Thread: Angels and Demons (Dangerous Tendencies & Chanti)

Adella squatted in the suffocatingly hot attic, peering out the window warily. Three hours ago she had stripped off her jeans, and now wore only a sweat-soaked gray tank top that clung to her tight body and pale pink panties. Hiding in the attic with her was the daughter of the homeowners. Becca Lander was nineteen years old, as scantily clad as Adella, and looking a bit pale as she crouched in front of the tiny attic window beside Adella. Both girls watched as Beccas grunting father lay in the street outside, grunting and grounding his hips between his dead wifes bloody thighs, leisurely rooting around in the massive gaping wound that had once been a breast. Stop watching. Adellas voice was strained and weak. Becca didnt move. I cant stop. Her voice was a trembling whisper, heavy with restrained tears. The misery in that soft voice tugged at Adellas heart, and she turned from the window, reaching out to the girl and pulling her into her arms. Becca sobbed thickly, a shudder racing through her body. Shh. Adella whispered, trying to comfort the girl who had, without a doubt, saved her earlier this morning. Adella had been running ahead of three naked and mindless fever maddened men when the girl had called her to the house and slammed the door shut as soon as Adella had all but fallen in. The locked door had not held the men long, but it was long enough for the girls to scramble up to the attic and hide. Now they were trapped in the attic. But alive. Which was more than they could say for the four dead woman currently still being raped and eaten out there in the street. Adella crooned and rocked back and forth as Becca sobbed against her breast. She could feel the girls warm breath through her sweat-soaked shirt against her nipple. Her body responded instinctively, her nipples hardening. Adella gritted her teeth, ignoring the sudden throb of expectation in her loins. But then Beccas hand slid up the curve of her hip, resting beside her left breast, one thumb curved underneath. Adella stiffened, wondering if the girl was doing it on purpose or accidentally. That question was answered when Beccas thumb moved up, grazing the indention in the tank top where Adellas nipple thrust out eagerly. Her soft round face peered up into Adellas fae-like features. Please, distract me Her soft body surged upwards in Adellas arms, soft lips suddenly meeting Adellas lips. Adella hesitated only a moment before letting out a quiet, assenting little whimper. The girl was bi-sexual, Adella knew that instinctively. Angels could sense things about humans, often knew things that the humans themselves did not even know. But Becca was fully aware of her sexuality, and intent on using it to distract herself from the depraved scene outside. Hands tugged Adellas tank top up, baring a delectable firm set of breasts. Adella groaned as Beccas teeth closed around one nipple, tugging and suckling. Her hands went to Beccas hips, hooking into the other girls panties. Dark red eyes watched from the corner of the attic, hidden in the shadows. Eyes that watched as the girls stripped each other. Naked, sweating, undulating girl flesh, writhing against each other. Soft whimpers and sighs of pleasure. Slick gleaming cunt, legs splayed wide as one of the girls crouched between the naked thighs, pretty face thrust up into that sweet pussy. The shadows shifted towards the door of the attic. The slight stirring of fresh air swirling into the attic did not distract the girls. Becca lay with her head thrown back, brown hair swirled around her in a halo, strands clinging to her sweaty face as she let out a loud moan, her fingers clutching at Adellas sleek blond locks. Yeesss....oh fuck, yes. Lick my pussy, mphhh... Down below the three brutal insane men heard the sound and reacted instantly. They moved with a frightening silent speed, racing down the hallway to the attic stairs. At the top of the stairs they hesitated only a moment, staring into the darkened attic. Then they saw them, the naked females squirming on the hard wooden floor. A sacrifice to their lustful rage. The shadowed form of the red eyes waved a hand, magically sealing the mouths of the attackers as they leaped into the attic. It was Becca that first saw them. Her scream tore through the attic, bringing Adellas head jerking up. Her shriek joined Beccas as the naked men fell on them. Adella was torn away from her lover by her hair. Her squeal was delicious, and the shadowed figure let out a soft moan of pleasure as the angel was thrown to the floor, her legs forced apart. Becca was screaming, babbling with insanity as her attacker crawled between her legs, thrusting his engorged cock into her with a grunt of pleasure. The third man fell on Beccas breast, screaming in his throat as he tried to open his mouth to bite her breast. On a whim, the shadowed figure made another gesture. Hot blood spurted as teeth sank into Beccas breast. Beccas body convulsed as her nipple was bitten clean off, her scream one of pure agony a trapped animal. The man at her breast howled victoriously in response. Adella was three months into her exile, and had only had sex once. But uninspiring was far better than what she was about to go through. Her horrified eyes met those of the demon hidden in the attic, a shudder tearing through her body at the sick pleasure gleaming there like a smoldering ember. Then agony turned her vision black as the fat cock of her attacker slammed into her tight wet cunt. The demon smiled as the angel screamed. The attackers in the street swarmed the house in response to the cries. The demon allowed them to feast on the bleeding, thrashing, wailing Becca. But none were permitted to bite Adella. As Beccas father wallowed between his daughters blood-slicked thighs, Adella shrieked as she was torn of one cock and forced face down on the floor. This time the hard cruel cock of one of her attackers thrust into her ass. The attic nearly shattered from the screams of the two girls. Blood spattered the walls and pooled on the floor. The demon waited, enjoying the rape of the girls, idly stroking his own cock far larger than the human attackers. Thirteen inches, and as wide as a mans wrist. Only when Becca was a pale shadow of healthy girl of before, lying limply in a pool of her own blood did he move. A guttural magical word had the human attackers frozen. He pulled the one currently buried deep in the angelic princesss bleeding ass away, grinning at the squicking sound as the hard penis fell out, leaving Adellas ass gaping and leaking blood and semen. Come, angel slut. Your friend needs comforting Dark demonic fingers twisted in Adellas hair as he dragged the limp angel over to where Becca lay whimpering weakly. He shoved Adella into the blood soaking the floor between Beccas legs, grinding her tear-soaked face into the gaping, ruined hole of Beccas cunt. Lick it clean, angel bitch. Lick it clean. Give her pleasure while the cunt dies. Fuck you. Adella snarled bitterly, and the demon just laughed. Extending one finger, he touched Beccas forehead. No! Adellas cry was full of horror. No? You dont want me to take the little slut back home and turn her into a breed bitch? Then fucking LICK! Adellas heart throbbed with pity for Becca. But she would rather the girl die than be reduced to serving the lusts of demons and giving birth to their evil spawn. Adella ground her teeth in rage. But when the demon shifted threateningly, his finger settling on Beccas forehead, Adellas small pink tongue slid out of her lips, fluttering against Beccas bloody pussylips. The coppery taste of the girls fading life burned on her tongue. The demon moved again, shifting behind her. Adella screamed against Beccas pussy as the demon sank into her raped pussy with a grunt of pleasure. When I am done playing with you, you go to my master, little angel. No doubt he would love to meet the future Queen of Heaven. Adellas heart froze at the gleeful tone of the demons voice. He has plans for you, slut. And your bitch mother too. Plans for everyone. The times have changed. You bitches will serve us now, as it was always meant to be. Never! Adella spat out the denial. LICK, BITCH! The demon roared behind her, pushing down on her head, forcing her against Beccas cunt. Adella could hear the wheezing breath, knew Becca wouldnt last much longer. The poor girl. The demon used the angel brutally, grunting with each savage thrust. He was so caught up with his conquest he never saw the gleaming figure climbing up the stairs, glittering sword in her hands. Moonspun hair swung as she stepped into the attic, moving with a leap to the demon grunting behind Adella. Adella was lost in depression and hopelessness when the demon suddenly fell away from her. She heard the shriek of agony from the demon and whirled to see one of her mothers warriors standing there in silver chain mail, her sword slicing through the neck of the demon, sending it back to hell where it would spend ages recuperating. Released from the holding spell the demon had cast, the fever maddened men stirred to life, standing in confusion for a brief second. The warrioress slashed out with the sword and glass tinkled to the pavement below. Your mother summons you! Go! I will deal with these and the girl! Adellas naked body was flung from the second floor window without hesitation by the warrioress who then dispatched the gasping, choking Bella with a slash to the neck and a glance of cool pity. The men lunged. Adella ran, her bloody naked legs churning as she ran for shelter. Any shelter. Anywhere safe. Amrintha looked over the gathered host. Row after row of stunningly beautiful women. Virtual clones of each other, the warrioresss of heaven were like drone worker bees. Born to their duty. Born to defend the Queen and the Heir. Born to defend heaven and humanity. They stood rigid and fearless in the wind-swept icy Antarctic plain, thousands of angels in gleaming silver chainmail, silver sword strapped to their backs. Gusting bitterly freezing winds swept up their platinum blond hair as they waited for their orders. Host of Heaven! Lazarus has come out of hiding and attacked! However instead of attacking us directly, he has chosen the cowards way out and attacked the humans. The demonic plague is out of control, and has touched every corner of earth. Remember when you hunt the demons, that the humans are victims. They are not our enemy! Do them no harm, no matter what the cost. Our enemies are the demons and those we must hunt down and exterminate. One hundred of you will go with me to investigate claims of a city that has been unaffected by the plague. If that is true, it is likely where Lazarus hides. The rest of you spread out. Hunt the demons and exterminate them, send them back to the hell they came from in pieces! A roar of affirmation rose from the ranks of women, their swords lifting and stabbing into the air in homage to their Queen. Amrintha and her small angel band camped in a dead town several miles from the city where Amrintha believed Lazarus hid. The only remaining inhabitants of this town were the bewildered, fever maddened men. Amrintha's host quickly restrained the men in an empty church, barricading the doors shut. Amrintha could sense a large amount of demon activity in the direction of the city. Lazarus awaited her justice, but she was cautious. She sent five of her angels into town, seeking out information. Was Lazarus there? Did he have an army there? Were there humans there, and were they truly free of the demonic plague? Where was the center of the demonic activity? Adella found temporary safety in the empty shell of a police station. Fighting off shock, she showered in cold water. Using the rough soap she scrubbed herself over and over and over, trying to scrub away the shame of what had happened. Trying to scrub away the feel of those hands pawing at her breasts, the feel of those fat angry red cocks ramming into her body. She scrubbed away the dried semen sticking on her thighs, scrubbed away the dried blood flaking on her lips and cheeks. She remembered the taste of Beccas blood on her lips and gagged, falling to her knees in the shower. As the cold water beat down on her Adellas body heaved as she emptied the contents of her stomach down the drain. She cried then, squatting in that rain of cold water, sobbing and shivering as she fought off the memories. Finally, numb with exhaustion, she staggered on trembling legs to a cot that lay in an empty cell. She fell into it, falling almost immediately into a restless sleep filled with nightmares.