Thread: On Dragon Wings

Black wings, dusted in purple spread wide as she soared above the battlefield. She was an Angel of Death, a walker of souls. She took those passed on, to get their Judgment. So that they might go on and go to their version of Paradise, or Damnation. She scanned the battle field, banking her wings a little and spiraling down. She landed, kicking up the settled dust from the battle that had ended hours ago. She crouched low and started to use her senses of the spirits around her. Fourteen, she had to walk over. Not a bad estimate, but they where on opposite sides of the battle field with their allegiances. Getting them to agree for her to walk them over long enough, would be a pain in the ass. The female straightened, her wings snapping out and then slowly retreating into her body. She had a slight frame, as did all of the Death Angels. They weren't supposed to look imposing, since they also walked the spirits of children over. She crouched down, drawing the spirit from the mans broken body. He materialized, and she moved to the next body. She gathered her fourteen targets, and then spun on them. These men had been stuck in limbo, and they had already started to fight again. ENOUGH! She screamed, wings snapping out causing a whirlwind of black feathers to rise around her. She didn't look imposing before, with her frame of Five Five and rather plain features. But when her wings snapped out, and her anger flared, causing an aura of black and purple to rise around her, she was a frightening sight. She glared at the men, golden eyes hardening to a rather harsh coloration. All of you, will stop fighting. It's time... She stated. The men all blanched, turning paler then their spirit selves should have. She raised her hands high, and her glaive appeared in her hand. She opened the barrier between worlds, and then ushered the Spirits through. Once they where through, she went to step through the portal. That's when the arms wrapped around her waist, and yanked her back against a hard body. Her glaive was dropped, and vanished. She felt the press of hot lips on the top of her ear. A forked tongue snaking out and running over the top of her ear. A chill of goosebumps breaking out over her skin. Shit, this isn't good... I would think not, little angel. The dragon in man form whispered into her ear. He had heard her thoughts, wasn't that hard with how close she was. A chuckle was rent from his lips as he pressed his hand upon her stomach, sliding it down a little. It always amazed him, the oddities of clothing that the different species wore. The angel in his arms, was clad in a simple gown, belted at the waist. The top was tied behind her head, and held in place with a firm silver collar. Engraved with the markings of what she was, set with a large teardrop Black Diamond. Ohhh, Diamond... and black at that. There was only ONE female Death Angel that had that rank. If I haven't caught Angelischiel, I'll be damned.... He whispered in her ear. She tasted sweet, an Virgin amongst the angels. Not uncommon, but for one of her rank... It meant that the rumors where not true. She hadn't fucked her way to the top, no instead she had earned every rank she got by the sweat of her brow. He slowly skimmed his hands up her struggling form. Little Angel, what are you doing here... Ah... Don't worry I know that answer. But you won't be returning, you see you are mine now... He whispered into her ear. Back stepping as black wings snapped open. Her own where trapped against his body. He whispered a few soft words in her ear, the spell snapping the female into an artificial slumber. It would last long enough for him to get her back to his residence. He had so many things on his mind, and one of them was the delectable piece of female flesh in his arms. She was a gorgeous piece, to say in the least. Though others may see her as plain, he saw parts of her that others wouldn't. Her frame was lean, and well muscled. Not bulky, but a slim musculature much like a ballerinas. Her back was more muscled then other parts of her, but that was to be expected because of her wings. She was light as a feather in his arms, probably hollow boned. Delicate little thing, he would have to be careful in their play. Oh no, he wasn't going to rape her. He never raped, only teased the ladies until they begged for what he had to give. A chuckle flew from his lips then, a grin playing across his features. She had pretty gold eyes, he had seen them flare with anger while he scanned the battle scene. Her hair was the color of soot, an unusual color for an angel. Black, with a tint of silverish gray. It was allowed to fall free as she walked, hitting at just about her knees. He would have fun stroking it and pulling it back as he rode her from behind. Ohhh the things he would do to her, this little angel. He looked at her sleeping form, now cradled in his arms. She was slightly tanned, but not so much that she was dark skinned. She had a sort of cream, gold, and peach combination to her skin tone. There across her nose was a sprinkling of freckles, he wondered if she had freckles in other places. That thought made him chuckle as he continued his flight. Finally he had arrived at his home, tucking his wings into his body he set her down on the bed that was set up within the caverns of his cave. It was a plush bed, but it also had lots of fun toys attached to it. For now, it would be wise to tie her down. Otherwise she might cause problems for him, he so hated to have to hunt down his mates... It was an annoying process, that only served to further his arousal. And arousal that he couldn't fix until he had them writhing and begging him to fill them. Oh, he would make her cry his name over and over again. She would scream it to the heights of Paradise, and to the depths of Damnation. When he was done with her, none other would satisfy her.