Thread: k i s s i n g angels goodbye. [ dou x fate ]

How easy the precious angel falls. Cassiel sincerely hoped that Azrael proved to be made of sterner stuff than her little protege. The demoness toyed with the idea of putting the stronger angel through the same torment. Oh, the second the demon had the angel in her claws, she was going to feast upon her. Cassiel would wait no longer than she must before sucking upon her rival's nether juices. Just thinking of the delicious wet slithering down her throat practically made Cassiel moan. She ran an idyl hand down her own taut body, teasing her curves and her own sensitive regions. But no, not now, not yet. Cassiel could not give way to her base desire and tease herself to a roaring orgasm. She could, strictly speaking, but she shouldn't, not if she wanted the next part of her plan to go as perfectly as possible. The penis worked so much better with pent up sexual aggression. In fact, Cassiel allowed hers to show now, growing forth from her robes, rising like a pillar pulled by ancient slaves. The organ looked sinfully beautiful an alabaster rod reaching at least a foot in length. Its girth was such that Cassiel required both her hands to encompass it, though her fingers could lace partially around the edge. The domed head already trembled, bits of demonic seed leaking from the slit. It throbbed, and a careful observer could notice the trailing veins pumping more blood into the dark organ. Cassiel looked down at it, her own chest heaving with desire, desire for self pleasure. But no, she needed it to wait. The next being to touch this heaving organ would be the little creature bound in the dungeon. Cassiel moved through her palace, pushing her own lustful frustration outward, utilizing the energy. Her home must look perfect for when the new guest finally arrived. Cassiel walked the halls, adding tapestries, polishing the ebony floor, adding sculptures, usually of various being in erotic positions. She would eventually reach the room she used as a bedroom. Strictly speaking, a being such as Cassiel did not need sleep. It helped rejuvenate and restore powers, to be sure, but it was not necessary. Often those in the know joked that a demon with a bed used it for far more interesting things than sleep. Cassiel's own bed looked lush, with fine black and red sheets, accented by the occasional pillow. It was perfectly round, seeming to float above the floor. Overhead draperies could be pulled to create the illusion of another world, one covered in red and black. Other adornments on the ceiling spoke to distinctly less pleasant possibilities let it be known that the angels would not be the first beings chained in Cassiel's presence. The ceiling could also turn to a mirror, a function Cassiel fully intended to use during an angel's climax. The delicious thought of one of those pure creatures staring at her orgasming flesh sent another surge through Cassiel's already throbbing member. The demon stopped before her own wardrobe, pausing. She clutched a fist, gathering energies needed and spreading them out. A message, one sent straight to a target I am getting ready for you, dear Azrael. Soon you will be in my clutches. If you do not surrender yourself willingly, then your little pet will simply be the first of many angels whose blood I bathe in. My forces are posed over certain... delicate areas of your encampment. Check near the training grounds I'm sure you'll find some of my lesser servants in waiting. So a few lesser demons were about to be smote painfully by the high angel. They knew that they might die for the cause. Cassiel smiled and turned to go. She felt her wings slide for a moment, a ripple of evil taking control and tainting even the black feathers. It felt delicious. Yet she needed to waste at least a few hours. Then, poor Samaire would find an unmoving, unsexed servant ready to escort the tormented angel to Cassiel's throne. There the demon would await, her cock proud and erect, to see what happened to an angel left to such exquisite torments.