A Sex Slave For The Angel
I draw a deep breath and knocked on the white large door. A guy who has the biker look, dressed in black leather, chokers and chains answered the door. "Yes?" His glowing emerald eyes bore into mine. "I… I- I am looking for Satan." I hid beneath my hood as I tried to mask my voice… not working. From under the hood, I could feel his arched eyebrow. "Come in." he stepped back, allowing me to get a better look at the place. I was amazed. Within such a short time, Satan's minions had already transformed the place into some kind of club. The walls, sofas, ceilings, everywhere are painted red and black, even the accessories are with the theme of red and black, on the walls hang terrifying pictures of tortured souls. I rubbed my arms underneath the robes as a sudden chill caught me. "Angel… why are you here?" I looked up.
There, on top of the stairs stood Satan, dressed in only black bathroom robes. His robes was loosely tied and revealed his broad chest and part of his perfectly toned upper body. I blushed, as I had never seen anyone this sexy in my whole life in heaven before… other than Josh, but that is a different matter altogether. His hair smoothly reached his waist. I hid my face under the hood once again. "I am here… to make a deal with you… Satan." There was a pause, then, "Come up here." I spread my wings as I am used to flying up the stairs instead of climbing. "My Lord…! She… she is an official!" I could hear Satan's smirk as he said "This makes it even more interesting."
I kept my wings back in and walked behind Satan. I could sense a few more devils around me under the hood. Then Satan made a turn and went into a room, guarded by two hooded devils. I hesitated.
"What more could you be afraid of? You are making a deal with me, Satan, you should know very well what to expect." I stepped into the room as the hooded devils shut the door behind me. I looked around. The room is richly furnished with rosewood, the best. There is a four-poster bed in the middle and the whole room had a royal touch to it. "Take off the hood angel, let me see who I am making a deal with." I removed the hood and looked up at Satan. He walked closer to me as he put his arms around my neck. I was about to take a step back when he used his arms to push my hair out of the robes. Slowly, his hand moved to my face and stroked my cheeks and asked, "What is your name, angel." He is no longer holding my face, but what held me were his eyes. "Ivory." I stared into his blood red eyes. "Ivory… such a beautiful being…" he whispered, barely audible as his held onto my face so gently, I thought I would melt. We remained like that for a while when all of a sudden.
He broke away from me and walked to the window, back facing me. "What do you seek?" feeling a little disappointed, I snapped back to reality. He. Is. Satan. What the hell (uh…) did I expect? "I seek a good life once I finish my trail in heaven." He turned back sharply and the gentle Satan that stunned me a few seconds ago vanished into thin air. "Hmph. Selfish angels. What good do you offer me in return?" he said, going all business-like. "Half of my power plus my wings." This should be more then enough for him, I mean, its A LOT, it is sufficient to wreck havoc in heaven. He laughed, not the friendly type, more like the mocking type. "What good would those do me? I AM the head of hell, Satan, I do not need those." He spat. I was taken aback. I haven't a plan B, what am I to do? He saw my helpless expression. His eyes softened for a fraction of a second and said; "How about this, I grant you your wish, and you…" he came towards me. Roughly, he pulled me into his strong arms and came inches to my face. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my own lips as he said, "become my sex partner."
As breath taking as he may be, I have my own pride! How dare he mock me! I tried my best and escaped from his grasp. "What do you take me for? I have my own pride you know!" I shouted at him angrily. He seemed to be shocked for a while and his expression changed to become stern again. "So what if you sleep with me? You are no longer virgin and have nothing more to lose anyways. Am I not correct?"
Before I know it, I slapped Satan with tears streaming down my face. How did he know? He was shocked and pissed off. He turned sharply to look at me. When he saw the tears, his expression softened again. "…Show me your wings again, angel." "Why?" I struggled to fight back my tears. "Then I can show you something." I obeyed. And to my horror, my feathers are slowly shedding; they are dropping… feather by feather. Angel's feathers only drop when they are on earth and used their powers, but they do not drop when they are in heaven. "Angels' feathers dropping in heaven shows that… you have suffered… someone forced you hasn't he?" Tears uncontrollably fell. As long as I have a good next life, I don't mind suffering now. That was the only motivation I had, the only reason why I could tolerate everything!
"I could help you, angel. In exchange… let me wash away those painful pasts and let me create a new future for you…" Why? Why did he have to say such things? Why is he so gentle? I sobbed. He came towards me as I buried my face into his chest and cried uncontrollably.