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

Oh, how delicious angels tasted. Cassiel hadn't been able to inflict the sin of lust upon many of them they so often proved just so delightfully resistant even to her charms. But each time she did, it just boiled her own lust within. Even this pathetic wretch, this last little test subject for Cassiel's larger game, even she was delightfully delicious upon Cassiel's lips and tongue. The demon didn't simply kiss, she savored, she feasted upon that innocent flesh. Cassiel felt the lust rising within poor Samaire, felt it growing. The corruption of an angel should take time, days, even weeks. All Cassiel's information hinted toward that. But these first lustful bits, teasing out the delight in the quaking form of an innocent being, they were the sweetest. Cassiel pulled away from her prey, pulled but took the tongue. Cassiel suckled upon Samaire's tongue, encircling the muscle with her lips and gently pulling it, letting the sensation run throughout the angel. The demon swirled her own tongue, then lightly nibbled at Samaire's lips, eventually leaving them swollen. The demoness stared into the angel's troubled gaze, reading the thoughts, the emotions, the sensations on display there. Most angels weren't even allowed to consider thoughts of the flesh. They were considered above it all, their bodies not even made for such endeavors. But the demons had long ago learned that the angels had that flaw. Their bodies still retained sexes, even if those sexes could be so delightfully fluid. And those sexes bore the right traits. An angel, properly aroused, would feel the sensations, but they would be new. And therein lay the problem too many sensations, and the angel's corruption took hold, her light dimming until she became a fallen. Too little, and you could not fulfill the prophecy. Cassiel wanted, needed to find that line, and poor Samaire was going to be her subject. This would not be a gentle push, a light seduction, no, Cassiel needed to learn the line and she needed it sooner rather than later. She moved forward, pressing her body against the angel's. The demon fought back her own corruption, however, not letting her darkness seep into the angel's light. She needed a starting point, an initial measurement. How long did it take an innocent being of light to reach sexual bliss with minimal corruption? What was the minimum? The questions resounded in Cassiel's brain even as she undulated against her captive. She pressed back, wanting to force Samaire to feel her. The demon's pale skin dragged along the angel's flesh. Cassiel purposefully shoved herself, letting the angel feel the raw sexuality without any of the darkness. Her hands lowered, cupping the angel's breasts through the disheveled robe. Delicate demonic fingers played with the orbs, teasing and pulling, squeezing and testing. So small, these angel's. Not ready for what was needed. Can you feel it, Azrael? Can you feel the lust bubbling up in your precious little toy? whispered Cassiel, knowing full well that the higher angel could at least sense something. Her hand threaded through Samaire's hair, pulling the angel's head back, bearing the neck. The demon's lips sought the tender flesh there, nibbling kissing and suckling, drawing the flesh into the hot mouth. Cassiel lips contorted against Samaire's flesh. Her teeth just barely scraped the surface at first, while her lips formed a seal. A suck, just enough to draw flesh inside, and then teeth graced, dragging along before releasing. The demon worked her way up to an ear. Teeth again grazed flesh, this time nibbling at the lobe before she whispered Enjoy the feeling now, it was hard to say whether she spoke to Samaire or Azrael. With a wave, Cassiel drew her powers, drawing darkness around the castle. The shroud she wove would not last forever, would likely not last more than days against the might of Azrael, possibly less. But it would last long enough. Even as Cassiel worked her dark powers, she began again feasting on her angelic treat, working her way down to the breasts, wanting to taste every inch of the pure being while light blazed so brilliantly within.