Seated comfortably on the terrace of an angelic hall, Sierra touched and played with a few of the soft, fluffy feathers near the top of her wings. Each feather felt like the most luscious Egyptian silk gently sliding through her fingers. She paid attention to her feathers, as they were an important part of her, and each was a delicate embodiment of her feelings and emotions. She yearned for that special person who would focus all his attention on her, just as she was doing now with her feathers. She wondered if he could exist in this modern, cruel and fast-paced world. Every other angel flew past her in fleeting moments that bored her. What Sierra ached for was attention like none other she received before. She wondered if it even existed, and prayed she was not naΓ―ve to hope for it.
Just then, hellfire magic suddenly burned in a great circle beside her, erupting bright blue-tinted luminous flames, which would singe any being that moved too close to it in its path. Sierra recoiled backwards instinctively away from the flames. However, her curiosity got the better of her in this rare occasion. No one had ever dared to enter her sacred terrace before. She dispersed the flames in one fell graceful sweep of her arm, which revealed a scorched message in cursive on the ground.
A little bird whispered to me what you wished for. Meet me at 8 o'clock with no regrets.
Sierra read the message carefully but her soul teemed with a raving excitement. As she reached out her hand and revealed the signature of its source, she faintly murmured his name.
"Lucifer."
It had been too long had she felt unheard in her quiet solitude. However, if she were to fall as Lucifer had fallen, and discover the intentions of this deviant by descending to the location he embedded in his message, what would be left of her then? So many questions lay unanswered, like how he got his information or how he broke through the holy barriers protecting her terrace. Yet none of those mattered for the desires in Sierra's heart burned rampantly.
She took two steps off the cloud which supported her terrace, folded her wings, and closed her eyes as gravity pulled her down. Through the sky she fell, then past the earth's crust, but she fell securely and unharmed because of the protection spell laced in his invitation.
Sierra remained awake in a dream-like state, but she considered just lying there as her captor approached her. Lucifer was a brazen and well-built demon, with his long hair tied back tonight for a special purpose.
"So you came."
Lucifer knelt by Sierra's side and carried her like a princess before throwing her roughly on a bed fit for the heavens. He encroached on her space and bit into her neck. His teeth were cutting just mildly into her flesh to leave the least possible amount of blood flowing out at the surface, like tiny streaks of red. His astute accuracy caused her just enough pain for her pleasure, and just enough to mark the nape of her neck beautifully as rightfully his. Moreover, what he did would not hurt her, as these tiny needle-like scratches were his devilish speciality.
He lifted the hem of her toga (angels live in commando) and traced his fingers towards her pussy, already dripping wet in anticipation. As he outlined the area around it, he tapped her pussy twice before inserting three of his long chunky fingers inside. While he slid his fingers in and out, pleasuring her and preparing her for what was to come.
"You want more. I know you do."
His words echoed in the chambers they were in, but they also resonated with her unfulfilled needs. Sierra's body was begging for more. She lowered her head and opened her big eyes to look at Lucifer, as she gasped for air and softly begged, "P-Please."
Right then, Lucifer's fingers drummed into her at a greater force in pleasurable torture. She squealed at its force, flinching as she thought of everything he might do to her tonight. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and brought her face close enough to smell his breath. He looked her in the eyes as he commanded, "Louder."
"P-Please, Master Lucifer."