AOD

The wind blasting into the charred ruins of the room whipped his long hair around his body. The gold strands caressed well sculpted pectorals, not overly large, and his abs looked as if carved by an artist's loving hand, well defined and rock hard.

The bright red wings snapped open, and with a quick fluttering motion, brought him above her. Hands clasped between his legs, he looked undecided as to what to do first.

His arms rippled with ropey muscles and he had the most beautiful thighs she'd ever seen on a man. She'd dreamt of touching those thighs, stroking her fingers and tongue over them, making him tremble in anticipation.

He flew in closer, settling his knees to either side of her face.

Words were unnecessary. The intent clear. She should have been terrified, repulsed, yet her body trembled with impatient anticipation

What am I doing? Luciel, snap out of it. Keep your head on straight or all will be lost.

Even as the thought flitted through her mind, she found herself opening her mouth with the eagerness of a starving prostitute.

Davariel . She moaned around the mouthful of male flesh.

She devoured him in adoration, making him shudder. The magnificent fallen angel undulated his breathtaking torso like a snake over her. She'd never seen a man move with such fluid sensuality. Davariel was as graceful as he was beautiful. Wisps of pale gold streamed down his body to his hips, tickling her cheeks a bit as he moved. He groaned with pleasure, his hands gripping the metal headboard.

His eyes blazed into hers, his hand coming down and caressing her cheek with a tenderness that moved her. Something inside her melted, softened, and bloomed.

He, on the other hand, looked shattered, devastated, as if he hadn't expected so much ecstasy.

He closed his eyes with a whimper, then shook his head. " No-n o-no. I can't. I mustn't feel this."

His hand rubbed over his heart, as if it ached, then he closed it into a tight fist, punching the wall behind the metal headboard. With an angry snarl, he clenched his teeth, showing gleaming sharp fangs.

His eyes closed and he took a deep breath.

He began to utter words in another language, the angelic tongue of the Dominatio. She understood him perfectly and shivered in fear at his words. "I am the dark prince, the light of mourning. Cursed is he who walks in light, for I shall bring about eternal darkness. Blood and despair are my gifts to those of this realm. I give back what was given to me...a dark loveless life."

He suddenly pulled free from her mouth and slipped down to plunge into her. She screamed in distress at the cleaving pain.

"Aw—does it hurt, Master Guardian? Does it really hurt?" He screamed the last words in a fit of rage.

She willed her trembling body to relax, accept the punishing thrusts. The pain of his possession melted away to a dark pleasure that had her spreading her thighs wider and meeting his driving strokes. Molten desire threatened to consume her with every slap of his hips against her pelvis. He rocked against her with a force that made her pert breasts bounce. With his wings fanning behind him, she was able to wrap her legs around his trim waist. Her sharp cries of discomfort smoothed out to low moans of gratification as she tugged the ties holding her wrists above her head. She longed to touch him, stroke that silky flesh and tangle her fingers in his blond mane.

"Oh, yes," she moaned in ecstasy. "Please, Davariel. Untie me. Let me touch you too. I want...."

He kissed her-hard. Heaven help her. She wasn't supposed to enjoy this, but she was; enjoying every single delicious inch of it. She kissed him back with equal fervor, making him moan. Her legs tightened around him as she struggled to grind herself harder against his vigorous thrusts. The music of their coupling seemed to rise above the roar of the wind; the soft sighs, the moans. Again, he groaned in gratification, sliding his face into her neck, inhaling her sweet essence.

"You smell of...love," he sighed in bliss.

Davariel's head rose up enough to look into her eyes.

"Luciel, my...." he stopped and bit his lip. He looked tormented, agonized, then snapped upright with a soul-shattering scream that reverberated throughout the castle.

She cried, wanting to beg him to stop.

The absurdity of her thoughts struck her. She was supposed to kill him...like now. Why in hell's name was she obsessing about him clawing himself like a mad man?

The image of everything around her rippled like a reflection in a pool of water, shimmering away to nothingness, until once again, she found herself power bound to the altar in the cavern. She was still face down, surrounded by four snarling demons as Davariel blinked emotionless eyes at her. He was still crouched in the same position. Luciel stared in shock and terror at him.

"It was all in your mind, Luci. You're still a virgin," he continued in that soft, sweet, serene tone of his. "Your little plan of seduction at getting me to ruin you for the sacrifice didn't work. You will be the virginal sacrifice, sweet Luci." He stood with a frown, contemplating her sullenly. "Sleep my love."

And she knew no more.

Chapter Three

Luciel stirred, her sluggish mind foggy. The sneaky bastard had tranced her to sleep. Her body felt sore, reminding her of the epic battle she'd had with Davariel. He was as good as the legends touted, but he hadn't beaten her. Just stooped to underhanded method's to capture her. At least she was lying on a soft comfortable bed, though she had no idea where.

Lifting her head, she made out a small room, illuminated by the weak light filtering in through its single window. The walls looked as if they had once been white. Now they were a dingy cream color, unadorned except by the wooden moldings surrounding the door and window in the sparsely furnished room. The bed she laid upon was wide, with a frayed patchwork quilt and metal headboard, tarnished with age. Beneath the window was an old wooden trunk with a broken lock and on the wall to her left was a little stone fireplace, cold and unlit.

Wincing with stiff and sore muscles, she rose from the bed, noticing an antique, framed mirror in the corner at the foot of the bed. She was still naked, with nothing but her long black hair to cover her. The rigid wooden planks chilled the soles of her feet as she made her way to the dusty window.

There was a forest of tall blue pines, and a sparkling stream close to the cottage. Beyond that, she could see the sun peeping beneath a blanket of thick, dark clouds as it slipped behind snow-capped mountains. Soft mists danced like lonely ghosts along the ground, lending an aura of gloom. The tall trees swayed as the wind moaned and cried like a wounded animal. No other sound permeated the seemingly lifeless forest.

This was not Megdoluc. She'd seen visuals of the demon planet on her holographic image reproducer.

Where in Hades had the blond demon transported her to now?

A soft touch in her hair had her spinning back in alarm. Davariel stood behind her, his expression unreadable. Again, he was naked, adorned with nothing more than his tucked wings, loose hair that reached to his ass, and monstrous erection pointed at her like a molecular vaporizing canon.

Geez. Does that thing ever go down?

She felt bewildered she hadn't sensed his approach. How the hell does he do that?

He reached out and took a strand of her hair, feeling its texture between his fingers. "Are you hungry?"

She clapped her hands over her mouth just as she was about to moan at the sound of his voice. Her lack of control was really beginning to annoy her. "I'd rather starve than accept anything from you," she shot back, slapping his hand away.

He cocked his head to the side, a gesture he did often. "Silly girl, before dying of starvation you'll be sacrificed."

"Why, Davariel? What will you get out of destroying the universe?"

He shrugged, letting his hungry eyes travel over her.

"What happened to your black wings," she demanded, trying to ignore the way her body tingled at his covetous perusal of her.

"I cut the damned things off. They gave me these." The red wings opened up a bit as he wiggled them with a satisfied smile.

"The black ones were more beautiful," she said, making him frown.

"The black ones marked me as a slave to what I was...a celibate holy warrior. I didn't want to be celibate." His voice dripped with distaste

"Beings were in awe of you."

"They're still in awe of me," he retorted, eyes narrowing, as he tipped his pert nose up.

"No. They're terrified of you."

"Then that's even better."

Taking her hand as if they were the best of friends, he pulled her toward the door. She yanked back her hand and crossed her arms over her bare breasts. "I'm not going anywhere with you." He gripped her arms, but she began to struggle until he manuevered behind her, holding her still. "Shhh. It's all right, my love," he chuckled softly, making her bones turn to jelly. His beautiful scent wrapped around her and just like that the fight went out of her.

He pulled her up against the solid wall of his chest, his erection resting against the swell of her ass. As he caressed her breasts, his lean hips moved, rubbing against her. Davariel kissed her neck, nipped and licked, making her shudder.

"I'm sorry I had to fight you." His voice was a dulcet caress against her ear.

He's sorry?

"You're only going to do worse later. Sacrifice, remember?" Good, Lord. Was that pathetic, pouty little feminine voice hers? And why couldn't she stop wiggling her upturned ass against him. She didn't care. He felt wonderful, smelled even better, like sea breeze, or fresh mountain air after rainfall, crisp, clean.

"I want to keep you...for myself. Maybe I can find another sacrifice," he murmured against her neck. "Your scent, Luci." He slid his nose along the side of her neck, giving her goose bumps. "It makes me feel strange emotions," he sighed as one arm came around her, holding her tightly against him. He continued to rub himself against her. His other hand came up to grasp a handful of her hair, rubbing his face against it like a cat. "So soft. It spills through my fingers like water. You're so cute and little and feisty. I think I like you." He sounded surprised.

"I think I like you too." She reached behind and grabbed his firm ass. Oh-yum. Luciel squeezed, marveling at the baby-soft skin over tight muscle; so perfect for swatting. She bit her lips.

His laugh was a warm whisper against her neck, full of delight, giving her chills. "Such an eager, untouched little virgin."

Untouched? She looked down at his hands cupping her pert breasts, hanging on for dear life. "I'm not so untouched." She tried to sound knowledgeable.

Once more, the amused chuckle tickled her ear. "Your hands don't count, my love."

For a moment she felt heat suffuse her face. Did he know? Could he know he was the star of all her wet dreams? She gave him a teasing smile over her shoulder. "So if you're going to keep me, then touch me. Take me, Davariel." She felt his cock leap against her ass and pushed back harder against him.

He tangled his long fingers in her mane, pulling her head to give him access to her mouth. His lips sealed over hers, tongue thrusting in to savor and lick her mouth like succulent fruit. Luciel felt the wetness of her growing lust slick the juncture of her thighs. The throbbing between her legs grew more insistent, making her whimper when his fingers pulled her head back to separate their lips. She panted, staring helplessly at his dewy lips, swollen from the rough kiss

"So eager to bathe my cock with the blood of your innocence. Why should I appease you? You've been a naughty girl," he said in a husky voice.

Had his fingers not been threaded through her hair and his other arm clamped around her waist, she would have fallen to her knees; her legs were shaking so bad. "Not," she protested with a pout. "How have I been naughty?"

Luciel arched her neck farther back, wanting so much to have him devouring her mouth again. One corner of his luscious mouth quirked up as his eyes lowered to her breasts. The hand gripping her waist slid up and cupped her one. Luciel gasped, twisting in his hold as he pinched the nipple, the jolt of pain zinging to her throbbing clit and making her hiss in pleasure.

"You wanted to run me through with your blade when I gave you the option of running you through with mine." He ground himself against her ass, letting her know which blade he meant. "And I even said pretty please." Davariel clicked his tongue and shook his head, lifting one golden brow.

Luciel had never had a man penetrate her, only a brief session of heavy petting with one of the fledgling Master Guardians at the academy. They'd both been in training, young and curious about sex. The boy had been reluctant to push his cock into her and she really didn't want to go all the way either, but now... the emptiness inside her demanded relief. She needed Dava's cock piercing her, splitting her open, possessing her. "But I'm sorry now," she whined, still squirming against him.

Her plumps lips were deep rose from his kisses, her nipples pebbled to tiny points. Luciel starred up at him, lashes swept low over lust darkened blue eyes. The scent of how wet she was made his mouth water and prick ache. If only... how he longed to fill her... her mouth, her pussy, her ass.

"Convince me," he murmured, fingers pinching her nipples to make her arch her breasts into his hands with a hungry little moan. "Tell me what you would have me do to you. Share your naughty thoughts about me, pretty girl."

Her face grew a delightful shade of pink that extended down to her breasts. Ah, virgins. Davariel grinned. How he loved despoiling them.

But I can't touch this one. Oh, fuck my life--he thought despondently.

Davariel watched the tip of her pink tongue dart out and moisten her plump lips, her breathing becoming a little more agitated as well as his. "I...I always dream about us..." she hesitated, her blush becoming more pronounced.

Davariel bit his lower lip to stifle a groan. He was sure those dreams had plenty to do with vigorous fucking and thought it cute she felt embarrassed to say so. "Elaborate," he drawled.

Luciel winced, her eyes going round as she worried the corner of her lower lip, her thighs shifting. No doubt, her cunt was twitching, eager for his cock. The thought made him ache more, press harder against the cleft of her upturned ass until his tortured flesh was clasped between her meaty globes. Would it count if he took her ass, or slid his shaft between her lips, her perky breasts?

"You always . . ." she interrupted his musings, took a shuddering breath and continued, "come to me, lick me till I just want to die of rapture and then you . . ." She closed her eyes and swallowed. Davariel held his breath, his heart pounding fiercely. "Fuck me...hard," she finally whispered. Davariel closed his eyes and swallowed back a moan as the image she whispered about burned itself in his mind. Her sweet thighs wrapped around his waist, his cock buried deep, plunging, filling, throbbing within her wet heat. "I always wake up when I come because I scream your name." She was torturing him, killing him with every word. His cock, nestled within the seam of her ass felt like its skin was about to burst from how swollen he felt. "My hand is always between my legs. I...I guess I masturbate in my sleep dreaming of you." He couldn't help the shudder that made him tremble. In response her body pressed tighter against his. "Dava, it aches," she whispered.

Something in his chest tightened. "Then soothe it, my love," he sighed. "Let me see you soothe the ache dreaming of me causes you."

He turned her and set her on the wooden trunk. Placing his hands on her knees, Davariel opened her legs. Her deep rose pussy glistened, wet and open like an exotic flower. So-so pretty. She was tiny there and the desire to shove his tongue deep inside and lap up her cream had him tearing his gaze away to her eyes lest he fall into temptation.

Luciel's cheeks could not have been pinker. He felt the tension in her legs, as if she wanted to slam them shut. Her eyes welled for a split second before her jet lashes lowered, shuttering her pale blue orbs. The shy virgin. He didn't want her timid. He wanted her wanton, sure of herself. "Look at me, Luci." He released his pheromones. He couldn't fuck her, but he'd revel in her pleasure.

She raised her eyes to his. Immediately, her pupils dilated more, until the black nearly obliterated the icy blue. Her nostrils flared, and a soft sigh escaped her lips. The tension in her legs abated, and she actually leaned back a little more, and widened them

Yes.

"Touch yourself," he hissed. "I want to see you pleasure yourself."

Another breathy whimper passed through her plump lips, as her fingers dipped into her wet slit. Her back arched, and her eyes closed to glittering slits. Her feet rose to tiptoes, and her hips undulated slowly as she rubbed her pussy for him.

Davariel bit his lower lip and growled, her musky scent filling his lungs. "Yes, my Luci. Imagine it's my hand that cherishes you."

Her free hand reached up and caressed one taut, round breast. She pinched and rolled a pert little nipple making herself hiss.

Davariel clenched his teeth and growled, "harder. Tweak them harder."

Luciel whimpered, but obeyed, pulling at her little teat until it grew cherry red. Davariel gripped his cock as he leaned forward, and licked her abused nipple and fingers. He squeezed his prick until the head grew purple, fearing he'd explode all over her. She began to tremble, her mewling cries causing more blood to surge into Dava's rigid cock. He backed off panting, covering the head of his cock with his free hand. He was so close. The agony of holding back his release made him want to scream. One drop of semen on her flesh, one drop of his tainted demon's seed would render her less potent for...

Sacrifice. I don't want to sacrifice her. I want her. Mine.

Dava scowled, feeling anger stir within him.

Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, the pants and whimpers of her approaching climax confusing themselves with sobs. She arched her sweet body, her head dropping back, thighs spread. Davariel's mouth watered as he watched her glistening fingers slide within her slit, her hips jerking in counterpoint. Beautiful. How he longed to bury his face there, shove his tongue deep into her virgin hole and claim her.

Closing his eyes for a moment, he sucked in a deep breath. Her scent was driving him wild. His cock bucked in agony.

Davariel growled deep in his throat, opening his eyes again to contemplate the beauty before him.

Mine. I want her to be mine. Does she love me? Is it possible she can love me?

Pale blue eyes peered at him through lash-laced slits. "Dava...D-Dava..." she sobbed, lower lip trembling.

"Yes, my love. Tell me," he begged, his heart about to pound out of his chest. "Tell me what my soul longs to hear." Tell me you love me.

Davariel's eyes glowed bright and blue, his lips and cheeks flushed rose as he stared earnestly into her eyes, expectantly. His blond locks streamed over his shoulders, ribbons of gold pouring over taut muscle and sinew, red wings held out and open behind his back. A creature of utter beauty that made her want to weep. Again, words stirred in her heart. She writhed, her panting turning into sobs. "I...I..." love him, but have to destroy him. Oh, God.

Her body convulsed before she betrayed herself. Wetness gushed onto her fingers and her back bowed with the force of her orgasm. She felt as if she couldn't inhale deep enough while her entire body clenched, and then shook in spasms. Her ragged cries of ecstasy reverberated through the tiny room, as the golden-haired fallen angel watched. Through her tears, she thought she saw a look of disappointment flash in his eyes, but when she blinked, it was gone. He watched her the way prey watches its kill before descending upon it.