Prompts: Angels and Demons/Lost and Found
Fallen
God ordered the gates shut; those still in heaven remained angels, those struck down became devils, and those caught in between became fairies.
That is the history, the origin of fairies.
Angels barred from Heaven, casualties of a battle between God and his favorite angels.
Banned but not damned.
Forever awaiting the day they return home, an event they called the Great Ascension.
Hinata didn't remember much about the day the Gates were closed.
Her mind had been young and undeveloped, the ensuing chaos too loud to filter out what had actually taken place. Everything she knew about that day was told to her by elders, endlessly regurgitated by their leader, the 'Father' of all fairy kind; Hiashi.
Seated behind their leader at another fairy gathering, Hinata tuned out today's sermon unconsciously, unable to focus on anything other than what had happened the other night.
She'd told a Fallen Angel about the Ascension.
She'd broken their most sacred law.
She felt guilty and shameful, fearful that someone would see the truth in her eyes…
…that Naruto-kun would use the information to disrupt ritual.
She didn't know what had come over her.
He'd been her secret lover for nearly a year, but it was the first time he'd ever asked her about the Ascension, she didn't even know he was aware until he'd questioned her.
Drunk on passion, naked beneath the moon's light, drenched in sweat and still spasming in the wake of the furious love session he'd subjected her to, she'd whispered every fairy secret into his pointed ear, her fingers stroking around and between the nubs on his back, those notches that branded him a former angel that'd had his wings clipped by the almighty Himself.
She prayed he wouldn't use the knowledge for some nefarious plan.
She knew her love wasn't like that, despite what Hiashi preached, Naruto-kun wasn't at all the horrible monster she was led to believe.
Not entirely…
He was a demon…
A true Fallen Angel.
She could sense that dark energy that swirled inside of him, but it didn't feel evil.
His emotions and thoughts weren't evil.
He wasn't at all like the grotesque creatures the elders claimed him to be. He was handsome, devastatingly so, with his tanned skin and hard, sculpted muscle packed form. His bright blue eyes were clear and more beautiful than the sky, his blond locks messy but soft, giving his chiseled foxy features a more wild appearance.
He was kind to her, always trying to bring a smile to her face, or coax a laugh from her lips.
Sure, he was exacting and a bit domineering, but she liked his roughness. She liked his possessive hands and greedy demand for her attention and affection.
She liked being beneath his thumb-
"In one week!"
She startled in her little wooden pew, wings fluttering as she startled.
She gazed down into the center stage of their meeting stadium, even more uneasy as milky depths seemed to peer directly at her.
"One week, and we shall be returned to Heaven!"
Heart pounding, Hinata dropped her gaze to her lap, staring at her thighs below.
Even that made her burn with guilt and desire.
Naruto-kun loved her clothing, and this piece was one of his favorites and not just because it was orange.
Sheer, elastic lace mesh curtained her belly down to her hips, hanging down from her babydoll style sheath that emphasized her wide hips and little waist. The spaghetti straps were slim. Her bralette silky, the bralette transparent except for the floral patterns obscuring her caramel colored nipples. Beneath the soft fabric, a matching pair of briefs.
It was a whimsical type of dressing, one every female fairy indulged, but to Naruto, it was temptation.
Seductive no matter her intent.
He'd made that clear from their first meeting.
"Prepare yourselves for the Ascension!"
She startled once more, and this time, she knew Hiashi was looking directly at her.
Did he know she was cavorting around with the enemy?
That she was in love with a demon?
NHNHNHNH
His hot tongue was a rough pad sliding between the soft valley her sparkling wings created, sinfully slow and deliberate, tasting her skin in delicious swirls she knew spelled out his name.
Her breath hitched, tingles following the wet path he dragged along her flesh.
He kissed her after the 'O', pressing his lips through his wet trail, sending goosebumps skating across her skin. Rough palms cupped her breasts, squeezing her pointed tips between his thumbs and forefingers, tugging them both with just the right amount of pressure.
She closed her eyes, pussy clenching, bliss blasting her senses.
She sank pearly whites into the plump flesh of her bottom lip, fingers gripping the sheets below as he pulled again…
Harder this time…
Ending his gentle torment with sweet rolls of his fingers.
"Oh," she moaned quietly, her shaky arms threatening to send her face first into the mattress.
His own enjoyment slipped over her skin, masculine satisfaction and gnawing carnal hunger overwhelming her empathic perception.
She read his desire as though reading words on a page.
He loved making her feel good.
He loved plying her body the way she did her harp, he relished plucking her strings and making her sing for him.
Big hands spanned her waist, raising her hips higher, a silent command for obedience.
Hinata drifted down to his fluffy pillows, positioning herself the way he liked her.
Head down…
Ass up…
A shiver coasted her spine, anticipation leaving her light headed as he traced her buttocks, his exploring fingers slipping down her crease, re-learning the pathway to her sweet spots. She fisted the sheets as he pulled her heavy cheeks apart and a rogue finger circled her rosebud. Her sluggish brain was suddenly on alert, mind running a mile a minute, wondering if he planned to pound her asshole again tonight.
A tiny fraction dreaded another back door fucking, the rest of her was screaming for an encore of that sinful ravaging of her rear hole.
She arched her bottom with butterflies in her belly, voicelessly begging him to destroy her all over again.
Hinata had never experienced something as all consuming as anal sex.
Pain melding pleasure in a never ending crash of waves, pummeling her from all sides with its terrible force, both sensations crashing into each other each time he spread her ass cheeks with the steel rod of his merciless cock, her ravaged brain trying so hard to tell them apart that she'd felt the bite of madness gnawing at her mind.
She'd wailed her voice hoarse, shaking so bad her cries of ecstasy morphed into high pitched trills.
He'd whispered in her ear as she screamed, his dark voice coaxing her to let go and give him her everything…
Telling her she didn't have to carry the heavy burden of responsibility…
She didn't have to be in control…
She could give it him instead…
…and that's what she did.
That night, she surrendered it all to him…and she'd never felt more dominated in her entire life.
He took everything and more.
Her sanity, her reasoning, her perception of the world and her place in it.
He driven her beyond the gates of Heaven.
Dragging her kicking and screaming to agonizing highs no fairy should ever have to experience, ignoring her pitiful pleas to be brought back to Earth, then shocking her to her core when he flipped her protests into undignified begging for more. She'd been left as nothing but the receptacle of his insatiable desire, a lost soul stranded in the middle of a raging sea, his name a chant on her lips as though it were her only salvation. Mindless obedience to the Fallen Angel fucking her into oblivion.
He'd turned her into something she hadn't known she could be.
Unearthed a secret facet that lay dormant inside her.
Shown her a new realm of stimulation that threatened her fragile mind.
That day he fucked her ass had changed her…
…she hadn't been the same since.
She'd stumbled from his cave, high and forever addicted to the sexual torment only he could give her.
He owned her; heart, body and soul, leaving craving his touch, his merciless command.
A willing slave to Naruto Uzumaki.
And as she snuck into her bed in the wee hours of the morning, dropping into a deep slumber, her demon lover haunted her even there, destroying her all over again in her dreamworld, leaving her soaked in her own culminations when she awoke.
She'd bathed with a face so red, she fear she'd transform into a ripened tomato.
The heat of his mushroom tip bumped her sopping folds, dragging her from her lascivious rumination, a silent demand for her to pay attention to him. She trembled as he toyed with her contracting hole, slipping only a few inches inside her greedy pussy before stingily pulling the treat away, his teasing penetrations acting as a punishment for her wondering mind. She bore it with soft repentant mewls, fluttering sex flexing her apology around his blunted tip.
A harsh breath puffed her lips as his warm flesh permeated her entrance again, remaining inside this time.
His skin always felt as though he'd just come in from a day of sunbathing.
"What are you thinking about, hm, Hinata?" he questioned above her, his husky voice caressing her ears, "what's going on in that pretty little head of yours that's got you this wet?"
He knew what she was thinking about.
When he slipped his finger inside her puckered rear end, she knew he knew exactly what was on her mind.
"Not tonight, sweetheart," he murmured, removing his finger but bending down to kiss her little hole, "we need to talk after this, and I can't have you out of it like last time, dattebayo."
Her curiosity about what he wanted to talk about was banished as soon as it rose.
Her lungs seized as he impaled her, slow but insistent, parting her resisting pussy walls with the challenging thickness of his girth.
That sinful drag never seemed to dull, no matter how many times he made love to her.
She whined as he filled her, the pitiful sound whetting his appetite.
She could feel his hyper-fixation on the melody passing her lips, his obsessive fascination with her ongoing struggle to accept his meaty sex within the cramped confines of her tight cunt.
"Open, baby," he whispered, his burning gaze fused to their joining genitals, "open up for me…that's it, take it all."
He was so deep already…
Filling her to the point of almost too much, sliding over that bundle of nerves that made her eyes roll.
Her insides clenched, hot moisture bathing his dick in excited rivulets, paving the way for his invasion.
Gluttonous demon that he was, he took advantage of the fresh lubricant, curling his hips, gripping hers and force feeding her dripping pussy the rest of his cock. Her trembling breaths lay muffled in his pillow, her desperate fingers clutching the fluffy rectangle as he tunneled deeper.
Her insides spasmed as he sank even deeper, her thighs trembled when he bumped that deep wall protecting her womb.
"Oohhhh!" she cried out, whole body flinching as he pulsed inside of her.
"Fuck…" he breathed, sliding his hands up and over her spread thighs, relishing their quake as he molded his body over her back, kissing her right atop that sensitive spot between her wings, "good fucking girl."
Her insides turned to mush, his praise as addicting as the deliciously uncomfortable sensation of fullness, of her pussy pushed beyond it's capacity.
Then he moved, and her world dissolved.
He'd barely begun setting his brutal pace when her mind began to empty of everything but the stroke of his big dick along her little walls.
He touched everything inside her.
Spreading his heat deep.
Her tiny toes curled as pleasure pummeled her from every angle of her senses, all six of her elegantly tipped wings fluttered, their translucent purple forms sprinkling fairydust inside the candlelit cavern of his bedroom, leaving the wide space glittering and vibrating with magic.
He grunted as her sparks settled along his tanned skin, covering him in the sensation of her pleasure.
"You're really feeling it tonight, huh," he hummed, satisfaction oozing from his voice, hands kneading her ass cheeks, spreading them apart for a better look at the messy action.
She always knew when he was looking at their lewd joining.
His ardor blasted her like a furnace stoked high, engulfing her in his flaming desire as it always did when he watched his cock slide in and out of her pussy.
She could imagine the sharpness of his blue depths, the laser focus of his vulpine features as he stared.
It was shameful…
…and erotic.
She braced herself as he fucked her in earnest, slapping his hips against her bouncing buttocks, the sopping wetness of her cunt filled the room. She closed her eyes, delicate jaw tightening as his hard pounding created a deep ache in her core, pleasure and the sting of pain swarming her body.
He reached for her swinging breasts below, pinching her nipples, making her nerves sings.
"Naruto," she wept, tension coiling in her groin.
She was already fighting the tide, a massive tsunami roaring to the forefront.
"Cum for me Hina," he growled, tugging the sensitive peaks of her titties, driving his hips faster.
She held off as long as she could, resisting the sway of unbridled rapture.
He was having none of it.
His dark energy pummeled her fairy senses, demanding her obedience, commanding her compliance. Her lungs seized, a silent scream parting her lips as climax swept her away.
She lay breathless, suffering beneath the unmerciful battering explosions of pleasure detonating across every nerve ending in her body, her milking sex spraying his groin in hot fluid, spine arching as she lost herself to the chaotic rapture only a demon could give her.
She floated outside herself.
Wings stretched to full mast.
She was crying tears of ecstasy, screaming bloody murder bliss as he fucked her through her sexual high.
Her torso dropped to the mattress, knees buckling.
He followed her down, forcing her legs further apart and settling himself between them, his weight suffocating as he fisted her violet locks and rammed her gushing cunt, hammering her body like he was trying to break her. The bed wailed beneath his powerful thrusts, rivaling her own thunderous screams. She could feel his desire to leave her aching for days on end battering her perception, his single minded determination to force her to think of him every time her pussy throbbed after they parted.
The very thought thrilled her to no end.
The realization that'd she'd be limping home yet again driving her closer to the pinnacle of climax.
He was there with her this time, pouring his own bliss over her senses like molten lava, his driving hips bullying her into another orgasm her twitching body could barely endure.
Wet lips sucked on her vibrating throat as she shrieked, his teeth nipping her skin as he bathed her insides in hot sticky semen.
NHNHNHNH
"Don't participate in the Ascension…it's not what you think."
She turned with effort, dragging her tired body to the side, facing his serious face with her own confused, sweat slick face.
His skin was coated in a layer of sparkly lavender fairy dust.
His shaggy blond hair was stuck to his face, framing the black horns jutting from his forehead, his feline slitted pupils latched to hers, the jagged lines on his cheeks sharper with his upset.
"Naruto-kun-"
He reached for her cheek, threading his fingers through the strands that slid over his long digits.
"Listen to me, Hinata, even if you plan on staying here on Earth with me-"
"I do," she whispered, pressing close to him, staring back at him with earnest eyes.
She hadn't said it, they hadn't spoken of it, but she'd decided long ago to give up her place in Heaven.
His oceanic depth turned stormy, glinting intensely with the same emotion she was sure he could see in her own eyes.
"I love you, Naruto-kun," she told him, putting name to it.
"I love you too, 'ttebayo."
He kissed her, trailing his hand across the length of her rounded hip, cupping her backside as he tongued her mouth. He sucked on her bottom lip, traced it with the tip of his wet appendage, then swept her mouth, sucking the air from her lungs.
Her head spun, carnal hunger blazing to life.
She reached for him, caressing the hard planes of his abdominals, spreading her hands over the rise of his pecs then back down…
Trailing lower…
She was worn out and tired, sated and basking in afterglow, and yet, she ached for his possession all over again.
Her wet cunt craving another creaming…
He reached for her wandering hand, stopping her descent.
He pulled back, his eyes reflecting the lust in hers, but he shook his head.
"Listen to me, Hinata, you can't participate in the Ascension," he repeated.
Her brows furrowed.
"I'm only going to lend my magic to-"
"No," he growled, both arms twining her body, baby blues, fierce…piercing, "you're not to be anywhere near it. On that day, come to me."
She frowned.
"I'll tell you why the Gates were closed…" he whispered ominously, "why the Fallen were really cast out of Heaven…"
It was something she didn't want to hear…
That she shouldn't hear…
She could tell by the look in his eyes, the hardness of his face.
She listened despite the knot in her stomach, her eyes growing wider and wider as he spoke…
NHNHNHNH
She didn't go to the Ascension.
When the hour of the ritual arrived, she went to him.
He'd drawn symbols into the earth outside his cave, and formed a circle around them.
Then, he out to her with a single hand from within the rotunda.
They sat twined together…
…watching the skies above.
She held onto him as a shock waved rocked the world, billowing gusts of air swirling around their protection circle, but never seeping inside.
A crimson streak rent the night sky, staining the star dotted navy in a vibrant trail reminiscent of blood. Fluttering above the treeline of the forest.
The world grew pitch black…
…and all Hell broke lose above.
The screams that followed were terrifying, the monstrous baying that slipped beyond Heavens Gates beyond horrifying.
It was as he had said.
God had not closed the Gates…
…the usurper of God had.
—
Facing The Past
Pain lanced her chest.
Her lungs seized.
Holding her champagne filled flute, Hinata willed herself to remember how to breathe.
Why…
Why was he here?
Ten years had passed, time in which she'd learned to live and survive without him at her side. Torturous days and months filled with muted heartache and resounding emptiness. All of her coping, every insistence to herself and others that she'd come to terms with her lost love, crumbled into dust in an instant.
It was painful…
So painful to see him after a decade of pining for him.
More gut wrenching than their goodbye graduation night.
He'd changed so much.
He was taller, his once awkward ungainly form now packed with hard muscle, his wide shoulders carrying the confidence of a man fully grown. Garbed in a bright orange dress shirt and pressed black pants, he was easily the most handsome man in the room…
…but of course, she was biased…
He was smiling and laughing with a man she didn't know, beaming happily until he caught sight of her.
It was like a sudden eclipse.
His happy mood extinguished…
His chiseled jaw tightened, blue depths blazing with an emotion she'd never seen in his eyes before…
Hatred…
She swallowed hard, sick at heart to see such an expression…
To know she was the one that had sown such a dark emotion in his heart.
She looked away, shaken and hurt, her pounding heart shriveling inside her chest.
She had to get out of here.
He shouldn't have to look at someone he no longer cared for…and she couldn't stand to be in a place with someone she loved just as much as they despised her.
She set her glass down, picked up the hem of her fluttering burgundy halter dress and slipped through the crush of bodies blocking her from the exit. She bit her lip as she hurried through the glittering foyer, her emotions hanging by a thread as she looked for the closet her purse and coat had been placed inside. She'd just touched the fabric when her luck ran out.
"Running away again, huh. Shouldn't be surprised, it's what you're good at after all."
The hard, brash voice left her cringing on the spot. She held onto her coat, shaking like a leaf in a hurricane, willing herself not to cry.
She didn't want to look at him.
She didn't want to acknowledge him or his accusation.
There was nothing she could say anyway.
It was true…
She had run.
She slipped the coat off its hanger, pressing it to her chest, as her other hand grabbed her purse.
What was she supposed to say?
"I know…" she whispered painfully, "I'm…I'm sorry…"
He was silent as death.
She didn't dare look at him.
Instead, she turned, shoulders haunched, her eyes fused desperately to the exit.
To freedom…
"At least tell me why!" he growled, whipping her body around, bringing them face to face.
His vulpine face was no longer just painted in hatred.
There was agony in the harsh lines of his face, pleading in his blue depths.
It destroyed her, that look.
Tore chunks from her soul and shredded them into ribbons.
Her lips felt stiff as she whispered, "I…I did it for you…I-"
"What the hell are you talking about?!" he snapped, "you didn't do that shit for me! You did it for whatever fucked up reason you had in your head!"
He didn't get it!
He didn't understand at all!
She'd been dragging him down, stifling his ambition and getting in the way of his dreams. She had done it for him…
She had been trying to do the right thing!
"You weren't going to college because of me!" she burst, chest aching as she squeezed the words through her laboring lungs, "I couldn't afford to go too, and y-you said you'd never leave without me, so I…broke up with you…"
His face grew molten, eyes blazing with a wrath she'd never seen before.
"I-I didn't want to be a burden…I didn't want to keep holding you back. I-"
"That's so goddamn fucking stupid!" he roared.
He paced away from her, seething as he took several steps away from her, his hands reaching up to grip his blond locks. She was wiping away tears when he returned, and though she hadn't thought it possible, he looked even more pissed off.
"So you let that fuckin bastard get to your head?" he ground out, "after everything we went through to be together, everything we talked about and promised each other, you still let that asshole take it all away!"
Her lips trembled.
"All this time I kept wondering why," he laughed humorlessly, "and I fuckin knew your old man had something to do with it!"
She wanted to deny the charge, to claim that it hadn't been her father this time.
That she had truly been a liability to him, she had been a ball and chain around his-.
Ball and chain…
It was her father's most common phrase when talking about her.
She stared at him wide eyed and sick.
"Now you fucking get it?" he raged, reading the comprehension in her face, "Hiashi fuckin Hyuuga had the last fuckin laugh in the end."
Stunned into silence, she could only sit and listen as he unleashed ten years of anger.
"You told me you were nothing like your dad, that you'd be damned if you ever grew up to be a conniving asshole like him but then you go and pull the same goddamn shit as him?!"
She flinched.
"What gives you the right to try and control my damn life! If I wanted to stay here, that's my decision, not yours, not your or my dad's, not anybody fucking else! You had no goddamn right!"
"I'm sor-"
"What the fuck good does sorry do now?!"
"I don't know!" she shouted hoarsely, tears dripping down her cheeks, "I-I wasn't trying to c-control your life! I wouldn't…I'd never…"
She lapsed into sobbing silence, her flooded orbs barely able to make out his tortured expression.
"I get it, I understand, you loved me enough to give me up, but goddamn it Hina, that's so fucked! I was so damn lonely, hurting so goddamn bad without you. I needed you!" his voice broke, "all these years and it still fucking hurts. You ruined my life!"
She turned, ready to flee.
She hadn't meant to hurt him.
Never.
"No!"
He reached for her, grabbing her hand and spinning her back to face him…
To face her terrible mistake.
"No, you don't get to run away again, 'ttebayo!" he raged, emotion turning his voice hoarse, "you owe me for all the pain, all the suffering, every lonely night and shitty morning!"
He glared at her, his eyes burning with anguish…
Blazing with love…
"Give me the rest of your life. That's the only way to make up for everything you've done to me, the only way to make this right!" he was shaking, his determined blue depths glistening but unwavering, "give me what you promised me…"
—-
So back in October, I was look up fairy lore and came across this old belief that said fairies were actually angels caught slipping when the battle went down and the Morning Star along with his folks got struck down. They became fairies, and so I decided to write a smut one-shot about it. This was supposed to be for the Naruto smut-Mondy prompt on tumblr, but I got sick and shiz and never got a chance to finish it.
The second story is from Suryass! Exes finding each other years later and reuniting XD Hinata was the culprit for the break up this time, letting her father get to her head.
Sad but it happens to the best of us.
The next prompt coming gonna hit ya'll in the feels. Prepare yourselves.
Laters
Sessakg~