The caravan slumbered in the hot desert night. The crewmen surrendered their night of drinks and dice and retired to bedrolls beside the carts. Only D'nel remained awake. He was always awake. The damned, like himself, were forbidden the comfort of dreams. He hated being on mortal soil with the worthless flesh-bearers who dually worshiped and feared his kind. His work demanded this attention here. He brought the newly anointed Underworld-Lord his tithe.
D'nel deserved recognition for this effort, a seat at the Dark one's council, or perhaps as delegate to the upper echelon. Instead he found himself relegated to the outskirts, wrapped in menial tasks with few rewards. He hoped his offering would encourage the new Lord to view him in a more favorable light.
He made his way through the silent camp to check on the cargo. Already he was thinking about the rare jewel, finding its cage at a distance where he'd tucked between pens of exotic beasts and chests of riches. It surprised him to find a man there, leaning in against the small enclosure. The man had a meaty fist braced against the top bars, head tossed back to look skyward. Or so D'nel thought until he heard the low, human groan. His blood heated at what he witnessed.
Within the cage he could see his prize. His captive.
The drunk human had unlocked the cage door , one hand reached within, grasping the prisoner's white-gold hair. His pants were rumpled down his thighs in drunken haste and from his vantage point, he could see the pink lips stretched around the man's straining prick.
There she was, crumpled on the bottom of the cage, dirty from the capture and bruised along her once perfect, pearly-peach flesh. Magic bound her, script in blood coiled across her belly and iron bands held her limbs. One of her feathery wings lay pinned under her body while the other was half thrust through the cage. The broken shafts of primary feathers looked like muddy bundles of shattered reeds were they tangled in the bars of her prison.
The drunken man used the glossy hair he held in his fist as a handhold to move her. He shoved her up and down onto the cock, letting it split her lush lips and plunge down her throat. With every pump the momentum sent her little body jerking to the limits of the enclosure. The vigorous movement bounced her full breasts sharply. Despite the degradation and humiliation, her big nipples were hard pink pearls on the bouncing tits.
For a moment D'nel couldn't quite believe what he saw. Here was his gift for the Lord of Demons being sullied by human hands. She had not even passed through The Gates and thusfar remained as pure as her sisters prior to D'nel sampling their sweetness. He tested them, for quality of course, to be sure the pretty one would be worthy.
His cock swelled at memory of their silken flesh. Their piercing cries sang in his ears as he pressed his teeth into their flesh and then his cock split thee bliss of pristine, angel-pussy. They tasted like honey and sunshine and his tongue still felt swollen from the hours he spent feasting between those lean, thighs. Face buried and grinding into the heat, he had lapped up their plush cunt from ass to clit, suckling all their flavors. Watching their responses as he peeled open their slippery lips with his long, dark fingers was an intoxicant! Steadily, he pressed in, exposing the throbbing little clit. Better to bite and hear them squeal and buck in fear and pain and—pleasure—those bites created. The real reward was making them feel shameful pleasure as he fucked them and made them fall from grace.
The memory of his debauchery and pleasure of the twin conquests did not soften his rage. He had not spent all this time in this wretched land to have his plans spoiled by this nameless mortal partaking of that perfection. If he wanted to send his Lord a soiled treasure, he would have taken this one himself. D'nel took a hulking step forward, the sound of his footsteps masked by the creaking of the cage as the fool used the angel-captive within.
Before he could lift his clawed fist out to deal the killing blow, the angel's brilliant blue gaze pierced his own. Her lips stretched and jaw forced wide around her unworthy assailant. D'nel felt his cock jerk upward with savage desire. In the instant their eyes met, the mortal screamed out in pain and his body wrenched back, away from the cage. He tried to break free as his agony tore from his throat, but his cock was caught in the teeth rather than soft lips he so recently plundered. The fool lifted a hand to smack at the angel's face but D'nel was already there. With a roar, he slashed the mortal down.
