Astride the writhing archangel, Moloch's cock seemed to move on its own, inching along the smooth chest, ruffling the male's garments and leaving a trial of moisture as it moved. Behind him, the massive tail slid between the angel's legs and under the tail of the thing he wore. Under him, the archangel screamed again and I had an idea as to why. Moloch was still chanting, his head raised to the thundering heavens.
Behind me, sturdy hands slid onto my hips and I smelled the familiar maple and cinnamon smell of Abaddon. Perfect lips slid along my neck as delicate fingers lifted my hard cock and traced the veins along the shaft. I knew his amber eyes were closed as he kissed me, bit gently and hefted my balls in his other hand to roll them in his palm.
"I know you remember last time." He growled, biting into me, his cock snaking up into the cleft of my bare ass. "I would be inside you by now if this weren't such an important rite for you. I would have you bent double over the Ancient Altar, my cock entrenched inside you, stirring your insides to a passionate paste, causing your princely potions to drown you. I would have your ankles in my hands as I...fucked...you."
I burned in his words. I ached for his cock to enter me as he spoke.
"When you return to school in your Earthly guise, I will take you in my office, stretch your young form over my desk, a leg and wrist at each corner as I plow your hole deeply and mercilessly. You will beg for mercy. You will cry out my name until I fill your mouth with slick, warm...cum."
I couldn't say anything. There were no words that could describe my desire for him and what he promised me. My cock strained in his hand and begged for release as he began to slowly stroke me from pubic bush to oozing mushroom head.
"You will feed from my cock like a nursing child." Abaddon hissed in my ear, his long tongue sliding around my ear and into it. "You will swallow every drop of the offering I will give you. As I climax, I will be stroking you as I am now, wanting to feel your seed spill into my hand where I will feed you from."
The Destroyer's chest moved against my back, his smooth skin hot and slick. He was more than sweating, he was emitting a heat that turned the moisture in the air to clinging beads of condensation. Looking down, I saw the markings on him undulating in the low light around us. The meat that lay in my ass cleft throbbed against me and I almost began begging like a base whore to be used immediately.
The clinking of Moloch's bands of gold brought my eyes back to the spectacle there on the slab but my body was in the moments passing between Abaddon and myself. I watched Moloch's golden body undulate on top of the archangel, the demon's cock throbbing and spilling dark seed over the divine one's clothing and exposed skin.
"Remove the creature's garments!" I commanded over the din of the storm. I realized as the words left my mouth that this had been my first real commandment to my demonic court. "Do not harm him but I want him naked."
Paimon stepped back, his dark hair whipping in the unholy wind that now howled around us. The glittering symbols of his sheer clothing were blazing and a few of them, I recognized. They were runes from the Mayans and a few from ancient Egypt. Some were even in Greek and crude scrawling of the Romans. From under his garment, his rigid cock oozed and his balls swung back and forth with his movement. I wondered if he were going to be able to partake in this particular ritual in the same way that Moloch and the others or if he were simply here to record and preside. As his hand hefted his meat and stroked it, I smiled. Even if he were here only to preside, it would not stop him from taking his own kind of pleasure. He even licked his lips as he watched the action.
Silver rings swinging, ebony wings rustling, Sytri stepped forward and caught hold of the archangel's thin garment in both his hands. His sapphire eyes blazed as he tore the fabric, shredding it and discarding it quickly. As each sliver of the stuff touched the ground we stood on, it erupted into flame and burned away quickly. Sytri smiled at me, his leopard spots moving like small islands in a sea of his skin. I returned his smile, my eyes drifting toward his cock as he followed Paimon's lead and began stroking himself.
"Sweet prince," Abaddon whispered into my ear, his hands stroking me still. "Forceful when you need to be, like your mighty Father."
"Do you kneel before my father?" I asked, pushing back against him as I watched Vereno take hold of the archangel's ankles and use them to pry his legs apart farther than the claws of the slab allowed for.
"We all do." Was the hissed answer.
"Then I will enjoy you kneeling before me when we finish this affair." I said, arching my back toward him, enjoying the feeling of his cock along my ass trench.
"Perhaps I can do so before."
I felt the soft lips of the demon sliding along my back, down to my waist. Gentle fingers parted my ass and a warm breath blew onto my hole. I arched forward a bit to give him better access and was duly rewarded with a moist tongue slipping easily into me. Between my legs, I saw his muscled knees slide through. I smiled at this; he truly had meant to kneel. His tongue went deeper, his hands began to increase their movements along my shaft. Behind me, Abaddon began making guttural noises as his tongue slid farther and farther up into me. It was easily six inches and as he invaded my hole with it, I felt each one of them. His tongue was thick, wide and moving deeper into me as I felt my body grow warmer.
Beside where we were, Father stood with Agares. The second figure was nude now, his blue cloak discarded. His white beard swayed beneath him as he serviced my father's hearty prick. In his human guise as Aiden Hadley, he'd come to our house a good many times and now, as he swallowed my father's rigid cock, I wondered if they'd done this before. Father still held the coiled whip in his hand and I wondered who its recipient would be. Agares didn't seem the type to be whipped but I barely knew this particular side of him. As I watched, I admired the fervor with which he swallowed, licked, sucked and handled my father's dick. Large globs of spit oozed from his mouth, ran along his cheeks and matted Father's dark pubic bush. The demon didn't use his hands, but ministered to my father with only his mouth and tongue. It was truly inspiring to watch how he brought my father to the point of actually wavering on his feet as undoubtedly, wave after wave of pleasure washed over him.
Behind me, Abaddon moaned and I felt his tongue seem to tickle the roof of my mouth! It had wriggled so deep inside of me that I could swear it mingled with my own. The Destroyer's hands were working my cock to the very state Father's must be in. Unconsciously, I'd began to undulate my hips, fucking the tight sleeve of fingers Abaddon had made from his two hands. I was inching closer and closer to orgasm.
"Princely duty says no cumming," I heard and looking, saw Clawband. His Van Dyke was glistening and I knew he'd been partaking of his own sort of penis potion. "I'll bet Lord Abaddon has the prince's body positively humming!"
I smiled as the three-foot demon began stroking his own rod in time with what Abaddon was doing to my asshole. Uncanny, I thought, even as Abaddon's tongue began to fuck itself in and out of my hole, thick and engorged and almost cock-like. He moaned as he did this, his lips fastened around the ring of muscle. Reaching around, I held his head needlessly, but there was little else to do with my hands.
Roaring from his place atop the archangel, Moloch stood on the slab, his hands glowing like twin suns, lighting us all in their orange glow. Looking around the slab, I noticed Paimon was eagerly servicing Sytri's hooded cock, tonguing the foreskin and sucking the sweet nectar from it like a hummingbird might do with a honeysuckle plant. Vereno stood with his legs spread wide, his hands working his hard cock as he watched Moloch's virile demon body standing over the archangel. As the personification of demonic lust, Vereno's cock was a symbol to his station. It was thickly veined and pulsed with blood, engorging its head to a thick purple. Like a small fountain, it oozed thick, milky liquid that the demon used to lubricate himself.
"It is time," Father called, stepping away from the mouth at his crotch. "Come, my son, and take your rightful place." He said to me, going to the head of the slab where he rechecked the clawed bindings of the archangel's wrists.
I felt Abaddon's tongue withdraw and his hands release me. Rarely had I felt so empty. Moving away from the Destroyer and Clawband, who still stroked his impressive meat, I went to the slab, to stand with my father. He took me in his arms and kissed me, his tongue slipping easily into my mouth to move against my own. Father filled me with himself in a way I can't describe to mortal minds. As only a father can fill a son, he gave himself to me in that kiss. His hands held me firmly as if to keep me from moving but as the kiss infused me, it was to keep me on my feet, to keep the swirling in my head from bringing me to my knees.
"Take him." Father said to me when the kiss ended.
Turning, I watched Moloch jump to the side of the slab, his massive meat swaying madly in front of him. The archangel writhed, his wings beating in a futile effort to free himself of his bindings. His legs were still free and he had them bent as if to give himself leverage enough to free himself by pushing up off the slab. I walked around the thing, looking from Paimon to Sytri, to Vereno and Agares, to Clawband and Abaddon, both of whom had joined the others now. Finally, I regarded the demon Moloch and something wicked passed in that glance. Something familiar stirred in me as he smiled that hint of a smile. Like many of the others, I knew him in my human life. The Gift that Father had showed me told me this.
"Now, my son."
Father's voice called me back to where we were. I turned and faced him over the still-writhing archangel and Father smiled at me. Paimon moved close to him and began to work his right nipple with the thumb and forefinger of his hand. Sytri flanked Father's left side and his hand slid down the sweat-slick torso of my demonic father's rigidly muscular body, no doubt to take hold of the very instrument that had brought me life. >From the blissful mask that slid onto my father's face, I knew it had to be. To my right, Vereno moved closer to the slab and took hold of the archangel's flailing leg to hold it still. To my left, Abaddon took the other leg to do the same. I smiled at him, loving the controlled wildness in his eyes. Behind me, Moloch closed the gap in the demon circle. Somewhere, I knew Clawband was nuzzling one of their massive cocks and I envied the little fucker.
As Moloch had done, I straddled the archangel and looked down at him. There were no tears, but a determined look on his face as he met my curious gaze. I smiled at him, ran a hand along the side of his porcelain face. His mouth twisted cruelly.
"Demon!" He shouted and my smile widened.
"You say that as if it is something to be ashamed of." I said softly, touching his lips. "Perhaps when you feel me inside of you, you'll change your tone."
"Foul creature...God's wrath will be upon you for this!"
"You mean the same God who allowed you to be taken and brought here?" I asked, reaching down to take hold of his nipples in both hands, twisting them gently with thumb and forefinger. "The same God who, I'm sure, is sending legions to reclaim you?"
All around me, the demons laughed at this last remark.
"I'm sure he'll be visiting me with that wrath any moment now." I said, dipping and kissing the sweet face that spit cruel words at me. He resisted at first but stilled his lips. "This won't be so bad if you don't fight me." I said softly, noticing the rigidity in his face.
I eased down his body, releasing his nipples reluctantly. I took hold of his legs and they were released into my grip. The angel's muscles were strong and thick in my hands. Attempting again to escape, he thrashed in my hands and I held stronger to him. Behind me, I felt the heat of Moloch's body, my feet brushing him as I positioned myself. Over my shoulder, I looked to the bulky demon.
"Provide me with ample lubrication of his hole." I said with a smile.
This brought Moloch closer, his chest almost against my ass. Looking down, I watched his hand bring his cock to lie on the slab. Thick fingers slid along his shaft to his head where he squeezed copious amounts of cum onto his fingertips. The stuff stringed silver as he applied the goo to the seraph's pink, perfect asshole. The tender tissue glistened with the stuff and I smiled. Deeply, I wished that were my hole he prepped for pummeling but I put those thoughts aside for the moment at hand.
Positioning my cock at the readied hole, I took hold of the archangel's cock and began to stroke it. He resisted, bucking his hips and pulling at his wrist restraints. Still, I stroked him base to tip and back again. I was determined he would be pleasured in this endeavor. Unlike my demon counterparts, I decided upon a different course of action for this particular event. Looking at the creature's perfection, I decided to let myself enjoy this. Leaning forward, I slid my arm under his thrashing head and cupped it. Smiling again, I continued to stroke his flaccid cock.
"Why don't you enjoy this?" I asked softly. "You know it would go easier for you if you just relaxed and enjoyed this."
"NEVER!" He spat, still struggling.
"I could have you bound and simply fuck you stupid until you stopped struggling."
"You'll do as you will, regardless." He responded, quite correctly.
"But I'd like you to enjoy this." I argued, my voice still even and calm. "You've never had a cock up your angelic hole, have you?"
"I have never had my body defiled, no!"
"It isn't defiling if it feels good...and I can make it feel very good, indeed."
The angel stopped talking, his wings moving under him and to the sides of him, still attempting flight. Moving my face to his, I attempted to kiss him and he whipped his head to the side, avoiding my lips. I continued to stroke him with my other hand and moved to kiss him again. This time, when he whipped his head to the side, I caught it in my open palm and planted my lips on his. He attempted to shout but I had covered his mouth with my own and so I swallowed his muffled shout. Insisting on delicacy, I kept my lips pressed to his until he relaxed a bit. Continuing to stroke his cock, I moved my lips against his...gently teasing him with the tip of my tongue. It occurred to me to try something else...to talk to him the way Father talked to me earlier today.
"Relax." I said with my thoughts, sending them to him. "Let me show you this small affection." I added.
To my great astonishment, he did. His lips grew plump, not drawn and constricted. They almost blossomed under mine and I took his bottom lip between my teeth, gently. A small sound issued from him and I felt his cock jump in my hand, thickening a bit. Was it really happening this way, I asked myself as I continued to stroke him, sucking his lip into my mouth. Chewing gently for a moment, I released him and kissed him again. He resisted at first but as I persisted, he relented and actually opened his mouth to me...and my quick and agile tongue. Slipping like a serpent, my tongue slid against his own and another small sound came from him. Still more of his cock thickened in my grip as I continued to stroke him.
Kissing him deepened our connection.
"You kiss beautifully," I sent to him silently. "Welcome my tongue into your mouth." I suggested and he hesitantly complied. His cock jumped again in my hand and inwardly, I smiled. The kiss deepened and I began massaging his tongue with my own. Around us, the demons had begun making guttural noises and as I kissed the divine being, I opened my eyes and saw them all writhing upon one another like animals in rut. Continuing to massage the angel's tongue, I sucked at it and began working his member a bit harder in my hand, coaxing it to full hardness. He made a sound as his hips bucked up a bit and I intensified my grip on him. In my head, I heard my father's approving nod.
"This isn't so bad, is it?" I whispered to the archangel, nuzzling the side of his face with mine as the kiss ended. "Would it be so very bad to have me moving inside you?"
"It...is an abomination." He breathed back, his voice broken by sighs as my hand worked his cock. "You...and this entire lot...are abominations." He continued, his ragged voice like music to me.
"You are sheer perfection," I told him, finding his earlobe as I inhaled the pure smell of him. It was like mountain rain and fresh linen with a hint of mint. "Do I not make you feel wanted and appreciated?"
"Only for the physical pleasures you seek."
"But do you not enjoy those physical pleasures?" I asked, dragging the pad of my thumb over the helmet of his cock to coax his precum onto it. "Your body belies your protests."
"No..." He said, his voice dying in his throat.
"Yes," I whispered, taking his earlobe in my teeth and gently pulling it.
I moved my body onto his fully and pressed my engorged cock into his stomach, leaking my own pre-cum all over him as I moved against him. Releasing his dick, I allowed my own to settle in beside of his. As I moved my hips, I massaged his rod. The movements began to bring him to a higher erotic state and I attempted to talk with him inside of his mind as Father had done to me. I sent one word to him in gentle, easing tones..."Surrender."
My mouth moved onto his neck where I kissed and sucked at his skin. Skin that felt like calf skin, that smell of freshness, and the hardness of his muscled body beneath me, they all hardened my cock even more than it was and I began releasing a small river on his stomach. I rotated my hips to offer some variety to my movements and the archangel let another sound escape his throat. It was music! In my own mind, I repeated my request for his surrender, not knowing if I was succeeding or if I was simply sending without reception. Moving my hips with a bit more insistence, I sent again to him..."Surrender".
With a slow dawning, I felt his right leg slide along my hip, the heel of his foot, now bare, settle into the cleft of my left ass cheek and realized that I was getting through to him. I continued rotating my hips and grinding my cock alongside his own. Taking my mouth from him for a moment, I looked up at where Paimon stood, his hand sliding along his cock.
"Attend to his pits," I said to the demon and his hand left his stalk to obey me.
Paimon's eager mouth slid into the down-covered "V" of the archangel's left arm, the thick tongue that had been working over my father's hard chest slid into the hair there and began cleaning the angelic sweat away. Beneath me, the angel stiffened but said nothing.
Looking over my shoulder, I caught the eye of Moloch. "The male's hole...prepare him." I said firmly but without raising my voice.
"No..." The divine creature said, his breath pale.
Returning my mouth to the archangel's throat, I began kissing slightly, tasting the perspiration of his skin. "Yes," I whispered, feeling his heel dig into my ass a bit more. "Just let this happen." I said softly as I gently took his skin between my teeth and bit slightly. "We are not going to hurt you." I assured him, repeating my gentle biting.
"Ab...om..ination." He whispered back, arching against me.
I smiled and kissed the curve of his throat, up to his chin and slid my lips over his. Moving against him for a long series of lighter kisses, I finally slipped my tongue into his mouth again and was pleasantly surprised to be met with his own. I slid my hands along his sides and settled onto his nipples as I let his tongue move against mine. Pulling gently on his pink nubs, I rounded the tips with my thumb and he arched against my hands. Again, I Sent to him..."Surrender", the word simple and yet, demanding in the easiest way possible.
The heel in my backside dig a bit deeper. I felt Moloch's head behind me and knew he was lapping at the archangel's receptacle. Sparing a look over my shoulder, I saw the demon's thick fingers spread on the pale skin of the angel's inner thighs and a thicker tongue sliding, slobbering, over the paler pink of his asshole. My hand left his chest and stroked the angel's cock while my mouth curved into a pleased smile.
"Beautiful." I Sent to the winged male as I kissed at his jaw and earlobe. "You will enjoy what I will do to you so much more than what is now being done to you. This, I promise you." I continued, talking to him in his head.
I slid my body along his, my knees against his sides, my thighs gripping his body. He whimpered beneath me but my hand on his cock prevented him from crying for me to stop. Moloch's tongue continued to work at his hole and I smiled at my father, who watched every move I made. Abaddon move toward me from his post, his thickly sexual figure tensing deliciously as he moved. When he came to the head of the slab, his mouth split into a smile and he hefted his massive cock at me, squeezing its length for effect.
"Feed him your cock," I said, reaching up to take hold of the demon's neck. "Feed me your tongue." I said, kissing him and feeling my mouth fill instantly with his thick oral member.
When the long kiss ended, Abaddon leapt onto the slab, straddling the archangel and proceeded to coax his long cock into the helpless male's mouth. I watched in envy as the thing slid in and out of the wet mouth with a satiny ease, the sucking sounds hardening my cock all the more. I slid down the archangel's body and with my hand, moved Moloch's mouth from his hole. Between the copious cum Moloch had deposited earlier and the shining spit that now dripped from the angel's exposed asshole, I knew that my cock would find a sopping, steaming home. The large demon I'd displaced moved up onto the slab with me, his hands working my shoulders, massaging me.
"Princely passion, hardened rod!" Clawband sing-songed somewhere. "Slice through virtue, defile the herald of a fallen god!"
"Enough," I said to Abaddon, who removed his meat from the male's mouth but did not relinquish his place on the slab.
The head of my cock lay at the opening of the angelic hole. I stroked the face of the fallen and his eyes met mine for the first time in a while. I saw his lips were streaked with silver and I longed to lick it from them but thought better of it, wanting him to taste Abaddon's offering as I fucked him. Again, I pried his thoughts apart to plant my own.
"Just relax," I Sent to him, softly. "Just let me inside you."
"Satan's WHORE!" The archangel spat, remnant cum and spittle flying into my face.
"Actually, more like nephew." Abaddon purred, his hand fondling his member.
I smiled, pushing the tip of my cock into the angel. His struggling increased but the attending demons held him tightly, Agares moving to help. Paimon was nursing my Father's nipples, his teeth biting and gently gnawing at the flesh through the thick pelt of hair. Sytri was now kneeling and doing the same to my Father's hardened cock, the massive member moving regularly into and out of his mouth. My Sire licked his lips as I pushed myself into the divine thing. He bared his teeth to me as I pushed farther and as I buried my rock-solid staff into the yielding flesh of the restrained being, Father's head fell back and a howl of pleasure ripped through the air, overpowering the low rumble of thunder.
Sytri's head was held in a powerful grip as my Father's eyes found mine again. I hadn't moved my hips; I was still buried in the angel's ass and I knew that my Father was emptying himself in his minion's willing throat. My cock pulsed with this knowledge, a thrill coursing through my body.
"Use him, Son." Father Sent to me, his voice like warm honey in my mind.
I began to move my hips, slowly bringing myself out of him. Looking over my shoulder, my eyes met those of the demon who's hands now worked my lower back. Moloch's gaze met mine and his mouth loosed in a smile. My left hand reached behind me, curving over my own ass to pull my meaty buttock aside. He needed little encouragement other than this and soon, I felt the thick slab of his tongue sliding into my own quivering asshole.
"Vereno," I said, looking to my side. "Attend this thing." I said and the demon in question leapt to the side of the slab, his body warm and thick. "Agares, you do the same." I commanded and was joined on my other side by the courage-inducing hell spawn. "Not a drop of your seed is to be spilled until I say so – but have it at the ready." I further commanded as my hips began their rhythm into this male.
"I would rather you surrendered to me," I told the angel aloud, my hand on the side of his face and my other holding his prick. "It would have been so much more enjoyable for the both of us but you remain abstinent and stubbornly virginal. I intend to rectify that..." I told him as my fucking of him began. Above me, lighting tore through the clouds.
Abaddon's massive body moved forward, the cinnamon and maple scent of him wafting through the air. His hands massaged the pale flesh under me but his mouth took mine again. I felt his long tongue literally encircle my own, rubbing against me and sucking what I felt like was the very air in my lungs. Behind me, Moloch's clinking gold bands could be heard but only faintly as the slurping sounds of his tongue in my asshole were offered up for all to hear. To my side, Agares' hands had found my nipples and were working them for me. On my other side, Vereno's lustful mouth was working into my armpit, his tongue bathing the sweaty curve and sucking the perspiration from my dark hair there.
Abaddon's wild burgundy hair blew around us, the wind whipping it as it picked up. His sideburns lined his face in the flame light, giving it a dark strength that filled me completely as I opened my eyes around the kiss. His amber eyes met mine and they smiled at me as his lips moved against mine. Desire burned throughout my body as I was slow-fucking the angel beneath us both. I noticed the lithe figure of Paimon behind Abaddon, the former demon's hands rubbing over the thick muscles of the one who's tongue now invaded my mouth. I noticed the sheer fabric that Paimon had worn clung to his sweaty body and something in my head wanted to peel it from him with my teeth. This wanting made me increase my fuck-pace only slightly.
Another figure I knew appeared on the other side of Abaddon as his thick tongue was dragged from my mouth. from sight. The muscular, nude body, covered in leopard spots in constant motion reached for the Destroyer's nipple and I knew what this would do to the brute. Abaddon's amber eyes closed a bit as the nimble fingers worked his nubs to steel. I watched Sytri's ebony wings rustle in the wind and the silver rings at his own nipples worked in the same. Dark sapphires caught mine and Sytri's long tongue worked his lips in a smile toward me.
Beside me, a hand reached and found Vereno's lurid cock and my palm was almost instantly wet with his oozing pre-cum. I smiled at this. The Lustful Prince groaned laboriously as I stroked him from head to base and back, using his own cum to lube my actions. Looking down, I saw the ruby scepter throb, thick veins roping its length. I wanted to taste his offering as I collected a great quantity of it on my fingers. Instead, I offered it to the angelic hostage.
"VILE!" The male spat but I wouldn't hear of it.
I smeared the stuff on his lips, and pushed my fingers into his mouth. The Persian demon snorted beside me as the angel went from attempting to spit my fingers from him to sucking greedily at them, making loud smacking noises as I fed him all he wanted.
"Not so vile now, flyer." Vereno growled beside of me, moving toward me, his cock sliding up along my thigh, oozing his glorious cum along my skin.
Turning, I pressed my lips to the burgundy demon, feeling his hands take hold of me. He intensified the kiss as I pulled my fingers from the angel's mouth. Taking hold of the demon's cock, I worked him again, almost milking him as my tongue worked against his. Another deep moan sounded around my lips and Vereno's hands clutched even more eagerly at me. His tongue slid along mine and inside my mouth and I sucked on it. Through the remainder of the kiss, I found the angel's mouth and when the kiss had been broken, I turned to watch the winged captive sucking harder this time, straining toward my fingers.
"The Persian Prince's offering seems to ply our guest better than anything else." Agares mused, his fingers working the steely nubs of Paimon's chest.
In the clouded, storming setting that we were in, the light provided by the flames around us and the occasional flash of lightning cast us all into odd colorings. I didn't know whether it was this lack of light or the lust-craze I always found myself in when these demons surrounded me but as I looked to the angel's wings, they looked as if they had been covered in a fine dusting of ash or silt. Gone was the brilliant ivory they had been and in its place, a darker, almost dingy color now registered to me. Also, as they attempted to beat the air, wisps of the things floated into the air, as if they were falling out. I looked back down at the creature and even his hair seemed to be a bit darker. Was this my imagination, I wondered as I returned my hand to Vereno's leaking lance.
"You honor me with your attention," Vereno moaned. "But your touch torments me, as I want to fill your hand as I did your throat prior to this."
"Torment is nature to demonkind," Clawband sang and I looked for the little fucker. "Princely pawing is more than fine."
Glancing over the hairy form of Abaddon, I saw the little demon sitting on my Father's right shoulder, his weight impossibly balanced. The small thing's right leg was bent, his foot resting on my Father's massive chest. His other leg was dangling along my Father's left arm. This didn't seem to bother my Father but I did find it odd. What I found most odd was the way Clawband was voraciously stroking his cock while he sat perched like a parrot from hell. This didn't seem to phase Father in the slightest.
"Please..." The seraph whispered and my attention was instantly refocused.
Gazing into his eyes, I let my hands hook him under his arms, feeling the soft and damp down of his underarm hair on my fingers. I slid my hands under him and bent slightly as I rotated my hips, stirring his insides with my dick. My pelvic movements had still been gentle. Steady and deliberate, I had entered him but I hadn't put force behind them. I smiled at him as I moved just my hips inside him. Moloch's tongue worked deeper into my dark entrance and as I felt it flick butterfly-like against my prostrate, it was my turn to moan from deep inside of myself. I shuddered at the pleasure this gave me, alive with nerves and energy.
"If you only knew the pleasures we can give you." I said to the guardian as I pulled my cock back to the tight ring of his opening. "If you were to only let yourself experience the pinnacles of pleasure we could take you to."
"No..." He responded but the word was lost on me as Moloch's thick measure assaulted me from the inside.
"I believe," I panted as I regained where I was and my purpose here. "That you will reconsider becoming more giving."
"I do not care what you believe, monster!" He spat and I noticed the slightest of changes in his tone. "I will not give in to this...I will not!"
"You will not have to," I smiled wider as I held my hips still for the moment. "If you do not give willingly what I want from you, I will simply take it. Should I fail in this task, then my companions will each have their turn attempting to `persuade' you. Can you guess their choice of weaponry at persuasion?"
To emphasize my question, I began working my cock deep into him again.
There was shock and horror on his face. The demons in the small circle smiled salaciously and moved a step closer where they could. My cock throbbed inside of him again and I felt pre-cum slid gently into him, adding to the moisture inside of him. I started to regain my former pace and timing as I entered and exited his hole. Moloch's tongue was doing the same to me, fluttering against my prostrate and causing me to have to mentally suppress the scream of pure bliss that wanted to escape.
Bending my head, I kissed the male's nose, the slender bridge and the small divide between his eyes. Up onto his forehead, I dragged my lips and then toward the right, down over his eyelid and the curve of his cheek. I kissed along his parted lips and up onto his other cheek, his eyelid and forehead, coming back to the bridge of his nose before leaning back. Oddly, I took note of the way his body arched slightly as my lips left him. Looking down on him, I noticed a distinct dark streak running through his fine hair, darker than it was before.
An insane idea came to me as I leaned down and kissed his chin, his throat, the line of his jaw, his earlobe. All the while, I slid myself into him, from base to head, letting his hole take all of me each time. Soft sounds came from him now as I fucked him deeply, slow and long. My mouth continued along the plane of his shoulders and I continued to fuck him. This was the moment I chose to delve into his thoughts. I could see nothing but sensed something. Leaning up, I looked to Abaddon.
"Release him." I said and the demon flicked each of the clawed restraints holding the archangel to the slab.
His right hand slid up along my left arm, his fingers clutching at me. His heel dug into my ass and his body arched toward me. Desperate fingers dug into my side and the soft sounds from the pale creature became small whimperings. I increased the intensity of my cock diving, putting a bit of force behind my thrusts. I noticed the gray of his wings grow perceptively darker.
"Surrender." I Sent again to the male beneath me as my hips began to increase their message of taking him.
"Y..."
It was a sound. That was all. It was a sound but that was enough. I knew what I had to do as I increased my force in increments.
"Open yourself to me." I whispered as I covered his slick body with mine. "Just relax and let me inside you. Welcome me..."
"Ye..." He sounded again.
My hips swiveled and my cock throbbed inside of him. I Sent the same series of messages to him, kissing his cum-caked lips gently and feeding him the remnants that glistened at the corners with my tongue. He sucked at my tongue and bottom lip as I slid my cock back and forth into him. Moloch's mouth still worked at my asshole but his tongue had left my cavity. He tongued my free-hanging balls and the space where my cock joined my body with that of the archangel's. It was at the moment that I Sent this last repetition that Moloch's thick tongue slipped around my cock and thick spit slid into the angel's spread rectum.
"Surrender," I whispered as I nibbled the male's ear.
"Yes..." The archangel said, his voice light and wavering as if he were drunk. "Yes...I ...surrender." He whispered as his eyes locked on mine. "I...surrender."
TO BE CONTINUED!