Nephilim
Summary: She was the last of the pure Angels in Heaven. Her voice called out to the souls of all, her laughter brought peace to even the darkest of souls. She was born of light, and was loved and protected by all the Angels of Heaven... But some plot to kill her but instead of killing her, they somehow managed to drop her on Earth, making her A Fallen instead and to make matters worst she falls into the Territory of a Demon...The Demon... The Demon Lord Himself. Who takes interest in this pure little Angel thrown into 18th century Earth.
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Chapter 17: Angel of LOVE
I could feel myself slipping up, my powers weakening, He felt...different. Good. And I could not help but feel a rather...lustful heat grab at my core.
But neither could I give in to his heat.
So I bit him, hard, turning my human teeth into that of a predatory animals, so that I draw blood.
I was no fool, I was going to spit the blood out, when he took hold of my mouth and tilted my head backwards, forcing the blood down my throat.
Blood.
The binder.
His eyes, lighted up with the flames of hell, and his smile, turned into that of the devil's himself. A shiver when down my spine as he took hold of my hands braced them together and lifted them above my head.
While his other hand roamed the side of my body, working to loosen my cloths.
I lifted my knee, sending it crashing straight into his groin.
The pain in his voice as he backed off. I landed gently on my feet, smiling with gleed satisfaction at his pain.
I was about to say something when I saw him smile.
"What is so..." Before I could finish speaking, he took hold of my hand and pulled it down to his groin. which was raised hight, hight up. Sticking up like a pole, and as hard as a rock.
"That's just what the apothecary ordered. A jolt. And you, my little Bitch." he moved in for a kiss, but I slammed his head with mines, making him stop.
"Do not insult me vile piece of trash. I will do more than disable your dick, I will rip it off next time." That made his smile fade immediately to be replaced with a deep frown.
"I would not mind you ripping it off...if you did so with that supple mouth of yours." I growled and tried to teleport away, but I could not. He was still sealing me in.
"Not so fast. You were enjoying that show just now, were you not. How about I give you several more replays, this time will be better...thanks to you." He moved right against me, making sure that his rod is pressed right at my belly.
"Do not be so foolish. I have better things to do than see you ravish young whores." That did not alter his motives. He took hold of my arm and flung me straight into the sofa. I knocked myself against the wooden edge of the sofa.
The pain only lasted a moment before it was replaced with a numbing chill brought on my the sound of more moaning.
When I gathered myself up and looked at Malachite, he was with Beth, the woman from earlier gone. Beth looked actually ragged in her rage.
But she did accept him, rather passionately in fact.
She grabbed his hair and pulled down so that his face was crushing into her breasts. Again, I closed my eyes, but the sound-from both of them this time-was...
"Do not close your eyes...enjoy the show." Something, smoke engulfed me then disappeared and I could not close my eyes.
I sat there on the sofa-positioned right in front of his bed-and watched as Malachite pounded into Beth, faster, and harder over and over again until she screamed arching her body backwards and releasing her fluids all over him.
His speed enhanced to that of the supernatural, and his strength followed suite. Beth began to join in, meeting him at every push with a rise.
She came several more times, before she began to clone herself. Malachite took his pleasure out on all twelve of her clones before tiring Beth down to the point of unconsciousness.
When she finally burned out, two more women knocked on his door, they came in together, and did what Beth had done, entertaining him with twice as much clones. But they too burned out. By the dawning of the sun, the room was literary filled with women, all slumped down on the ground, wiped out.
And throughout the whole night, Malachite came only once. But the satisfaction on his face as he came was so drugged, so tempting...
The heat pouring out of me...was no longer cognitive. It was actually physically happening.
I smashed my legs together to hide the evidence of my...shame.
But he already knew it. The side glance he gave me was of pure arrogance; He licked his lips, then got up to come to me.
"Enjoyed that did you not?" I pushed away from him, Knowing full well that the sofa was now wet and that if I moved away he would see the wetness.
"It was vile." I murmured, trying with all of my might to teleport out of the room.
"Vile. But good. Did I not promise you that I would make this one far better than the last."He attempted to touch my breasts, but I sent a wave of my powers towards him, knowing full well that he did not dodge my attach when I heard the cracking of bones.
Unfortunately for me, I only managed to break one hand, because the other hand slammed into my face. His slap was bitterly painful, but not painful enough to knock me out. Just to piss me off.
"You have got to stop damaging my body; its very...tricky fixing your damages." He leaned away from me, looking at his broken arm with a sigh of annoyance.
He walked away from me, heading for a door to the right of his huge room. A few moments later I heard water running and grunting as he reset his bones back into place.
He splashed some water around, then began to bath. When the water in his bath went on, I got up and headed for the door; but I could not touch the nob, whatever he had thrown at me, was preventing me from escaping the room.
I tried to contact the others, but my telekinetic wavelengths could not go any further than the room. So I tried the windows, but those would not admit me to touch them either.
I attempted to move through the room in my light form, but I got nocked back into solidity immediately.
After several more escape ideas turned sour-including the one about climbing out through the fireplace-I got creative and began to use other objects to get at the door.
After all there were so many other people in the room, I could use one of their hands to open the door for me.
But that did not work either, all the women I piggy backed to the door, or windows could not open the door either.
I could not use, any of his objects to get the door open. Before I knew it, I was sitting down in front of the door, and slamming waves of my power straight into it.
My powers clashed with whatever barrier he placed on the door, sparking with electric fusion and then dissipating away.
"You will tire yourself out from all that useless power-work." I ignored him and kept slamming my powers into the door; he roamed around the room, opening doors and I could hear the snapping of cloths buckles and buttons, and the swirling of fabric.
He came to stand besides me, I spun around to stare at him; never turn your back on the enemy.
Even when the enemy was wearing a rather catching wool and leather suite with silver hair falling over the black leather and tanned skin making his silver eyebrows, eyelashes and slight facial hair stand out clearly. It was rather...
"Let me go, and I will not bother you anymore." I smiled, my little innocent smile, attempting to get him to let me out.
"I do not think so. I like having you in my possession, its rather wonderful seeing you so desperate." The sadistic bastard, loving my miserable state of being did not fall for my smile.
"The others will get suspicious when they realize I am gone. Then the full force of the elementals shall rain down upon your disgraced being." The threat did not sit well with him. The red fires raging within his eyes was a dead give-away to that, but also the sneer that overtook his face.
"You better hope they realize you're gone soon...because all I need is a minute for what I have in mind..." His hands went to the side of my neck and slowly pushed my head aside to further expose my jugular.
I could feel his warm breath against my skin, his flaming flesh against my cool...trembling one.
What he had in mind...was too crude for me to comprehend. Nephilims are rumored to have the crude tendency of having their way with women and men alike.
But he would not be that foolish...would he.
Raping an Angel, let alone an elemental is unthinkable, its unimaginable...completely...its...The punishment that would befall one who dared such a thing would be...its not doable. He cannot possibly...
"You cannot possibly think to...rape...me." My voice even to my own ears sounded astounded.
"I can, and I am."I was about to speak again, but he stopped me by placing a silencing enchantment over me.
"You enjoyed that show far too much." I thought about it for a while, he could rape me and suffer a punishment far worst than any I can imagine-but then I too would loose my wings- or I could lift the curse and risk loosing my wings as well as falling.
"You cannot touch me unless I willingly give myself over to you." He raised a brow, knowing full well that I was lying.
"Well?"
"Well what?" I asked, smirking. He frowned obviously not liking my amusement.
"Give yourself over to me." The laughter in his voice was so clearly evident, I am certain he almost laughed out.
I could not help but chuckle at that. He moved slightly away from me as if to take a closer look at my sadistically bemused face.
"And risk my wings...I do not think so." I winked and gave him a quick kiss on the cheeks before vanishing.
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