousers. She leaned forward slightly and grasped the tab with her teeth. The first button popped almost immediately, followed closely by the second and third. A little manipulation and Lori had undone the entire front closure of his trousers. She, then, started to drag them down, lowering them slowly down to his thighs. Stephen was mesmerised. The woman definitely knew what she was doing.
Once the trousers were down, she moved back up slightly, rubbing her face against his underwear, using her cheek to caress the length still hidden beneath the fabric. Stephen moaned at the contact. The next thing he noticed was cold air hitting the tip of his shaft. His eyes closed and his mouth opened in silent screams of joy as Lori took the tip into her mouth and started working on it. The sensations topped the previous evening as she hit spot after sensitive spot. Experience made a difference. Stephen’s knees started to tremble as Lori played his organ like a finely tuned piano. He felt as if he was about to topple when strong arms caught him from behind. He let himself fall backwards into the strong chest. He turned to look behind him, up at Mike and lips caught his own. He twisted slightly, making Lori drop his shaft briefly as he deepened the kiss.
Mike had disrobed while Stephen had been distracted and was now standing there in nothing but the ever present smile that he seemed to always wear. Mike’s hands went to the buttons of the shirt, slowly undoing them. He leaned down and kissed the newly exposed skin as soon as it was bared. Stephen was in heaven. Buttons undone, the shirt fell to the floor. Hands roamed over his chest, teasing nipples and tracing muscles. The suction on his shaft increased and Stephen found himself riding very close to the edge. A hand grabbed his ass hard, separating his cheeks and a single digit rubbed between them. Stephen’s world exploded as the finger played over his ass. He hadn’t even time to give warning to Lori before her mouth was filled. Boneless legs again threatened to collapse out from under him. Stephen’s eyes opened to see Lori smiling up at him from her place on the floor. Mike’s wide grin looked down on him. Stephen couldn’t have formed a full sentence if he life depended on it but he couldn’t have been happier.
Mike led him to the bed and had him take a seat on the cool silk sheets. Stephen smiled up at him as he leaned against one of the wooden bedposts. Mike moved over to Lori and lifting her head up, he motioned to her to stand. She stood, looking up at Mike. Mike moved down to kiss her. Stephen watched as Mike held her head and plunged into her mouth. There was something measured about it though, something not quite right. It was only when he noticed Mike swallowing that he realised what was going on. Lori had held his seed in her mouth until Mike had taken it from her. Stephen started to rise again. Both Mike and Lori looked over at him when they were done, heads side by side like some twisted Siamese being. Another kiss and they started towards him, arms open and accepting him. He stood and walked over, welcomed into their little couple.
“See, now that wasn’t so bad, now was it? ” Mike’s voice was filled with laughter.
Stephen laughed in reply. He had been worried but well, if the rest of the night shaped up to be even half as good as the past five minutes, he was in for a treat. A quick embrace and they broke apart. Mike smiled as he moved Lori over to the bed, pulling back the crimson drapes from one of the corner poles on the bed frame. Stephen looked as he saw a metal band surrounding the wooden shaft with a hook facing inwards. Lori walked forward with no prompting and gave Mike her hand. Mike lifted her slightly until the ring on the bracelet on her wrist caught on the hook. Another moment passed and the same was done with the other wrist. Lori was facing the bed, arms spread. Mike ducked quickly and tied off her ankles so that she was completely spread apart. Mike moved around her to the side of the bed and crawled on, beckoning Stephen to follow him. Stephen didn’t so much as hesitate but climbed back onto the black satin sheets.
Lori’s eyes were closed and she was breathing hard by the time the last ring was hooked leaving her almost totally open, hidden only by some items of clothing. She knew that these would be next to go but she was unsure of how long it would be before she would be touched, played with. As it was, just being strung up was making her wetter than she had been in a while. The corset, tightened tighter than it had been when she had been in the club was making deep breaths harder. The heels were already starting to hurt. Agony and ecstasy chased each other around her body as she waited for Mike’s next move.
Nathalia and Balthion entered the room just before Lori was strung up. The smell of sex was still strong in the air. Nathalia could feel the passion and the release flowing through her and even more tension in the air. She could also pick up on the embarrassment of the angel as he stepped into the room.
Balthion looked around the den on iniquity and started reciting every single prayer he knew. How could she feed on this… This… filth? He watched the girl being chained into position and almost stepped out of the room. His training had not prepared him for this. This was new. This was perversion. But still, he had to stay, to try to get his charge back on track. All at once it seemed hopeless.
Mike turned to Stephen on the bed and leaned forward kissing him deeply, almost stealing his air. His hand moved forward to caress the growing member just as he had done in the club. His hand was sure and steady as he gripped the hard flesh and moved his hand back and forth over it. Stephen’s hand came to rest on his arm, kneading the muscle as he buried his head in the nook of his shoulder. Mike moved Stephen slightly, made him lie down on the bed, face up. He used the advantage of the sheets to slide the boy down towards Lori, close enough to smell the arousal coming off her in waves.
Nathalia moved, settling in a padded armchair, black leather, against the side of the room, enjoying her vantage point. The angle was such that she could see everything. Perfect for what she wanted. She threw both legs over the arm, preparing herself for the show. She watched Balthion take careful steps into the room, looking for all the world like a child who had just been accused of stealing the last cookie. She wondered what sort of training he had for this. She had already seen that it didn’t take much to embarrass him. They wouldn’t have sent an inexperienced angel on this mission would that?
Mike moved over Stephen, almost catlike in his movements, and started licking at Stephen’s nipples. His tongue caressed the hard nubs and he moved in closer, capturing them between his lips and letting his teeth play over them, nipping sharply every so often. He feels Stephen’s hardness pushing against his own and his trousers rubbing against his own bare legs. Moving back, he starts to move the fabric lower, removing it completely when it gets to his ankles.
“Much better! ”
Stephen smiled down at Mike as Mike started to make his way back up, licking over every patch of skin he could on his way back up. He licked over Stephen’s now hardened shaft as he continued up. Nipples, collarbone, lips. Everything yielded to him on his explorations. He reached up beyond Stephen, reaching under sheets for a knife.
Balthion almost stepped forward, almost inserted his will into the situation, the urge to preserve life strong and the only justification for overstepping free will that could be defended. He immediately sent out his angelic senses, testing for that murderous rage, that single-minded conviction that the other person must die but found nothing. He stepped back again, reluctantly letting the scene progress, his worry abated for the moment.
Stephen’s eyes widened in lust-filled fear as he sees the flash of metal. He started to tense underneath his current partner but was reassured by the kiss Mike placed on his forehead. He watched Mike slide the knife under the sides of Lori’s panties and slice through the material. Another slice and the material was gone, pulled clear and dumped over the side. The scent assaulted his nostrils as he realised how turned on Lori was by the simple act of being tied up. He watched her start to writhe slightly, moving as much as the chains would allow. Mike winked down at him and Stephen smiled. Extending his neck, Stephen licked out, tongue playing over the bare mound of Lori’s sex. He delighted in the moan that issued from her and smiled as she thrusted forward. His tongue lapped gently at the swollen, wet lips as he went to work returning the favour from earlier.
Mike watched for a second as Stephen went down on Lori, before moving down himself to reach under a pillow. He pulled out a tube from beneath the satin pillowcase and opened it. Spreading the cold liquid on one finger he moved closer again. With one motion he almost swallowed Stephen’s shaft, taking it as deep as he could. The boy bucked into his mouth almost gagging him. Mike smiled around the organ as he gently moved Stephen’s legs apart. Stephen willingly obliged. Mike moved the finger down to the puckered opening and slowly teased it.
Nathalia’s legs fell apart, revealing her centre as her hand dropped to her lap, teasing the sensitive flesh. She longed to be in Lori’s place or even Stephen’s but that was denied to her. The one immutable rule that she had to follow. Every other rule could be bent, misshaped but she could not be in a human’s body at the moment of completion, no matter how much she ached for it. She settled on her hand, trying to edit out her need and just focus on the situation and the lust rising from her charge and his friends.
Balthion glanced over at Nathalia and his cheeks blushed almost purple. She was sitting, legs apart, hand working away at her hidden depths furiously. Balthion felt his body start to respond. This could not happen. This could not be. He was an angel. He was not touched by physical sin. He closed his eyes and started to pray. He felt the tumescence subside.
“Must you? ” The words harsh but exasperated from Balthion.
Nathalia smiled and opened her legs wider, giving Balthion another eyeful.
“Yeah, Angel-boy, I must. We don’t all feed the same way. ”
Balthion spluttered and looked away, feeling horribly embarrassed. There was a lot that he had to report to Kheramite. A lot that the files never covered. He started mentally compiling a list of what she had told him trying to distract himself from the situation at hand.
Cold gel surprised Stephen, making him moan into the hot warm flesh over his mouth. Mike hummed around the shaft in his mouth, sending vibrations through the sensitive flesh. Lori moaned as Stephen bit her gently, teeth closing reflexively at the sensations.
Mike waited until Stephen relaxed again before pushing the tip of his finger inside that tight place, leaving it for a second for the boy to get used to it. He felt Stephen twitch around him and start to push down on the finger inside him. Mike started to move the finger in and out, pushing harder each time, twisting slightly to vary the angle of the route. He carefully avoided that button of flesh that would guarantee Stephen’s orgasm and continued to push in and out. Another second later and a second finger joined the first.
Lori moaned out loud as Stephen redoubled his efforts, going to town on the girl’s sensitive nub. Lori’s body was shivering as she tried to hold back her orgasm, saving the first one, the sweet one but it was not easy. Her lip was hurting as she bit it. Her heels were burning with lactic acid as she strained to keep herself angled towards the mouth on her mound. It wouldn’t be long until she was unable to keep back the screams and the orgasm would break free.
Stephen was lost in sensation, wanting at once to be filled and to fulfil. Lori’s mound over his face, dripping with juice as he licked it. Mike’s mouth over his shaft and his fingers in his ass. Heaven itself could not be this good. Then all at once, Mike’s head pulled back, leaving his shaft hard and wanting but untouched. He felt the bed move under him and a quick sneaked look told him that Mike was getting into position. Stephen’s hands went to Lori’s thighs, bracing himself as he waited for that first moment.
Mike dropped the shaft and moved slightly, spreading Stephen’s legs a little more as he prepared himself. The boy was tight so he would have to go slow. His own cock, hard and wanting, was dripping as he brushed it against the lubricated hole, teasing Stephen a little bit more. Then, slowly, very slowly, he started to press it against the puckered opening. The head slipped inside. He saw Stephen’s body tense and waited until he saw the opening relax along with every tensed muscle in the boy’s body.
Nathalia watched, biting her lip waiting for the invasion. Two days and two virginities taken. This was a special mission.
Balthion watched, silently hoping that the boy would change his mind, come to his senses before this carnal sin was committed. Just one word. No! That was all it would take. Balthion willed the boy to say it but was unrewarded. He watched the entry and the look on Stephen’s face, his spirit descending as doubt of Stephen’s redemption filled him. He could hardly bear to watch but something kept drawing his eyes back to the scene before him.
Stephen tensed as he felt the invasion, trying to relax, trying to go with it. It was different, totally different from everything he had ever thought it would be. It was wonderful, but slightly sore. He felt filled and the entire length hadn’t even been inserted yet. His tongue flicked over Lori’s clit again and again, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Mike started moving again and Stephen tried to push down on him, trying to get Mike as deep as possible but hands on his hips stopped him. Stephen kept up a furious pace as Mike drove into him, sliding in and out of the lubricated hole. Mike’s hand closed around his shaft as it pumped in prefect pace.
“So tight…”Mike panted as he pulled out ready for another stroke.
Lori screamed as Stephen finally drove her over the edge, pulling at the chains and bucking her hips. Sensitive skin prayed for time off but it was not forthcoming. Stephen’s mouth was still attached to her clit and still kept up a furious pace, as if it was the only thing stopping him from his own release.
Mike pushed in, feeling Stephen tightening around him on every stroke. He knew the boy was struggling to hold back release, just as he was, but Mike knew that he would not finish first. Changing angle slightly, he brushed over that too-sensitive spot. Stephen bucked under him, amazed by the sensations. Mike did it again, brushing briefly past it before changing angle again. Now every stroke hit that spot. It wouldn’t be long now.
Stephen could not hold back much longer. His hands clenched around Lori’s thighs as the muscles in his stomach started to hurt from holding it in. The hand surrounding his throbbing shaft was tightening and loosening at random, throwing him completely off balance.
“I…I… I’m… Gonna…”
Stephen’s entire body bucked as he felt his seed spurt out and cover his stomach and chest. At the edge of his consciousness, he heard grunting and screaming that he was sure wasn’t him. Words stopped. Feelings took over. He could only lie there, panting, hot, sated.
Mike felt Stephen clench around him, tighter than ever and could not hold on any longer, he emptied himself into Stephen, feeling spurt after spurt leave him. He could barely hold himself up afterwards, instead choosing to lower himself down on Stephen’s chest, panting.
Lori screamed as multiple orgasms over took her, stealing her ability to support herself. Pain from her shoulders spread through the joint and added to her condition as wave after glorious wave spread out through her body. She too was left sated, panting as the talented tongue finally stopped.
Nathalia screamed as her hand finally came to rest, no longer pumping deep inside her. She leaned backwards into the chair, one leg still over the armrest. She didn’t care particularly if the repressed angel cared or not. She was too full, to tired to care. It was perfect.
It took a few minutes before enough muscle control returned to the men sprawled on the bed for them to actually consider moving. Realisation dawned on Mike’s face as he realised that Lori still hung from the bed frame. Disengaging from Stephen he slides off the bed and moves behind Lori, undoing the hooks through her ankle bracers before lifting her clear from the wrist restraints. Mike lifted her, cuddling her close to his chest as he pressed a kiss against her cheek, murmuring something in her ear that Stephen could not hear. Mike held her close as he asked Stephen to pull back the sheets. Stephen jumped to do just that as Mike placed Lori in the middle of the bed with abject care and almost reverence. Mike gestured to Stephen to slide in beside her as he slid in behind the exhausted girl, wrapping his arms around her. Stephen moved in, cuddling her on the other side and brushing her hair out of her eyes and placing a sweet tender kiss on the tip of her nose. Lori’s eyes, closed since before she was taken down, fluttered open briefly as she smiled up at Stephen and snuggled close to him. Mike and Stephen’s eyes met over her head as she let sleep claim her and they shared a smile as they surrounded and protected the girl between them.
Balthion coughed, cheeks flaming red as he tried to look anywhere in the room bar the bodies spread out under dark sheets. His feet became particularly interesting as he stared down at the ground. He refused to admit that he might have had a physical reaction to the show of decadence. It was an anomaly. Exposure to new situations. The fact that he wasn’t yet used to corporeal form. A thousand different reasons filled his mind as he tried to deny the truth. This assignment was going to be tougher than anyone thought.
It was evening before the trio had extricated themselves from the now rumpled sheets, every position had been tried and every new experience savoured. Orgasm after orgasm had left them hot and sticky between cool sheets. A shared shower, planned to be quick, stretched into the dark hours, no one noticing that the water ran cold.
Balthion had resolutely stayed between her and Stephen, keeping her voice from his ear. She had pouted and cajoled and pleaded with the angel but he was as stubborn as a born again virgin. Finally she had settled down in the armchair to wait for Stephen to finally leave. A rustle behind her attracted her attention. Checking around the room to make sure it wasn’t her counterpart; she looked at the shelf behind her. A small black card rested there, propped against a small ornament. Black card with a red symbol on it. She smiled as she read the two words below the image.
“Dominion’s Reward. ”
Flipping the card over she saw some more writing, again in red against a dark background. Free entry to the club. She knew that it was not chance that had landed the card there. Dominion wanted a word and that was one commitment she could not blow off. She looked up at as the angel walked into the room again, hurrying to hide the card in her hands. She didn’t want him interfering yet again. It was bad enough that he had ruined the spiritual experience last night with his embarrassment and questioning. When one was partaking of the finest cuisine life had to offer, one did not want someone poking around the side salad asking what was going on.
Stephen stepped free of the shower and wiped himself off, wrapping a towel around himself. He had been trying to leave to the past hour but something kept popping up. He was amazed at how much stamina he had built up. He felt as if he could run a marathon or lift fifty cars. His jaw ached slightly from use and his wrists had the vague outline of the restraints that he had tried the previous night. He felt satisfied, smug almost. He knew that he had made Emily happy, well until she threw a hissy fit and walked out on him, but she wasn’t a patch on Mike and Lori. He had no idea why he had been so against the whole idea of sex and its particulars. As far as he was concerned, he had missed out on a wealth of experience. A treasure trove of unexplainable feelings. Hell, people had been doing this in high school and it took him until his final year in college to catch up with them. Man, was he ever a dope.
He walked over to the bedroom, gathering up his clothes from where they had fallen last night and starting to get redressed. He looked up as Lori walked into the room. She was patting her hair dry, a smile the only thing that she was wearing. Stephen could already feel himself start to rise and groaned. Lori walked over and started to kiss him again. Stephen reciprocated, letting his hands wander and tweak sensitive skin. Lori pulled back after a few minutes and went to the dresser drawer. When she turned back she had a small white card in her hand.
“For you,” she said, handing over the card. “It’s got both our phone numbers on it. You should come back and play with us some time. ”
Stephen looked at the card and nodded, tucking it away in a shirt pocket.
“I will. ”
Stephen gathered Lori into a big hug and kissed her again. Mike had entered the room when they finally separated again. Another group embrace and Stephen was allowed to put on his shoes.
Nathalia felt the card in her hand and had an idea. She couldn’t just slip it into his pocket, not with Angel-boy watching her. But she could… Concentrating, she moved it silently from her hand to Stephen’s pocket, placing it beside the card Stephen had just received. She looked over at Balthion and saw the slightly suspicious look on his face and smiled sweetly at him.
She wasn’t going to let the boy out of her sight and if it took bringing Balthion along then so be it. She had a feeling that the angel would feel completely out of place at one of Dominion’s parties and delighted in that look of discomfort that seemed to cross his face whenever the carnal side of nature shone through.
It was another thirty minutes before they had separated enough to actually allow the boy to leave the room, let alone the apartment. Balthion fell into step beside Nathalia as they follow the boy down the stairs and onto the street. They could hear his stomach growling from their place behind him.
“Nothing like a night of fantastic sex to work up an appetite! ”Nathalia smiled over at Balthion.
Balthion stayed silent. He would have sworn that she was just saying things to him to make him uncomfortable, except that swearing was against the rules. As the night had progressed, he had seen sights that had made him want to leave the room completely. He couldn’t even admit to being sure that without sustenance she would die. His head was spinning, he couldn’t be sure of anything at this point in time. He wasn’t ready for the assignment. They should have picked a different angel. These thoughts circled around and around the angel’s head as he walked. His shoulders were hunched over slightly and his eyes were cast downwards as Nathalia twittered away, trying to get a rise out of him.
Nathalia looked over at Balthion, slightly concerned by the lack of interaction. She couldn’t have worn out the angel’s patience yet could she? She looks at him closely, trying to bring herself to look at his ethereal presence, the glory and the true image. Bracing herself, she shifted focus and focused on the light contained within the shell he projected. It was blindingly white. Blinking as the light burned her skin, her eyes, she focused again. It was white, pure, but there was something there. Nathalia shifted her focus back so that she was again looking at the shell, that handsome body. The angel had barely been around for twelve hours and already he was in trouble… Nathalia smiled to herself. This would be too easy. She almost wished for more of a challenge before remembering an old proverb, “Never look a dire-wolf in the mouth! ”
“We should probably get the boy to eat,” Nathalia prodded the angel dragging him back from his thoughts.
Balthion simply nodded, not really wanting to talk to the daemon.
“Wow! Talk about your blood from a daemon! Do you wanna suggest it to him or will I? ”Nathalia pressed.
“We don’t…”Balthion looked up, a strange look on his face. “We can’t make suggestions, not like you do anyway. ”
“Really? Well that takes the fun out of the whole thing then doesn’t it? So, how do you influence them? ” Nathalia pouted.
“We don’t. ”Balthion said simply. “We let them live their own lives, fulfilling the destiny that is laid out for them. ”
Nathalia blinked. Letting the mortals run around unguided just seemed wrong to her. She looked at Balthion. His voice was distracted, different than it had been before. Something was troubling him. Nathalia sighed.
“Right, I guess I’ll do it then. Stephen… You’re hungry! ” Her voice was slightly bored, the challenge that she had been revelling in temporarily gone.
Stephen’s stomach growled drawing attention to the fact that he hadn’t eaten since before he had gone out to the club the day before and even then it had only been a light snack. He realised that he should probably eat. Looking around, he saw a small burger joint on the other side of the road. Crossing the road he entered the place, almost instantly regretting it. He placed a quick order and then took a seat. Balthion and Nathalia slid into the booth beside him. Reaching into his shirt pocket, Stephen pulled out the two cards there. He looked at the white card that Lori gave him, turning it over and smiling a little at the memories that it conjured up. Putting it to one side for a second, he looked at the black card. He couldn’t remember picking it up.
“Free entry and one free drink, tonight only. ”
Balthion looked up at Nathalia as Stephen read the words out, eyes flaming.
“Did you do this? ” The words accusing.
Nathalia was taken aback by the tone of voice and the words. What bug had crawled up this angels butt and made a nest?
“Yes, I did! ”Her words held challenge.
“The boy had just spent the last twelve hours engaging in some of the most… sordid activities known to man, and still you are not satisfied. You don’t care if you leave just a husk dedicated to your purpose, moving from person to person and using them, spitting them out just to satisfy his carnal lust. Your kind recklessly plays with the Plan, changing it to your own purpose with no regard for the souls that you pervert! ”
Balthion’s eyes had fallen to the table top as he spewed his rhetoric. Nathalia sat looking at the angel, slightly lost, but amused that she had already provoked such a reaction.
“Don’t look now, Wings, but your halo is slipping! ” She said, not keeping the amusement from her voice.
Balthion looked up at her, fixing her with a look that was only mere steps away from contempt. He slid from the seat, moving to stand outside. Nathalia watched him go, a wide smile on her face. He had left her alone with the mortal. How stupid of him!
~~~
Balthion moved outside and lifted his face to Heaven. Doubt crawled under his skin. He opened his mind to the One and laid all his thoughts at His feet asking for judgement, for forgiveness, for strength. He feltl himself being weighed up, his faults and merits being separated and categorised. Paralyzed by the weight of judgement on his shoulders, he feared the worst. All at once, the world around him vanished and he found himself in a room that he had never seen before.
White walls surrounded him, almost oppressively. His fear started to rise as a bright figure entered the room with him. Coalescing into a body, Balthion found himself looking at Kheramite.
“Balthion, my boy. ” Kheramite’s hand found his shoulder. “What’s wrong? ”
Concern marred the old man’s face. Balthion’s head hung low.
“I don’t think I am strong enough, Kheramite. ” The words barely over a whisper.
Kheramite’s mouth pursed. He had been worried about this when he sent the boy out. His eyes closed for a second, seeking council before opening again.
“I have seen things…” Balthion started.
Kheramite tightened his grip on Balthion’s shoulder, cutting off his words.
“I know, Balthion, I know. You’ve already seen things that would make a lesser angel Fall. ” Kheramite’s words were soft, comforting. “Already, you have shown your strength. Already, His pride in you has been rewarded. I won’t beguile you, Balthion, this is a tough assignment. Direct confrontation with a daemon is usually avoided but in this case it cannot be left until later. Your charge, Stephen, has embraced the darker path and is following it with relish. His fate, and the fate of those entangled in his web rests in the balance. ”
Balthion looked at Kheramite, his shoulders still sagging. “So what should I do? How can I keep her away from him? ”
Kheramite smiled. He had expected Balthion to ask for reassignment, to be removed but the boy had done him proud.
“You have been getting between her and Stephen. That is probably the best way. If she cannot sow the seeds in his mind, they cannot grow. Remember, son, you are one of His chosen few. You have seen the face of Heaven and have had His embrace. Remember who and what you are. Ask for strength and it will be given you. Remember, you are His divine messenger and through you His will is done. ”
Kheramite watched Balthion rebuilt by the words. Strength and light filled him again as doubt was washed away. Kheramite saw celestial light flow through the boy as He took a hand in the rebuilding. Balthion flashed back to his celestial form, reconnecting with his purpose and his mission, before reforming into the strong mortal body that he had wrapped himself in.
Balthion’s head rose and his shoulders strengthened as his spine straightened. Confidence filled him and he felt that he could face the world again, face that daemon again. A peaceful smile settled on his face as he filled himself with purpose. Kheramite’s heart soared. There was still hope for Balthion, more than hope.
“I am ready! ” Balthion said, voice strong again. “Thank you. ”
Brown eyes, sparkling with celestial warmth looked up at Kheramite. Kheramite smiled.
“You’re welcome, Balthion. Just remember your purpose. And keep a watch for any… opportunities that may come your way. ”
Balthion picked up the sparkle in Kheramite’s eyes and was about to ask him what he meant when he felt that familiar sensation of being sent back to the mortal realm.
~~~
Nathalia watched from the stall as Balthion disappeared. She didn’t know where or when he would reappear. Maybe he had been recalled permanently. She almost rejoiced, dialling it back after little more than an instant. He could be back in mere seconds, interfering again. She had to make use of this opportunity.
She whispered in Stephen’s ear, coaxing him, cajoling him into going to the club opening. Not that it took much. He was still on a high from the night, and morning, activities. A slight amount of guilt entered his mind over neglecting his studies but it was neatly quashed by Nathalia. Tiredness started to creep into Stephen but again, it was banished by Nathalia.
Dumping the rest of his burger, swimming in grease, he stood and started heading for the address on the club, Nathalia falling into step behind him. It didn’t take long for them to reach the place and the party was already in full swing. Black leather and lace seemed to be the dress code, intimidating and turning Stephen on at the same time. He moved past the bouncers, flashing the card. They nodded at him as he passed them before nodding at Nathalia. Incubi at the door, daemons on the dance floor… This was going to be a hell of a party. She trailed Stephen, casting a net of her power over him, sending signals to all and sundry that the mortal was hers and that damaging him was off limits. She felt a presence step up behind her.
“I didn’t think that my invitation included the mortal, daughter! ”Dominion’s voice felt like worms crawling in her ear.
She turned, looking into those pure black eyes and shivered. She feigned confidence.
“What would you have me do, father, leave him to the angel so that all our work can be undone? ” Nathalia’s chin lifted in defiance.
Dominion’s hand brushed her hair to one side as he leaned in to place a kiss on her cheek, but at the last second changed his mind and let his tongue run over it instead. His other hand moved to her chest and cupped her ample breast. If her skin could have migrated, it would have. Pure corruption infused her as she felt instantly unclean.
“Admirable, I suppose, daughter mine, but you do leave him open to the denizens of hell here. You know I enforce no rules here. What is yours is mine and what is mine I share equally in this club. ”
With a rather savage push, he pushed her backwards, into the waiting arms of two daemons. The daemons ran their hands over her, awakening her deeper desires. She writhed under their touch, aching to be touched in the places that she had only touched herself, but they slid around them, awakening her skin to pleasure but nothing else. Her eyes closed as she tried to erase the touch of Dominion. But it didn’t work.
Even with her eyes closed she could still feel his touch on her skin, dipping beneath her short skirt to stroke her thigh. She was repulsed.
“So how fares your mission? ” Again, that slick oily voice invaded her senses.
She opened her eyes to look at the sneer on Dominion’s face.
“See for yourself! ”
Nathalia gestured over at Stephen, currently dancing around a horned daemon, touching and caressing. His hand was already caressing her breast while the daemon’s hand was massaging his very obvious erection.
Dominion nodded, smiling like a used car salesman who had just offloaded a lemon. “And the angel? ”
“A petty annoyance. ” She refused to tell him that she delighted in teasing him, tormenting him.
Dominion locked eyes with her and she felt his invasion into her mind. Oily fingers, rotten with decay pushed into her mind, into the most private places, ripping through defences and barriers as if they weren’t there. Forcing her in a way that was far more invasive than if he had simply raped her. The hands from the daemons kept running over her, infusing her with desire as she was forced to reveal her deepest and darkest thoughts.
When she finally felt him retreat, she was snarling unknown to herself. Her teeth had sharped to needle-like points as she snapped at him. Her true face showing through. Dominion only laughed as she flew at him, teeth bared and aiming for his neck, stepping back a pace just before she reached him.
“I am better than you. I will always be better than you. I suggest that you don’t forget it! ” His face smiling, his voice harsh. “Your mortal stays until sun up as do you! ”
“He isn’t ready for that! ” Nathalia’s eyes widened as her voice carried shock.
“You brought him to a place for our kind! You should have known better, shouldn’t you, daughter! ”Dominion laughed a cruel laugh as he turned and walked away. “Remember… Sun up! ”
She struggled to get away from the two daemons who were holding her but their grip and their power was too much. She redoubled her efforts but it was in vain as they invaded her with fingers and tongues. There was nothing that she could do to escape the probing digits.
“Damnit, Wings! ” Nathalia muttered under her breath. “Why in Hell’s name did you have to vanish now…”