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Thread: The Fallen

Tallow side-stepped smoothly, allowing her momentum and the lack of vision imposed by her wing to carry her straight into the door of his flat, bursting through to go sprawilong on the other side. Walking after the dazed angel, he pinned her arms by her sides, stradeled her chest, and put his dagger to her throat. Playtime is over, my little seraph, you move again and I will kill you He licked a drop of blood from the side of his mouth, then, without waiting for a reply, jabbed his fingertips into a preassure point at the base of her neck, paralyzing her and sending her drifting into unconsciousness. Looking down at her motionless form, he wondered to himself What are we going to do with you now? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rashnu awakes tied face down on his bed. Her arms are bound above her by a length of velvet ocrd, tied tightly around her wrists and then to the bead-frame. Her face is turned sideways to look at the wall, and she relaises she has no clothing on her upper body, except a silver pendant which is not hers, in the shape of an Evil Eye. She can feel that it dulls her magical powers, and she has lost all her strength. A hot pain is gradually receding, and she looks roudn to see Tallow dripping hot wax onto the patch between her shoulder blades. Realising she is awake, he finishes up, and stands up. I have used the wax to create a ward, whilst it remains in place your wings will be unable to function. Neat little trick, picked it up off a fellow Fallen back in Babylon,long time ago. And that pendant you wear, got that off a Romanian traveler a hundered years ago, Paris I believe it was. You think they havent tried to kill me before? Countless times.... he drifts off into a muse, wandering off to the side and picking up her spear. Ah yes, celestial silver, haven't seen one of these in a while? They must be really desperate to kill me this time, something must be up. He examines it for a few more seconds, testing its weight and balance. Finaly, he puts it down. Well, now that we can be civilised without you trying to kill me, lets talk. What is your name?
Thread: The Fallen

At first it seemed like a bad dream, but she was awake. Her body did not want to move, her hands wiggling some when she felt the soft cloth around them. The burning felling on her back was what woke her up. Feeling his weight on her as he held her down to place the seal on her back to keep her wings bound. Listening to him with out a word. Watching him move from her to her spear. Trying to call it to her, but it was nothing but a whisper in her mind. It would seem to anyone that these winged beauties did not have free will anymore. Just doing as they were told, not questioning anything that was asked of them. Even if these meant death. Maybe that's why she came alone, just like so many others that came to kill him. Rashnu. Her answer was simple.
Thread: The Fallen

Rashnu... An interesting name. An old one... I suppose they didnt tell you my name? It is of no consequence, I doubt you would know it anyway. I am, perhaps, les famous than my other fallen bretheren. Ah yes, you will know of Lucifer Morningstar, Beelzebub, Azazeal, Morpheus perhaps? And of course they will have taught you of those who fouhgt us? Michael, obviously him, you idolize him, and Raphael, Ariel, Gabriel... Ah yes, Gabriel was the one. Whilst Lucifer and Michael went head-to-head on the battlefield, it was Gabriel adn I who fought nearby. We were both lessser beings than our brothers, less powerfull, scholars not warriors. But he cast me down as well, just after Lucifer had fallen. That was the point when I knew we had lost. I knew we had lost from the start, but even so I had hope.... But I forget myself. You are probably tiered of he musings of an old man. For I am an old man, far older than you, though I do not look it, do I? I have managed to preserve my youth more so than Lucifer. I never thouhgt my face would suit horns and cloven hoofs, do you? he smiles for a moment, then his face turns dark. But suffice t osay, that now I am here, on this blightted world, with you. You are of no furhter use to me, you know nothing of value. Either side in the war on heaven would pay for you, but I am beyond wealth now. I seek pleasure, and I believe that is something you may be bale to supply me with? Tell me, do they still make you take that vow of celibacy? I have long since forgotten mine, along with my magic and my wings
Thread: The Fallen

It was clear she was starting to get uneasy. Her body shifting here and there, even an angel feared death. No one really knew what happened to the souls of angels that died. Maybe reborn, maybe they just faded away unlike the souls of humans. Her arms fought against the cloth, but no use. Listening closely to his story and questions. Yes she was not old, not as old as the fallen she was sent to kill anyways. Even though she was old compared to humans, she was still nothing more the a child to her kind. A young warrior, but still one the archangels trusted to carry out this task. Which she seemed to be failing at. Yes they do.....every angel takes it.... It was clear she was thinking. Thinking about a way to free herself from this mess. If only she had tried a different way at the beginning.
Thread: The Fallen

I could kill you, but what would be the fun in that? No fun, no fun at all, so boring to kill, the novelty wears off fast. Instead.... instead I think i will force you to break your vows. That would be fun, wouldnt it, forcing you to fall like I did? Your choice, my little angel, Fallen or Dead? He smirks to himself, toying with his dagger as he eyes her lithe form, her short brown hair and her long legs, particularly the curve of her perfect little buttocks. How long has it been since i had proper sex? he wondered to himself. Not witha a human, that was just low pleasure, nothing. THe last tiem had been with another fallen, Raviel he seemed to recall her name was, one of Lucifers buch. Yes... yes htat was it. Hse tried to kill him afterwars. Shame that, he ahd always had a thing about blondes
Thread: The Fallen

Her answer was quick, I rather die. Most angels would rather die then loose there grace. Yet she had a feeling he would not honor her wishes. For the first time she felt her heart racing inside her chest. Hell she didn't want to die, but to her falling would be worse or was it? Her legs trying to pull, but it seemed they where also tied down. How sad it was to see an angel start to loose hope in a time like this. Nothing more then a caged bird with that pendent around her neck and her wings bound by the seal he had made on her back. I rather die. She would whisper again, but it was clear the second time around she was not sure of her answer.
Thread: The Fallen

Hmmm, you dont seem to sure to me. From personal experienc, I would recommend you follow me. What is the sense in an immortal life if we cannot enjoy all the earthly pleasures of it? I tell you what, whilst you decide why dont you suck me off? It would be perfectly within your vows, and I believe that once you have had a taste you will never want to stop. Let me put it another way, if you refuse to I will fuck you in the slit, take your virginity, and you have no chance. This way, you have some. But it is your call He smiled seductively, stood and shook his long hair to one side, reaching down to undo his belt and un-zip the jeans. From it, he withdrea his penis, a substantial 9 inches, fully erect, standing like a soldier at attention. Not hung like some, but substantia lnon the less. He looks deep into her eyes. MAke your chooice, but remember that there is liberation in pleasure he approcahes the bed and waits for her descision.
Thread: The Fallen

She turned her head, making her decision. Face still blushing from the sight of his dick, but her mouth would stay closed. She had told him her decision already. She would rather die, even if he would not have it. Hair falling into her face as she tried to face the other way. A pillow blocking her head from moving to far. Legs, still clothed by a over sized pair of blue jeans, seemed to close some. As if telling him no once again. Her eyes closed. It was clear that she was telling him to fuck off and go to hell even if the words never left her mouth. She would not brake her vow nor would she please this fallen.
Thread: The Fallen

Oh, well, that is a shame. And here I was, thinking that you might actually have free will. What a shame. Of course, I will still take what I want. If not in the front, go round the back, that strategy has saved my life several times moving onto the bed, he kneels between her legs, which are kept splayed, tied to each of the bedposts. He uses his dagger to cut her jeans, letting them fall to shreds aroudn her legs. He inspects the tatoos along the small of her back. With the tip of the dagger, he makes a small incision along her back, very shallow. He bends down, and sucks sthe blood which flows from within, just a little bit. Kneeling back, he licks his lips, admiring her perfect body, the curve of her figure. He slowly caresses her ass cheeks, from her spine to her legs, tracing his fingers lightly. Slowly, one hand quests down her crack, passing gently over her anus to her vagina. Feeling hte hymen still intact, he toys wit hth clit, just a little, enough to send spasms of pleasure through her body. you like it, dont you? Even if you will not admit it. it would be such a shame to take your virginity like this, I want you to want it too. There is only one way, you have to experience it without actually having sex. And I think I have a solution From a drawer, he withdraws a tube of lube, squeezing some onto his fingertips and gently massaging it into her crack, working one finger int oher tight little asshole. One last chance to say yes, otherwise this is going to hurt. It always hurts more up the ass
Thread: The Fallen

It seemed for the first time this angel was feeling real fear and pain or at less that's what she thought when she felt him cut away her paints. Run the knife over her tattoos, cutting into her flesh. Even as it was not deep the cut burned. A sick feeling forming in her as she felt his lips and tongue pass over the shallow incisions on her back. Wondering why he would even thing about tasteing her blood. The taste slightly sweet and warm....pure. She would not admit it. Weather it was from lack of free will or from her own self pride the girl herself did not even know. Her body enjoying the sense of being touched on her body, even more so when he played with her clit...her mind screaming at her body. Trying to command it to stop what it was feeling, but it was no use. Her arms tried to fight against what was holding her, as did her legs but to no avail. Body coming to a complete stop when she felt his finger push into her ass. A mix of pleasure and pain running up her body. Biting her lower lip to keep what ever sound that was about to leave her in.
Thread: The Fallen

Very well, you get it in the ass my dear, I will preseve your virginity for another day. Technicalities of course. Whilst it is much more painfull for you, I am told that the end is much more... liberating. I hope you find it that way And with that, he pushes hsi penis against her ass. There is resistance, then it goees in, sinking in up to the hilt. He is rather well endowed, a good nine inches, but nothing special. He sighs softly as it goes in, withdraws, then des it again, building to a rhythm, pumpin into her.
Thread: The Fallen

Her body seemed to tense up at once upon feeling his penis press against her tight ass hole. Trying her best to keep him from entering her, but of course she could not delay for ever. A jolt of pain over coming any pleasure her body might have felt at the moment. Even her biting down on her lower lip could not keep the angel from crying out in pain. Tears starting water her eyes as she felt him start to move in and out of one of her virgin holes in a steady rhythm. It seemed to take a few minute or at less that's what it seemed, slow words starting to be whispered from her lips in a tongue that he would know even it was never heard by human ears. Something he might not have heard in a long time. She seemed to be praying, begging, pleading for one of her brothers or sisters to free her from this. To help her. But her words would only reach his ears. No other angel came to help her, to slay him for what he was doing for her. No matter how hard she prayed for it, she was alone now with this fallen.
Thread: The Fallen

Your bretheren are not coming to help you, little angel. You are all alone, they abandoned you to me. The only person here is me, the only person you cna plead to is me. So beg, little angel, beg me to make the pain stop He begisn to pump harder, still slow, still as far in as possible, feeling her virgin hole stretchign to accomodat his cock
Thread: Iron Secrets (me and TheDuchess)

Today was a important day for the lowly knight that was dismounting his horse in front of the blacksmith's shop. This was his first assignment as a Knight, and from the sound of it, it was important. His lord's son needed a new set of armor made for him, and there were several Blacksmiths that had a order made, looking for the best quality smithing. Needless to say, he was hopeful that he was sent to the right place instead of the others. It would be a boost to him for when he became more well known, even getting his own fiefdom. He slowly walked into the place, seeing the Blacksmith hard at work. At first glance, he confused the person for a male, but after calling them over and getting a better glance, he saw it was a female, and he was instantly shamed mentally. It was a honor to be given the job, and angering the person that was to do the work would not help him at all. Indeed, it may cost him his head if he butchered a order from the King. He was known to be a little temperamental. Excuse me. He said, pulling out a scroll of parchment that had everything written on it in terms of size for the prince. I am Armand, a knight sent by the King. The King is looking for a suit of armor for his son, these are the sizes for him. He tapped the scroll of parchment, almost impatiently with his haste for the order. His majesty would like it to be done promptly, and can pay anything for it. But he needs to know when and how much immediately.
Thread: Iron Secrets (me and TheDuchess)

The day was hot and she was sweating like a pig at christmas, she had been busy at work filling orders and taking them as they came her way and she tried to look like a serious blacksmith red hair pulled up to not show the length or fullness of it, and she had done well to smooth out the large curls that were usually there, she had slight tanned skin and hid away her body, she wasn't to tall standing at a good 56 but by the look of her arm told that she was sculpted and strong possibly intimidating for any man to possibly approach, beneath the black soot that was on her face laied a beautiful woman with light green eyes that shone when she looked up towards the light. She approached him wiping her hands and looked down over the order taking it from him and reading it over quickly before handing it back to him i can do it, but would have to delay my other orders in the mean time, if its for the prince then i would gladly do it for him for..... she thought about the numbers off the top of her head, she wasn't going to take advantage of the fact that he was a prince and had large amounts of wealth to his name, she was going to give him the same price as all the others for this type of order possibly around 6 gold and 3 silver, since its a rush order i have to charge a fee of 2 gold, and i can have it done by tomorrow afternoon she said and watched him rubbing the back of her neck.
Thread: Iron Secrets (me and TheDuchess)

Armand was struck rather speechless by her proclamation. T-t-tomorrow? Holy hell, that was fast, even for some of the best or shoddiest blacksmiths of the area. Either she was very talented... or completely crap at her work. Either way, he hoped that she knew what she was doing. Then tomorrow I will return with the payment, and I hope that the prince and King is happy with the speed. He bowed, leaving the request with her as he left. He had no need for it, the prince had no need for it, and certainly the King didn't have a need for it. He jumped onto his horse outside and rid off towards the castle, to get her payment and to rest for the night. ------- It may have been a annoyance to be out that way twice in two days, but he had to work with it it was his way of work, his job, and his head if he didn't do it. The King was getting grouchy in his old age. So it was another hour's ride - though in his haste it took half that time - and this time his horse had 8 bags of gold and 2 of silver. His horse strained somewhat the way there, but it was happily neighing as he took the bags off. God, the Prince was expensive. He carried the bags as far as the doorway of the Smithy before putting them down, going forward. I'm here for the Princes armor. He said, in a rather strong voice, strained from having to carry the weight of the gold and silver she wanted.
Thread: Iron Secrets (me and TheDuchess)

She was very lucky that she had metal on hand that was ready to be customized, she had it sitting up and was polishing it when he came in, she was tired and very edgy at the moment, she turned back and went wide eyed at all the gold she dropped her cloth and came around looking at the bag before getting an angry look on her face, she bent down and too 8 pieces of gold and the two silver and placed it on the counter take it back i dont want the king's charity! she yelled and left the bags alone and started to wrap the armor up carefully, it was good quality armor she had an order canceled on her a while back that had alot of the prince's same measurements so she just had to finish and adjust a few things to make it fit like a glove. and since you have to tote the gold back, i will close up today and deliver the armor myself if thats a problem? she asked eyeing him, she was truly tired and wasn't up for this trip but it had to be done and she might as well do it, she started to close up and went around back and started to saddle up her own horse and load the armor up onto it.
Thread: Iron Secrets (me and TheDuchess)

Armand scoffed as he heard her, telling him to take back the King's 'charity.' Didn't she ask for 8 gold and 2 silver? Damn women being stubborn and not clear about what they wanted... He heard her words, that she would take the armor up to the Castle herself. Fine by him, stupid women being stubborn and not accepting what was given to them... He went back outside, hauling two bags at a time to the horse, hearing it argue it but not doing much else about it. At least animals knew when to show that they didn't like something without yelling. At least they listened. It took maybe ten minutes before the bags were latched on right, and then he led her to the castle. It was a hours ride to make sure she didn't get lost. Not because he cared for her safety at this point, but for his own head if he didn't come back with the armor. It was a long ride in his mind, but they were finally in the stables of the castle, putting the two animals in pens and Armand taking the bags of gold and silver. He led her to the throne room, his arms screaming in the agony of carrying so much weight on them, that when they arrived, he nearly dropped them, the pieces splattering about. Instead, he lightly put them down, and led her forward to the King. Your Majesty, this is the Blacksmith that made the armor for the Prince. She... decided it was best if she came and gave it to him herself. That's quite alright. Said a voice from behind a nearby pillar. From it, out stepped a man looking the age of twenty, with his medium length hair pulled back, and his sharp blue eyes locked on the female form of the Blacksmith. He wore what normal knights wore under their armor little more than a pair of brown pants. His upper body was toned, muscular enough to show through the skin without it bulging so much that it was grotesque. Alexander stopped right in front of her, slowly taking the armor piece by piece, and soon he was flexing his arms, stretching and seeing how his range of movement was in it. Hmm... Not bad, strong, durable, more open range than moving with normal armor. He turned to the King, nodding. The King nodded back, turning to her. While I had doubted that you made such a thing, I do not doubt anymore. It is a splendid piece of equipment, and I think the Prince will find good use of it. We need more workers like you around here. Therefore, I request that you work here, in the Castle, under the employ of the royal family.
Thread: Iron Secrets (me and TheDuchess)

Even in her tired state she was polite which would probably shock the man that rode up with her, she looked at the prince before realizing her place and turned back to the king, she wasn't of royal blood line, and there fore wouldn't have a chance with the prince, not in her wildest dreams, and she knew that so she didn't gawk at the toned arms and handsome features she ignored them...or tried to get them out of her head Thank you very much, and in truth, i had an order cancel on me a couple days ago because the gentlemen... well is now 6 feet under now, and he just happened to be the same size as his majesty, so please do not think that i created it over night, and that is a fine offer, but... she thought about it for a good while before answering, she would have to leave her home and the shop that her uncle had left her, she had just acquired it and wasn't sure that selling it was the best thing to do, but to work under the royal family she wouldn't be afraid of being robbed in the middle of the night , and right now she was very tired so sleep now sounded good to her now that she thought about it, she remembered where she was and snapped out of the thought of sleep and a comfy bed i would be honored to serve under you she said and bowed her head and was careful not to close her eyes otherwise they would think she fell over dead, but in truth she would be sleeping like death itself.
Thread: Iron Secrets (me and TheDuchess)

The Prince Alexander couldn't help but smile a little playfully as he saw her get bashful under his gaze, and he stretched in the armor. It was slightly uncomfortable, but all armor was, and this was lighter, so he couldn't argue about it. He didn't mind that this use to be a dead man's armor, but the King slightly frowned at the information. Luckily, it was Alexander's word on how he liked it, and since he showed no disapproval, the King couldn't say a thing about it. Then Prince Alexander will show you to your room and Smithy. Alexander bowed, leading her through a door on the side of the hall, and going down a hallway. The castle is large, and easy to get lost in, so I would recommend calling for a maid or me if you need help. He was calm and somewhat cheerful, which was the opposite of the King at the moment. A flight of stairs downward, and he was opening up a door on the left side. The room was the Smithy, with two furnaces and two Anvils for her to do her work with forging the metals and beating them into shape. He didn't really stay at that room, heading down the hall a few more doors before opening another. This one was to her room. The rooms was rather large, the first room holding several wardrobes, a chest, and a Canopy bed, with beddings and drapes in a nearby open dresser. The adjoining rooms were a bathroom with a empty tub for when she was to wash, and a fireplace to warm up the water that could be gotten from the nearby spring. The other room was empty, but it could become whatever she needed.