Angel In Hell Pt 02

*All characters are 18+. This is a work of fiction for erotic entertainment only. Real-life sex should always be with enthusiastic consent.*

Copyright 2024 Sastri Vera

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I bathed in the cold, cleansing waters. I meditated for days in the ceaseless light of the sun. The only course I dared not take was to ask how to repent from this particular loss of virtue.

At least no one seemed to suspect my transgression, despite how conspicuous it felt, like it was writ on my skin, flashing brightly to the universe: Impure. Unclean. Tainted.

Ruined.

Perhaps I was not at fault. Perhaps the demon had used his powers to force my body's reactions. Demons were not to be trusted, after all. Regardless, I felt the need to atone.

A month after my continued penitent efforts and tireless search of the libraries, I received a summons from a seraph.

"A seraph? Are you certain?" Seraphim didn't speak to the likes of me. The last one I'd glimpsed was centuries ago during training, and then only a faraway flash of distinctive wings.

The messenger nodded. "Unmistakable. He requests your presence on the moon within the hour."

"Thank you."

The moon, for the mortals who broke their vows. Fear tightened my feathers, but I tried not to read too much into it and decided to go immediately. Waiting would only let me overthink it. Besides, a seraph's time was not to be wasted.

I recognized him as I approached, having seen his image in the libraries too often of late. Seraph Saharael, guardian of the divine songs. His expansive wings barely shifted as he hovered above the moon's surface. Extraordinary. No image or carving could do them justice--gold-flecked and stunning white, three pairs of magnificent, feathery wings spread from his back. They looked somehow both soft as a baby bird's and sharp enough to cut.

He turned slowly in the air, white robes unruffled in the motion.

"Seraph." I bowed deeply.

Golden eyes set in a flawless face considered me as I straightened. Cold and beautiful. I lowered my gaze, embarrassed at my momentary pause on his vivid, full lips.

His voice was unexpectedly soft and soothing. "Lady Lyriel. The demon overseer of the Second Circle of Hell has filed a complaint against you. He did not specify the reason. Are you aware of his interest?"

Demons could file complaints? Cold fear swept through me. "No, seraph," I replied too hastily.

His voice hardened like crackling ice. "Do not lie, angel."

I blinked, and my face heated. The lie had come too easily. "My apologies, seraph. I... traveled to Hell a month ago."

"Why?"

"There was a human. One I'd watched over while he was alive. I wanted to see him."

The seraph was silent for a time--seconds or minutes, I wasn't certain. His gaze scanned my figure, lingering over my wings. I straightened my posture. Then he said, "The demon must have noticed you. Did you cause a disturbance, upset him somehow?"

My face burned hotter. Upset

him

? "No, seraph."

Saharael frowned. "You will visit him--officially--and report the issue to me. This is unusual, but it is policy." He turned away, the audience clearly finished.

I bowed to his back and left.

Return to Hell. I couldn't refuse. At least I had the protection of official business this time. And while I still wanted to help the mortal, I wasn't ready. Not yet. All my time in the libraries yielded nothing on that topic either.

Soon, David. I'm sorry.

The seraph hadn't allowed me a single question. I supposed I would receive clarification and a guard on my way out.

I didn't.

I was only provided with the location of the demon's home. Unnecessary. As expected, it was situated at the top of the tallest spire in the exact center of the circle. The messenger at the gate stated that the seraph had not designated a guard, then dismissed me.

Apparently, heaven

did

send angels alone into Hell. But I was acting on the seraph's command. That was more than enough.

I landed on the main entry platform, nonetheless wishing an archangel had accompanied me, or even another angel. Despite being on an official task, I felt vulnerable. Weak, as the demon had said.

I straightened my spine and strode into the halls.

Where heaven's marble structures were endless shades of white and cream, this hall seemed to indulge in a spectacular splash of color. Outside, it was dull slate. Inside, the rooms flared to life. Undulating flames danced on walls depicting obscene carvings in lifelike detail. Lips, fingers, and hands seemed to reach from the floor, stroking and massaging. I studiously ignored and dodged the... decorations.

And stumbled into the demon's throne room, assaulted by moans and groans and writhing limbs. On both sides of the room were piles of cushions and scattered, naked demon bodies. Chains hung haphazardly from the ceiling, snaking along the walls.

My wings tightened to avoid brushing against their foul activities, and I stared straight ahead, to the raised dais and familiar, naked chest.

Asmodai lounged on a wide leather chaise that served as his throne, his wings draped over the sides, his head thrown back over the arm. A nude female demon knelt between his legs, her head bobbing gently. Another demon stood beside his wing, stroking lightly with sharp claws. She whispered into Asmodai's ear.

His head tilted up, swirling darkness stopping my breath and my steps. He was still as beautiful as I remembered. My skin tingled. I couldn't tear my eyes away. He smiled. "Darling. I missed you." His eyes flicked behind me briefly, his smile fading.

I glanced over my shoulder. Nothing. Clearing my throat, I let cold indifference infuse my voice. "You filed a complaint against me. A seraph sent me here at your request."

He lifted a brow. "Did I. What did I complain about, little bird?" He placed a hand on the female between his legs. She continued to lick and suck, hissing when he pulled her head up. A wave of his hand, and she scurried away.

Heat crept into my face. "I'm here to bring a message to the seraphim, not to play your games."

"Hmm." A faint red glow shimmered in his eyes. "You should leave. Turn around, walk away. Tell them I retract my... complaint."

I scowled. "I'm here at your request, demon. Elaborate your complaint, then I'll go." Why was he wasting my time if he only wanted me to leave?

Red flared, flashed, and disappeared. He smirked. "If you insist, you can finish what we started." His fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly.

My lips twisted. "You disgust me. However you forced my body to respond, it will not happen again. Just give me your message--tell me what you want."

"You," he purred. "On my cock. Right now."

"Never."

"I thought angels didn't lie."

I frowned. No, I should not be lying so effortlessly and thoughtlessly. "Never again."

He chuckled, but it seemed a flat sound. "How quickly do you think I can bring you to your knees this time, darling?"

"I will not listen to this--"

His finger flicked. A curl of red rippled through the air, hitting me in the stomach before I could react. I nearly crumpled to the ground. It was like a lightning bolt of ecstasy that threatened to overwhelm every cell in my body, every thought in my mind. I stumbled back, clawed for my power, and cleansed myself just as my knees started to buckle.

I was panting when his lazy tone filtered into my ringing ears, "That is what my power feels like. Irresistible. Rather dull, if you ask me. Did you feel the same last time, angel? Tell me, and I'll give you a message."

I gritted my teeth. "No. It wasn't so... mindless. I felt more than... no."

I thought he would gloat. Instead, his lips thinned, his voice becoming bored. "Heard enough, Saharael?"

What?

"It will do."

My blood ran cold. I turned slowly as demons fled the room.

Seraph Saharael returned my stare. "Fornicating with a demon. Lying--again. You should have told me the truth, Lyriel. You could be banished for this, your wings clipped."

His presence seemed to tower above me, filling the room, though his wings were drawn close against his back as though to avoid sullying them.

I lowered my eyes. "Seraph--please forgive me. He--I didn't want his... attention. I tried to resist, truly. Please, seraph."

He stepped closer, a chill mist creeping over my feet. "Show me how you resisted."

I didn't move. "Seraph?"

His hand shot out and wrapped around my throat. "Resist. That's an order."

Resist... a seraph? I slowly lifted my hand to his arm, tentatively touching him. No one touched a seraph. I tensed, expecting his power to strike me down for the offense.

He simply squeezed. "Is this how you resisted? Not a single protest, not even a feeble attempt to escape?" He walked me backward by my throat, then threw me onto a pile of cushions. My wings flared as I barely caught myself.

Bewildered, I pleaded, "I'm sorry, seraph. I-I tried. He is stronger, and he caught me unawares. Seraph--"

He pushed me onto my back, my wings twinging in protest, his firm hand cold on my shoulder. "Did you enjoy it? Did you feel pleasure from a demon defiling your body?"

I shook my head but couldn't speak. I didn't want to lie again, but neither could I admit the truth. Either would only earn me further punishment.

"Saharael. Not this one," Asmodai muttered.

The seraph glanced to the side. "You don't command me, demon. Leave, or be silent."

Asmodai glared. Chains slithered from the walls and wrapped around his arms. A red aura rippled over his figure. Saharael turned away dismissively.

While I watched the demon wide-eyed, the seraph knelt and shoved my dress to my hips. My head snapped back and my legs kicked instinctively. I froze again as I made contact with his leg. I kicked a seraph.

Saharael gave me a cold smile. "That's more like it. Fight me, little one. Prove to me that you didn't desire him. That you feel no desire now." His hand caressed my thigh, chilling my skin and freezing my spine. He couldn't intend to--my mind refused to contemplate it.

"Seraph! What--! I don't understand!" I pushed at his arms while he forced my legs apart, his unyielding strength gripping my thighs as he moved between them. My panic grew when he unraveled his robes and revealed his swollen member.

He couldn't. He wouldn't. He only meant to frighten me. Why was he exposing himself to me?

And that terrible heat between my legs, the slow burn of a sinful yearning licking through my veins--a remainder of the demon's power. It had to be.

He shredded my undergarments, then stroked himself, his cock barely inches away from my exposed, dripping entrance. No doubt he could see my guilt plainly. He pressed a finger inside me. Further. Buried, as if to prove to himself my lost virginity. I winced. He sneered. "Did he finish inside you, Lyriel? Have you been tainted with a demon's seed?"

"No! Seraph, I swear!" At least with this, I could be honest.

"Good."

I could only stare, petrified and disbelieving as he lined his engorged shaft with my entrance. Everything was wrong. A seraph would never--

His hips pumped. His cock impaled me completely with one, hard thrust.

My world shattered.

I screamed. He groaned.

Cold, brutal, painful. But still, my body reacted to him. He hardly allowed me a chance to adjust, his cock driving forcefully in and out of my sore, spasming inner muscles. I kicked and fought, my light flaring briefly before his power overwhelmed mine. He laughed.

He snatched my flailing arms and pinned me down, his golden eyes molten as his stiff cock plunged into me over and over, the smile on his beautiful face lit with cruelty and delight. "Yes, fight, girl. Fight harder, or I might just break you."

My spine arched for him even as tears trailed down my face. Pleasure mixed with the pain in my abused flesh, his harsh fucking gathering speed and ferocity. I cried out in pain, bucking my hips in an attempt to throw him off me, thrashing my legs into the cushions. My efforts were useless.

Cold. He felt like burning ice inside me, tearing me apart. Was this what I deserved for enjoying the demon's touch? Shouldn't that have been just as horrible--or worse?

I turned my head, catching Asmodai watching me from his throne, wings tightly folded, fists gripping his chains. His red-limned eyes held mine like he was the one fucking me. For a moment, I wanted it to be him. At least a demon made more sense.

Saharael lowered his head as his breathing deepened, his pounding rhythm suddenly frenzied, his cock barely pulling out before ramming back in again.

"Shall I breed you, girl? Does the thought of carrying my babe excite you?"

I stared up, uncomprehending. Angels didn't...

He grinned. "Yes, it's possible. I could make it a certainty. You'd be banished, of course. Made mortal, the child blamed on a dalliance with a mortal man. Such a shame."

Terror tightened my throat. The seraph was mad. It was the only possibility.

He laughed softly at my expression, then groaned as his cock punched into my body, swelling in my unwilling flesh. I struggled frantically.

"No, seraph! Please! Please, I beg you! Please don't! I'll do anything!" Tears streamed from my eyes.

His hands tightened on my wrists. He licked at the wet trails on my face. I felt his cock jump. Heat splashed in my belly, burning all the hotter for how cold he felt. I wailed. He was releasing inside me, filling me with his illicit, virile seed, thoroughly coating my fertile womb as his cock jerked again and again.

My spine arched, my hips lifted, my mouth opened in a terrible cry of pain--or was it pleasure?--as my body accepted every last thrust. When he finally stopped moving inside me, I quivered beneath him, defeated and afraid.

He leaned into my ear, murmuring in that obscenely melodious voice, "I'll leave it to nature, my dear. Perhaps this will be your only punishment."

I shuddered as he slipped out of me, fluid pouring from my used tunnel. My legs curled, one of my wings folding like a blanket over my shaking body.

Saharael shimmered gold, his appearance restoring itself to the perfect, unruffled image of a seraph. He glanced at the forgotten demon.

"Asmodai. You may have her."

The demon was still as he contemplated me, his eyes focused on mine. "No. I'm not interested in your leavings."

Saharael paused as though surprised. "Since when?" He shrugged and turned back to me, tossing words like an afterthought. "You will not speak of this, of course. You condemn yourself with the clear evidence of your lost virtue." Icy wind cut at me. He disappeared.

I closed my eyes. He hadn't banished me yet. Perhaps I should be grateful.

He had used my body. I didn't know what to think. A punishment. Was that all it was? I shouldn't have enjoyed it, then. Had I?

"Quite the bastard, isn't he?" The demon's lazy voice broke through my confused thoughts. He was lounging lazily again, wings hanging casually over his chair.

I slowly sat up, wincing at my tortured insides, and glared at him. "This is your fault. You helped him," I spat. I refused to consider how the seraph had offered me to Asmodai.

He chuckled. "I didn't force you or that hypocrite from heaven, darling. But you don't have to go back if you don't want to."

Of course, I had to return home. Only fallen angels stayed in Hell. "Leave me alone, demon. You've had enough. Let me go."

That angry glow flared briefly again, then he sauntered over. He held my eyes as he pushed me back into the cushions, and I let him, my wings falling like discarded blankets. Even when he nudged my legs apart and lowered himself between them, I still didn't bother to struggle. The unthinkable had already happened. There was nothing left to fight.

He tilted my chin to capture my eyes. "Saharael likes pain these days. All I want is your pleasure. Is that so terrible?" His hands caressed my thighs, his tail curling around my calves, warmth seeping into my flesh.

I shivered. He'd broken my resistance once; I had no doubt he could do so even easier this time. Was it worse to desire a demon... or a seraph? I shouldn't desire either, or at all.

The demon didn't give me a choice. His fingers crept closer to my mound, leaving a trail of heat on my skin. Saharael had been so cold. The warmth alone was seducing me.

His fingertips grazed my wet folds. My hips twitched. I watched his movements with far too much yearning and only faint alarm. He stroked my tender flesh, lightly massaging my sore entrance.

I closed my eyes. His heat was soothing, his touch gentle. My muscles relaxed. The shudder that went through me wasn't from fear or disgust, but relief.

I should hate him. The demon had no dominion over me. If I demanded he stop, if I screamed and fought, I sensed he would allow me to leave. Yes... This creature would not pin me to the ground and rut me, not today.

The knowledge disquieted me.

When Asmodai leaned over me, heat radiating from his body, I still didn't protest. I opened my eyes as he gently guided his cock to my opening, slowly impaling my body, his wings spread wide so that he encompassed my vision.

The heat of his cock seared my insides, a rushing wave of burning, intense warmth crashing into every nerve ending in my body. But as he said, he caused me no pain. It was a soothing heat, quickly becoming something more. I wanted to prefer the pain.

"Leave me alone, demon," I finally whispered, my muscles tensing as I tried to resist rubbing against him, knowing my too-soft plea would be ignored.

As expected, he began to move inside me. Gently. Slowly. Beautiful agony, coaxing away the remnants of pain. I gasped helplessly.

He smiled. "You can lie, darling, to yourself, even to a seraph, but not to me. Not this. I can feel your desire. Do you intend to lie again?" I shuddered and didn't respond. He lowered his chest to mine, his head to my neck. "Good, darling. Just feel me. Nothing more. Just feel."

I felt the skin and muscles of his body over mine.

I felt the warm leather of wings spread over my feathers, sparks cascading in my spine with every slight movement.

I felt his breath in my ear, his tongue on my neck, his lips on my cheek, his hand caressing my shoulder, his pelvis rolling my clit, his shaft gliding in and out of my slick tunnel.

His breath on my lips prompted them to part, to play with his stroking tongue, to moan when he sighed. "Darling, oh, you are exquisite. Move with me, my sweet, can you do that? Yes, yes, good, just like that. Oh, yes."

My hips thrust at his encouragement, but his eager sounds summoned a hint of alarm. "Don't--"

"Shh, I know, I know." His lips silenced my complaints. Cold metal slipped around my wrists, gently tugging them above my head. More chains found my ankles, keeping my already spread legs apart. The confinement felt oddly comforting, like they gave me permission to enjoy this since I no longer had any control.

I whimpered and moaned, my pleasure muffled by his mouth. I was glad for the chains that prevented my limbs from wrapping around him and humiliating myself further. Every stroke was terrible and wonderful, gentle and forceful, driving me inexorably higher and higher.

Why did this demon bring me so much pleasure?

He was kind in comparison. Considerate. It was easy to fall into his dark eyes and wonderful ministrations. It was easy to desire his cock sliding in and out, my body straining and begging for more.

Had the seraph done me a favor, with violence and pain? So that I would not want him, at least.

But I had.

My body tensed.

"Let go," Asmodai murmured. "Feel, don't think, and come for me, darling. Yes. Oh..."

I gasped. Mindless bliss washed over me, waves of intense heat as my inner muscles grasped his shaft. He groaned, his thrusting slower as the height of my pleasure faded.