She had felt it. She knew he was near.
Dylena had known immediately when the dark beast had crossed over from his realm to that of the mortals. Something had disturbed her, for just a second, but it lingered in the back of her mind and she could not think of anything else.
She was afraid, deathly afraid. Sure, she had been trained. Sure, she had been thought how to avoid the lure of the demons, how to defend herself against them. But she had never faced one. A real one. Plus, she was just a small angel, only standing five feet tall. That was also the reason she was stationed here, in a corner of the Kingdom where only a few small, unassuming towns and villages stood. There was nothing of value here.
Maybe that was exactly why he had come here, she pondered. Take out the weak first. She was pacing around her bedroom upstairs in the church. She had to leave. Go back and report this. But what would the townspeople think if their church leader suddenly disappeared? Wasn't she put here to protect the mortals? Would the demon go on a rampage trying to find her?
With every thought the pit in her stomach grew even deeper, until suddenly it stirred. She stopped dead in her tracks, eyes wide. He was here.
The door burst open as he kicked it in. He walked inside, a demon black as the night, eyes glowing red with anger. As he looked upon her, he smiled.
She stood nailed to the ground, paralyzed with shock and fear. As he neared her, walking slowly, she regained her composure, remembering her training. She threw off the robes she was wearing, revealing her angelic armor, shining white as the sun. Her skin started to glow as she released her power. Somehow, her face looked exactly the same, yet even more beautiful than before. She waved her hand in the air and conjured a blade, which she held with two hands in front of her. Her hands shook uncontrollably.
The demon had stopped moving. He had not expected her to do anything but stand paralyzed. He knew how weak she was. The sight of the angel, baring all her powers, turned him on immensely. His cock stood at full attention. He had planned on simply striking her down before she could show her true form. But maybe he would have a little fun with her after all.
Dylena watched in amazement as the demon's cock rose up. She could not deny that it aroused her. She felt a desire to be taken by him, to be defiled by hellspawn. But she remembered what she was taught, and suppressed the feelings. She focused on his eyes. His eyes showed his true intentions, everything which was against her nature as an angel. She managed to put thoughts of his dick out of her mind. However, the fear of his strength resurfaced and flooded back into her mind.
Then he jumped for her. With amazing speed he came towards her. She struck her blade at him. The blade connected with his fist, but the blade was launched out of her hands into the corner of the room. In an instant it was over. He towered over her, smiling. He picked her up effortlessly, holding her up by her arms. She dangled in the air, terrified, screaming and thrashing her legs. But she could not offer any form of resistance.
Her heart filled with dread. She was sure she was about to suffer a fate worse than death, to be defiled by a creature of the night. But something in the back of her mind could not shake the way she felt when she watched his cock grow, how it had attracted her, how it had felt so wrong yet so arousing.
His hands started to glow and she felt all of her power leave her body. He was draining her, taking what was hers for himself, and she was hopeless to stop it. Her glow disappeared, as did her strange beauty. That disappointed him, but it did not matter. He would take her.
He dropped her to her knees, and grabbed her long blonde hair with one hand. He pulled on it roughly, and she squirmed. His free hand guided his cock to her mouth. She kept it firmly closed, but he was patient. He rubbed his tip on her lips, spreading small amounts of precum on her.
She wanted nothing more than to die, than to be away from this foul creature, who had been abandoned by the light she so revered. But she could not fight. She thought again of the desire she had felt earlier, the primal attraction to his dark form. The feeling returned to her, a little stronger this time, and she felt a quiver in her pussy. She told herself she did not want this, but deep down she knew she did.
By now her lips were wet with his fluid, and she tasted him. The desire she felt only increased, and her pussy moistened. She opened her lips a little, to let more of the taste in. The lure of the beast was strong, and she was slowly succumbing to it. He pushed his dick against her mouth again and she opened.
Immediately he shoved his dick inside, holding her head with both hands. Roughly he forced his cock down her throat, fucking her face with abandon. Her eyes started to water, and her throat was sore, but something about it aroused her even more. Something about being defiled by that which was against her entire nature, by that which she had been told was wrong her entire life.