Date: Tue, 27 Jan 2004 21:13:44 EST
From: Xadith@aol.com
Subject: Hot Date

Author: Xadith
Feedback: Sure but be mature Xadith@aol.com
Subject Gay Male Science Fiction
Summary: Logan Sabian has never had an easy life, and when his lover
dumps him for a new conquest, Logan finds himself in a quite ungodly
situation.
Rating: NC-17 Adult content, Sexual situations involving like genders,
language, Light D/s and BDSM, rape.
Chapter: 1 of 3
These characters are mine and copyrighted. Any reference to real life
people is unintentional.

Rex and I had been dating for more then six god damn years.  Dating, not
together, not exclusive, not in any kind of committed relationship; dating.
He wanted to fuck around, even though I was the one that wanted to settle
down, to become more then what we were.  Oh I let him fuck around.  With
men, woman, groups of people, anything he wanted to shove his dick in, I
turned my head the other way and let him.  I was a complete moron.  I
should have seen it coming weeks before it happened, I should have known
that when this David guy stopped over to our place more then three times a
week that I was swiftly becoming last nights used condom.  But like the
fool I was, I didn't realize I was being kicked out of Rex's apartment
until the same day David was moving in.

Yeah, that's right.  I got a cardboard box and an "I'm sorry baby but I
need someone that isn't so needy."

That hurt, a lot.  And as I shoved what few belongings I wanted to keep
into that large Dell computer box, I cried myself into hysteria.  What was
I thinking?  Rex wasn't the kind of guy you got serious with.  He was six
foot four; muscles that could put Greek gods to shame, a face like Adonis
and a personality that made everyone everywhere drool like hounds on the
hunt.  He was simply gorgeous.  Those bright blue eyes, black hair and the
most perfectly shaped butt cheeks anyone could ever dream of.  And his
cock!  Don't get me started on the man's dick.  It was almost as long as my
arm and as thick as my wrist; to say the man was hung was the
understatement of all time.  He was smart, he was funny, he was an animal
in bed, and he was no longer anything close to mine.


By the time I left the pent house apartment with my meager box of
belongings, I could already see David's out line against the dark bedroom
window, being shoved up against the glass as Rex fucked him for all he was
worth.  We used to do that.  Rex used to love to tease me that the people
below on the street could hear me screaming for more.  The memory made a
fresh batch of tears streak down my face.

I threw my box into the back of my pick up and slammed the door shut,
screaming into the uncaring night how much I hated men.

But that didn't matter right now, or so I told myself.  More then half way
to my wilderness outback lodge and breakfast inn I was doing my best to put
all of this behind me.  It had been more then a month, I had my own place
now, my job was picking up and I was finally taking a long needed vacation.
Four whole weeks in the complete desolated wilderness of the Black
mountains.  It was going to be great.  I told myself that over and over
again but all my groin wanted to scream was "where's the cock?"

That was seriously bringing me down.  I kept having to put my libido in
check and remind myself this was time for me to get my head in order, not
to let my dick have a free for all.

I pulled up to the main road of the ranch not long after sun down.  A
stable hand, from the horseback excursion barn was out front to greet me.
He was a sweet looking boy; about seventeen and he waved me over as if he
had had a problem or something.  I pulled my truck over and rolled down the
window.

"What's up?"  I called to him as he came jogging over.  "Oh man, am I glad
to see you.  I've got a run away pony out there by the fence; she is way to
fast for me to catch.  I can rope her, would you mind driving me up in your
truck?  I don't want her getting in the high way."

I looked the youth over.  He was small, petite, maybe five foot six or so,
with long blond hair that was pulled up into a tail behind his head, and
covered with a tan cowboy hat.  He was slender build, like he hadn't hit
puberty yet or something, and his big blue eyes reminded me of Rex.  I
cursed myself for that thought and just nodded to him.  "Sure kid, hop in."

He beamed at me and once he was in the back of the truck, I moved slowly up
to the pony not but twenty feet off or so.  The kid could handle a rope; he
lassoed the young mare in one try and hoped down from the truck bed with a
grin.

"Thanks, I owe you one."  I waved it off and just put the truck in reverse,
heading back to the main road.  The Visitors Center was sparse for this
time of night.  There were only about six guests lingering about, and more
ranch hands then anything else.  The girl at the front desk smiled at me as
I set my bag down and she suddenly gave me a shocked expression.

"Mr. Sabian!  Oh my god, I thought that was you in the registry but I
thought 'no way would Logan Sabian be coming to my job' but sure enough it
is you!  Oh my god, would you sign my book!  I mean not my book but your
book with your name, you are my favorite author!"

She darted off before I could say anything and returned with the hard cover
version of my latest book.  I had been writing for years now, but not much
of my stuff was well known to anyone but the gay community.  People just
didn't like romance novels for gay men, except gay men.  And even then, no
one liked books that had the main characters die in the end.  That happened
in the novel I'd just finished.  I was going to have a happy ending but
that damnable Rex had to go and throw me into a complete depression.

She handed me the book and I scribbled away my name, smiling at her
pleasantly.  I was normally a very charming guy.  I liked girls just fine,
but I just didn't like all the hassle that came with them.  Don't get me
wrong, men could be emotional, arrogant pains in the ass too, but females
took everything, and I mean everything, so personally.

I read the girl's nametag and smirked.  "Kimmy."  Oh yeah, there was an
airhead if ever I met one.  She giggled as she read what I wrote in the
book and put it down to check me in.  I could tell she was debating her
chances on getting a "private reading."  Though Rex had been a looker, I
was no slouch myself.

Standing six foot even, with dark brown almost black hair, large green eyes
that everyone told me sparkled with inner light or some shit like that, I
had an impressive build.  And I should.  I worked out almost every day, ate
right, and did my best to stay away from things like booze, drugs and
cigarettes.  I just didn't need that shit to feel good.  At least I hadn't.
Every now and then you might catch me with a nice cigar but I had to be in
the mood for it, and even then I would cough from time to time.

Kimmy handed me my room key and a map of the grounds.  She ogled over me a
while longer and I pulled my arms back to let my shirt pull tight over my
muscular chest just to tease her.  She was reading my book about a gay
couple and still she was flirting with me.  What was it about gay men that
made women try all the harder?

I told her, with my most dashing smile, that I didn't want to be disturbed,
not for all the tea in china and that if anyone came unannounced to my
door, knocking about fresh towels or the bingo night, that I would have
their job.  I never gave idle threats, and that sunk in well with the perky
little baby factory in front of me.


Parking outside my single room cabin, I took a moment just to breath in the
clean spice air of nature.  It was glorious.  I had an entire month, alone,
without people, without dead lines, without Rex, and I had every intention
of enjoying myself.  I picked up my bag and used the key to unlock the
front door to the cabin.  Nudging it open, I looked in to be sure there
were no unexpected surprises and thankfully, there weren't.  A warm fire
had already been started not to long ago in the hearth.  The staff must
have heard I was here from the front desk and someone came out to light it.
There was even a basket of fruit out here, with compliments from the
management.

I tossed my bag into the bedroom, leaving the door open so the heat could
linger inside and as I walked over to the small kitchen annex I noticed
that a small note card was sitting on the living room table.  I paused and
snatched it up, reading over the words in a skim, expecting a "thank you
for coming, we hope you enjoy your stay" deal.  I was a little surprised to
see it was blank, other then "See you tonight."

And I thought there weren't any surprises waiting for me.  Great.  I just
prayed it wasn't Kimmy.  I think I would strangle that bubbling little air
head if she so much as thought about knocking on my door tonight.

I took an apple from the basket of fruit, pulled off my shirt and fell to
lie across the over stuffed couch before the fireplace.  There wasn't any
electricity, and I hardly cared.  I was here for the outdoors, not for the
TV.  Eating my apple silently, well, other then the occasional slurp or
loud crunch, I fingered that small folded card and pondered.  Maybe someone
was just trying to annoy me.  It wouldn't shock me if some fool reporter or
Christian group had sent me the note just to freak me out.  I got hate mail
from Christian activists all the time.  I never bothered to open them.
Those dumb asses always made the mistake of using some kind of Jesus stamp
on their envelopes.  After one letter contained a death threat, I started
having a mail service open all my mail before I even got to it.

I tossed the card into the fire and stretched out, letting my jean covered
legs fold at the ankles and the warm heat of the fire tease my naked chest.
A shiver ran down my spine, not the cold kind but the needy aroused kind.
I groaned as my cock made its voice heard again.  It wanted out and it
wanted something to do, *now*.

I took another bite of the apple before tossing the core into the trash and
unfolding my legs.  I should be doing this in the shower but right now I
didn't want to move form this spot.  Pulling my cock from the folds of
denim, I began to stroke the half hard shaft.  Like I already said, Rex was
a big boy, but I wasn't exactly small either.  Nine inches of flesh, cut so
that the round tip could be seen getting redder and fatter, and I couldn't
get my own hand around it, it was so thick.  Rex had liked it.

That thought nearly killed my mood, but my cock was having one of its fits.
It had been at least a week since I had had the will or the energy to jerk
off.  I hadn't fucked anyone since Rex and jerking off just made me
remember how good his mouth felt wrapped around that thick pole.  My balls
were already tight and my cock as hard as iron.  I was just starting to get
into things when the phone rang.  I cursed, fuck'em, I wasn't answering it.
I started to pull harder on my dick.  I was moaning and purring by now, I'd
always been rather vocal when it came to sex or anything else for that
matter, and as I grew near my climax, my thighs parted and my head tossed
back, I nearly snarled at the knock on the door.

"Oh this has better be life or death..."  I got up with a snarl and shoved
myself back into my pants.  The massive bulge was well defined in the tight
material and I couldn't have cared less what I looked like.  My face
slightly flushed with heat, my eyes hazed in lust and my entire body was
throbbing.  I opened the door with a jerk of my wrist and was about to lay
into whomever it was standing there when my eyes were met by soft blond
locks and big blue eyes.  It was the kid from the front gate.

I blinked several times and just stared at him for a moment.  He was
standing there stark naked.  His boyish body was lean and more muscled then
I had thought before but his cock was barely a hand full and slack against
his thighs.  He looked up at me with those amazing blue pools and my anger
melted right away.  "Hi!"  He was in a chipper mood as he walked right past
me into the cabin, brushing his shoulder against my chest as he went.  I
blinked again, completely taken off by this as he just went in and sat down
on the couch like he was my long time roommate.

I closed the door behind him, it was freezing for September and I didn't
want the little bit of heat the fire gave off to escape anymore then it
had.  I turned around and looked at him, he in turn looked up at me, the
same wide smile on his pretty face.  "What are you doing here kid?  And
where are your clothes?"  I wasn't moving, this had scandal written all
over it and I was not going to take the bait.  "Relax Logan."  He smiled
still as he moved from the couch to the floor, kneeling there with his
hands up close to the pitiful flames.  I hadn't been attending the fire.  I
was too busy jerking off.  But when the kid's hands lifted toward the
hearth, the flames leapt up like they had been doused with lighter fluid.
I ignored it for the time being, assuming he just tossed something into the
flames to heat the place up a bit.  Still I remained right where I was, the
annoyance that the little punk had used my first name hadn't sunk in yet.
I only let close friends call me by my first name.

"No way kid-o.  This is not a situation I need nor want, you need to go."
The blond haired boy looked up at me and with the glow of the fire he
looked like a beautiful little angle.  It almost made me smile.  I took a
step to move toward him then paused.  Something, unlike anything I had ever
felt was drawing me toward this kid.  I was a twenty eight year old man and
I was being draw to this teenager like a homeless pervert to a bottle of
gin and a dirty magazine.

My dick.  It had to be my need to cum that was tugging at me.  I tried to
swallow the ache down a bit, get my cock under control but it wasn't
working.  I was tracing the lines of the kid's backside with my eyes and my
cock was throbbing with approval.  I shook myself, both mentally and
physically.

"Stop calling me kid.  My name's Lucian and you're my new toy."  I looked
dumbfounded at the little brat and then just barked out a sharp laugh.  I
was four times his size, and twice his age, and the kid's audacity nearly
enraged me over amused me but they were about equal.

"Cute kid, but no.  I'm not looking for a lawsuit, out with you."  Lucian
rose from his place on the carpet before the fire and stalked toward me.
His angelic appearance seemed to melt away and as he got close enough, I
watched his hand lift and come down across my cheek, hard.  I was shocked.
The pain of it stung deep, deeper then I would have thought this kid
capable of and I put a hand to my reddening flesh with my mouth half open.

"I said, stop calling me kid.  Now get on all four, I want to play with my
toy."  I would have laughed if I weren't getting so angry.  I took a half
step forward and closed the distance between this little punk and me.  I
had had quite enough and I was about to knock the little shit on his arse
for that slap.  My arm rose to swing and then something happened.  I
couldn't do it.  It was like my body just refused to listen to me anymore.
I looked down in horror as Lucian just grinned up at me.  What the hell was
going on?

"I said get on all fours toy, I can and will make you listen to me."
Again, as if my body had lost its will to obey me, I dropped down to all
fours and spread my knees and thighs wide.  I was in such a state of shock,
I forgot how to speak.  But not for long.

"What the hell did you do to me?  What's going on?!  I swear to god I'll..."
"God has nothing to do with it Logan.  God gave up on you a long time ago."
Lucian was rounding me, looking me over like I was one of the stallions he
had been put in charge of.  I snarled at him, snapping my teeth at his
naked leg when he passed.  The kid was like a hundred pound weakling; I
could fold him in half with two fingers, but somehow he had me on my hands
and knees and he was apprising me like a side of beef.

I felt a cool hand grip my chin and he lifted my face to look at him, his
boyish smile had turned into something teasingly wicked and I snarled at
him, getting ready to spit.  He slapped me hard again and I cursed as my
head snapped to one side.  The other cheek was now glowing red as he
chuckled lightly.  "I knew you were going to be a difficult one, I'm so
glad you are.  It will make this all the more fun."  "Fuck you kid."  I put
a hard drawl on the word "kid" and it seemed to piss him off even more.  He
shoved a finger past my smirking lips and teeth and just as I went to bite
down on the slender digit he rammed a bit gag into my mouth and snapped the
leather behind my head.  I snarled and thrashed as much as I could, trying
desperately to move my limbs but nothing obeyed.  I refused to panic but
this was getting a little out of hand.  Fear was starting to race through
me.  Who was this kid, and what the hell was he going to do to me?

He seemed to sense what I was thinking, and two cool hands cupped my
burning cheeks, lifting them to look at him again.  "There, there Logan.
You are going to be one of my prized pets, I don't want to hurt you, but
you will learn to obey me or you will be turned into pig feed."  I paled.
Was this runt going to kill me?  What did he want?  Money, I had enough of
it, I tired to muffle out that point and that I would pay him whatever he
wanted to let me go but he just grinned.

"If I wanted money, I would simply take it from you, make you write me a
check, but that's not what I'm after...this is what I'm after..." He had slid
to the side of me.  His hand moved under my chest, stroking over my tender
nipples which I had been pulling on while I jerked off, and then down into
my pants.  He cupped me over my jeans and squeezed.  I was horrified to
feel that my erection hadn't died away.  I was still raging hard and even a
large wet spot was forming on my pants over the tip of my cock where I was
leaking precum like a damn faucet.

He continued to stroke my cock through the thick material and I shut my
eyes.  My cock was winning out over my sanity and I actually pushed my hips
into his palm.  My eyes snapped open when I realized what I had done, and
my disgusted look made him laugh.  I bit down hard into the gag and looked
at him with vile contempt.  I was going to murder this ass hole.  He sat
back, his small boy like cock was only half hard and still it was less then
five inches.  I smirked at him, giving him a knowing look and he angered me
when he just grinned right back.

"Sorry, but it's not cock envy that has you on your knees stud.  Maybe you
haven't figured things out yet so let me give you a big hint."  I watched
him with no interest what so ever.  But that changed the second I saw his
skin begin to alter color.  He went from creamy tan to a darker red, like a
sunburn, then darker, then darker and darker still until his entire body
was fire crimson.  His limbs lengthened, his chest widened, his teenaged
human body was vanishing and as I watched in complete spell bound horror, I
saw two small black horns emerge from his forehead.  Not long after
something wrapped around my thighs and I looked under to see a thin serpent
like tail coiled around my leg.  The tip was a small triangle and the
thickening shaft ran back to connect to Lucian's ass.  His hands turned
into large male palms, his face hardened and aged and his blond locks
straightened and turned from the almost white sunny blond to a deep black
raven that hung low over his shoulders.  And last but not least, as if
saving the best for last, his cock morphed into something that would make
Rex look like an ant next to an elephant.

My eyes were so wide by now, that I couldn't get my lids to over them
completely when I blinked.  If I had blinked, I don't think I did the
entire time I watched him change.  When I finally did, they stung from the
dryness of them.  Lucian smiled at me.  His full lips were curled up into a
wicked pose and I did nothing but held there on all fours, my cock still
throbbing hard between my legs.

"That's right pet, you are my new lap dog, and I mean to make good use of
you."  I would have been speechless, even if the gag wasn't in my mouth,
but what I had just seen put a new sense of terror into me.  And for the
first time in my life I actually prayed.  That seemed to make him laugh,
hard, because his head tossed back, exposing the thick column of his throat
and he roared with amusement.  "I told you stud, god left you to your own
devices years ago.  You are mine for the taking now, and I intend to."  I
thrashed as much as I could, trying to get away, get out of this.  What
about free will?  What about that entire bible shit I had been forced to
read when I was a kid?  Where was the ability to choose in all of this?  I
snarled and tugged and pulled on my body, trying anything to break free and
when I felt that much larger palm run over my rear I froze in place.  "Easy
boy.  I already told you, you are going to be one of my favorites, I don't
want to hurt you, in fact, I want to take really, really good care of you.
But first things first."


He ran one black nail down my inner thighs, and then the other.  Something
smelled like it was burning and I turned my head as much as I could to see
what he was doing.  A moment later, he yanked my pants off me and left me
there completely nude.  He pushed open my thighs even more, and from behind
he took hold of my cock and started to stroke.  Now his hands were warm,
almost hot and I groaned as he started to yank on me.  I couldn't help it.
It felt so good, like the first time anyone had ever stroke my dick and it
wasn't long before I was panting and moaning and rolling my head around,
trying very hard not to loose it.  I had a great strength of will and I was
doing well fighting my need to cum.  This annoyed him, and when I caught
his eyes I gave him a smirk.  He didn't do anything but shifted on his
knees slightly.  The sudden pressure against my ass should have warned my
but I was in complete shock when I felt the tip of his tail plow down my
canal and bury itself inside me.

I cried out.  My hips lunged forward and he jerked me back by the root of
my cock.  I couldn't take it any longer, I shot off into his palm with a
loud groan and while that tail moved inside me I started to rock with it.
He used both his hands to milk me and stroke my balls, I was in no
condition after that amazing orgasm to do anything but flop forward on my
stomach and groan.

He let me fall, even stood up and walked away as I lay there in a small
pool of my own fluids.  I felt his tail pull out of me and I groaned again
as my eyes closed.  I wasn't paying attention to anything but the pleasant
hum my body was vibrating through me.  I'd never felt anything like that.
My entire body was throbbing; it was like every cell I had just come to
orgasm.  I was breathless, and it was hard to get enough air from behind
that gag.  I heard the water in the kitchen running and then I saw two red
human feet standing near my head.

Lucian, or Lucifer, whatever he thought to call himself, unhooked the gag
and let me get a few deep mouthfuls of air.  I couldn't move even if I had
wanted to.  He was using his power to keep me in place.  I half-heartedly
tried to lift myself to my feet but nothing would obey me.  My body simply
refused to move; even when he came close again, slid to his knees and
pressed a palm to the small of my back.  I could feel his tail slither
under me and lift my hips.  I grit my teeth, it seemed my head was the only
thing under my own control and I groaned when I felt his fingers toying
with the tender tip of my cock.

It was so sore I didn't want so much as a breeze touching it but this
bastard was rolling it around his dry palm like it was his favorite stress
reliever.  I groaned again when he finally let it go, my balls were tight
and I couldn't believe that through that pain I was hard again.  He took
hold my chin and lifted my mouth to shove something past my lips.  I
grunted and tried to spit it out but he forced my mouth closed and it
started to taste horrible.  I swallowed it quickly just to be rid of the
taste and couched when he finally let my mouth go.

"Yuck!  That's horrible!"  I spit at the ground, trying to get the taste
out of my mouth and I heard the top pop off the bottle of wine I had
brought with me.  I lifted my eyes and watched this demon pour two glasses
of liquid.  He sipped at one and stretched out over my couch, rolling the
other glass between his black nailed fingers.  "It's supposed to be
horrible, did you think everything was going to be pleasant?"  He grinned
at me and I could make out the shimmer of fangs where a normal man's canine
teeth would be.  They weren't long, but they were longer then normally to
give off an even more eerie feel about the guy.  I scoffed and turned my
head away; I didn't want to look at him I wanted to figure a way out of
this.

"You can't do this you know.  You have to give people a choice, you can't
just take over their lives, it goes against the rules.  I read the bible I
know you can't do shit without the big guys say so."  He grinned at me as
he stretched out to lay on the couch and opened his legs, I watched as his
large red cock began to swell slowly, not getting to full hardness but just
showing the interest it had in seeing me on my hands and knees.

"Again, you are assuming I'm the devil." He grinned down on me and took
another sip of the rich wine.  "I told you, my name is Lucian, not Lucifer.
He is something of my uncle if you will; and he has more then enough hot
tail to amuse him for all eternity, you are solely mine.  He gave you to
me."

"I'm not his to give damnit!  And I don't care what you are, you can't just
take over a human's life!"  I snarled up at him, my body was back on its
feet again so to speak.  I was still on my hands and knees where he had
placed me but I wasn't feeling drunk with lust like I had been a few
moments ago.

"My dear Logan...who said you were human?"

My mouth dropped open.  I didn't have a retort for that.  Okay, so I grew
up in a foster home and I never knew who my parents were but that didn't
make me some kind of freak.  Did it?  "What do you know?  You're the one
with the spikes coming out of your head and the tail freak."  He laughed at
me.  Pulling himself up to a stand, he moved over to me fast and I would
have pulled back if it hadn't been for my body being "glued" in place.

He laced his hand in my long strands of raven hair and jerked my head back.
On one knee he looked down into my face and seemed to grin the most
positively evil smirk I've ever seen.  "Come on Logan, you don't remember
the light, the walk, and the fall?  You don't recall being reborn?  I find
that hard to believe.  I'm sure you have used your powers before, I know
you have, look at what happened to Rex."  My blood ran cold.  What had
happened to Rex?  My look of shock must have been pretty clear because his
expression changed swiftly.  "You don't remember do you?  And you don't
know what happened to your ex-lover, do you?"  He roared with laughter and
let my head go as he crossed the room and took a few grapes from the basket
on the coffee table.  He watched me for a few long moments as I tried to
put things together, but finally just blurted out.  "Shut up.  You are
fucking nuts, Rex is fine and I'm not sure what drug your on to think I was
walking in some light or whatever."

Lucian just grinned; like he had won the lottery a week ago and no one had
told him until now.  I lowered my eyes and glared at him, I didn't like
this, I didn't like any of it and my body was still not even close to
listening to me.  When I tried to get up again it just went limp and I fell
on the floor on my stomach.  I felt warm hands grip me under the arm and I
was hauled up like I weight nothing more then a feather.  He set me in the
armchair across from the couch and went to sit back on the over stuffed
couch.

"All right Angel, I'll give you a really big hint.  Oh wait, I just did."
He smirked at me as he sipped his wine and when it became clear I had no
idea what he was talking about, groaned and rolled his eyes.  "You, my dear
pet, are a fallen angel.  You went against the big guy; you wanted to fuck
the boys rather then the girls and you got tossed out for it.  You fell to
earth, your soul was put into an infant left for dead on the door step of
an orphanage and that has been your life every since.  It's strange really;
I know lots of fallen angles that remember their fall, even as young
children they remember.  Most become one of us, the demon lot, but some
choose to become priests and even then they fall short and fuck up by
touching some thirteen year old at confession."  I couldn't believe what I
was hearing, and I had my proof that at least some of it was true, sitting
right across from me, his tail slapping back and forth lightly over his
thighs, and his huge mammoth of a cock still semi hard.  I tired to lift a
palm to stroke it over my face and it took me a moment to realize he
allowed me to do so.  I couldn't stand up or anything but my upper body was
mine again.

"Let me get this straight, because I have the soul of a fallen angle, the
demons can do whatever they want with me, us, whatever?  And what the hell
happened to Rex?"  Lucian smiled and leaned forward, handing me the glass
of wine he hadn't sipped from and I downed it fast.  It was all out of this
world, but somehow, or for some reason, my mind was accepting every last
word as fact.  It felt true.

"Wake up Logan, haven't you noticed that your life seems to be cursed, you
get a few good things going for you and they all crumble under you?  Your
last job, your book, your relationships, even your foster parents died when
you turned eighteen; face it baby, you got one powerful god pissed off at
you.  And Rex, well, Rex in crippled from the waste down baby.  He was in a
hiking accident.  High on his usual ecstasy, he fell off a cliff the dumb
shit and snapped his spine in two.  David left him, he lost the nice
apartment and he has attempted suicide twice now.  And you made it happen."

"What?!  You have got to be kidding me, I wasn't anywhere near him for more
then a month now.  It was an accident, just like you said, the dumb ass
went hiking on drugs!"  I didn't want to hear this, I wouldn't have
believed it if somewhere in the back of my head I wasn't hearing a little
voice say "yes the bastard got what was coming to him."  I wanted to get
out of here; I didn't want to hear any of this.

"Of course you had a hand in it stud, you used your powers to do it.
Didn't you leave that night, wanting the bastard to never be able to fuck
again?  Well, you got what you wanted; two days later he was in that
accident.  Don't get me wrong, you didn't push him over the edge but you
did will it into being.  Angel's still have the power of Miracles even when
they fall.  You just used it in the negative rather then the positive."  He
grinned at me and I shook my head, this didn't make sense, I didn't believe
in this shit, yet here it was, staring me in the face like some kind of
twisted horror film.

After a few minuets I folded my arms over my chest and looked away.  "Okay,
say, for some delusional moment, I believe you.  So what?  You can just
walk in here and take my life from me for no reason?  That I don't buy, if
I have these powers then I can get rid of you just as easily."

"Ah, but that's the up side, for me anyway.  You can't.  Ya see, an angel
has to claim his right to soul before twenty-one years have passed.  After
that, you are open game to any demon that might want you.  You're
twenty-eight, long past time to be claimed, but like I said, Lucifer had
rights to you, and he was saving you as a gift for me.  Today is my
birthday, so to speak.  Nine hundred years old today and you are my gift
from him.  Don't worry, I intend on keeping you around for a while.  You
are a good looking man Logan, and you are going to be an even better lap
dog."

I snorted.  "Keep dreaming, you might force me to do something for you, but
I'm not going to willingly be your toy.  I don't care who or what we are.
And you still haven't proven that I'm a fallen angel."  He got up from the
couch and I pressed my back against the seat, I just knew he was coming
over here and sure enough, he did.  He came to me, gripped me by the back
of the neck and pulled me up from my seat.  He pushed me up against the
hearth, kicked apart my legs and my spread my arms out.  I had no control
of anything but my head again and I lunged it back when I thought he was
close enough, just barely missing his jaw with my skull.  He slapped my
across the face for that before he reached under and gripped my dick,
holding it out over my flames that licked high up into the air.

I screamed and jerked as much as I could, I felt his heavy chest press
against my back and his cock, now longer and thicker, being stroked between
my round ass cheeks.  I gritted my teeth, determined to take it but the
burning of my dick made me nearly sob out in terror.  "I can make your
eternity quite pleasant, or excruciating pain.  You choose the path you
walk pet.  I can burn your dick off a billion times a day and never grow
tired of it, or you can be good and enjoy my touch."  He hissed this into
my ear as he rolled his hand away and exposed my tip to the lapping flames.
I cried out and nodded.  He hissed a "what" and I cried out.  "Yes!  Yes
I'll be good."  He let go of my dick and let me lean back away from the
flames.  A hot sweat had formed over my brow and I panted light from the
racing fear.  His hands were on my hips and I felt him stroking up over my
back.  My muscles were dark in the lack of light and I could somehow see in
my mind exactly what he was doing.  Closing my eyes, I felt his palms press
over my shoulder blades, a sudden heat rose under his hands and I chocked
out another cry when his arms slid inside my back.  I couldn't breath, my
lungs felt on fire and suddenly I felt him grip something inside me.

I felt my flesh tear and my body scream in pain but I couldn't get a single
sound out of my open mouth.  I felt them before I saw them, I even heard
them flap.  Two huge black wings were yanked from my back.  Lucian's arms
were covered in my blood, not that you could tell from the matching red
colors.  I groaned and fell to the ground once they were free.  My back
burned and my eyes stung with tears.  Blood dripped all around me and I
felt his hand slide through the large appendages, stroking the damp
feathers.  I had had too much.  My eyes rolled back in my head and I passed
out, dead to the world.



I had no idea how long I had been out.  But when I woke up in the soft
folds of silk sheets and feather pillows, I was more then ready to believe
it all to be a very, very bad dream.  On my stomach, I shifted and felt
that I was in bed nude.  My thighs stroked against the soft material of the
sheets and I purred softly.  I loved sleeping naked.  It just felt right,
and I hated getting tangled up in anything I might wear to bed.  Something
moved above me and I shifted to look up slightly.  What I saw almost made
me pass out again.  Two large black wings were hovering over me.  I wasn't
under a feather blanket; I was under a blanket of feathers.  I bolted up
and fell right back down again when my head started to spin.  Those large
black wings that ran from my shoulders to my knees lifted and stretched
when I tried to move my arm rather then my wing.  I was so mixed up I
didn't even notice that a large red body was sleeping next to me.
Something was around my thigh and I soon realized it was Lucian's tail that
was proclaiming its ownership over me, even in his sleep.  I groaned and
tried to pull the damn thing off me slowly.  I didn't want him to wake up;
I wanted to get the hell out of there.  But every time I moved I got dizzy
and very nauseous.  I tried not to make too much noise as I dragged myself
off the bed and hit the floor with a loud thud.

With a grunt I tried to lift myself, but instead I only ended up rolling
over onto my back.  My wings flattened against my body but they didn't
hurt.  They were a soft padding under my naked rear and shoulders and I put
a hand to my forehead, trying to stop the spinning.  A sudden red face
popped over the edge of the bed.  His long black hair was ruffled around
his shoulder and head and his dark black eyes were sparkling with
amusement.  He would have almost looked handsome, no; he was handsome,
extremely handsome.  But I didn't want to think that.  There was something
about the way he looked at me that actually put me to ease and scared the
shit out of me at the same time.  I glared up at him and rubbed my head as
he folded his arms and rested his chin on the fold of limbs, looking down
on me.  "What did you do to me?"  I snarled up at him and he grinned all
the wider.  "I only did what you asked me to.  I gave you your proof.  They
have been there all along, I'm shocked you never felt them before."  He got
off the bed and bent down, helping me up but pushed me back down to the bed
again when I had finally made it to my feet.  I fell on my side, my wings
bent at angles that were most uncomfortable and I floundered until I found
my way onto my stomach.  He came over me, pressing me into the bed while he
caged me in his arms and legs.  I felt his dick growing against my ass and
I shifted slightly to get away but that only seemed to make him harder.

"I didn't ask to be turned into a freak, put them back."  When I paused to
think about it later on, I would remember all those nights of sleeping on
my back that had caused me so much pain as a teen and in my early twenties.
I had a chronic back pain in my shoulder blades if I slept on my back for
too long.  Now that pain wasn't there at all.  In fact it felt really good
when Lucian slid his hands through the dry soft feathers.  I nearly moaned
out my pleasure but I bit it back instead.

"I didn't turn you into anything Logan.  These have been yours since your
creation.  God gave you them as a gift and he didn't take them away when he
let you fall from heaven.  Although you are lucky, most fallen angles have
their wings turned into bat wings, leathery flesh and bone, but you got to
keep your feathers, even if they are black.  They suit you."  His voice was
a rumbling purr in my ear and I shifted again and again to get away from
little bites and kisses he was giving my neck and shoulders.

"Get off me.  I don't want you touching me."  I growled darkly as he
pinched my ass and pulled open my cheeks to explore my body.  I got the
feeling that this wasn't the first time he had done it.  Something told me
I hadn't been left alone while I slept last night.  My body tingled all
over already and I knew that feeling only came when fingernails and rough
palms stroked me for a while.  I didn't like that thought.  I wanted him
off of me but all my thrashing didn't get me far as any motion made me want
to be sick.  "Why do I feel like hurling up my guts?"

He smirked and licked the edge of my ear with his hot tongue; I shivered
despite myself as the trail of heat raced through me.  "You lost a good bit
of blood when I birthed your wings.  It will pass soon, and when it does,
I'm going to get to know you a bit more inanimately."  He was really
enjoying my body.  He was licking and biting a path down between my wings
along my spine and each one made me tremble slightly.  My skin had never
felt so alive, even in my weak state, I felt each little electric touch as
if it were burning me.  My wings stretched out slightly, just relaxing and
I watched them as they did so.  I had a huge wingspan, maybe ten feet from
tip to tip, and stretching out those long appendages felt amazing.  It was
like stretching out muscles that had been cramped for years.

Lucian's tongue slid between my ass cheeks and I jumped, coming back to
reality when his tongue swirled over my opening and I gripped the sheets,
trying to get away from him.  "I don't want this Lucian, get off me!"  I
felt a hard slap against the back of my balls and gasped when the sting
throbbed ten times worse then any swat I had ever felt before.  I hissed
back over my shoulder at him but he just smiled.  "I don't care what you
want slut.  You are mine now, my toy, my play thing and I'm going to use
you anyway I see fit."  I bit back my words.  Something told me that if I
didn't listen, that slap was only a small taste of the pain he could induce
on me.  I went ridged under him, refusing to let him enjoy me any longer.
The sudden plunge of strong fingers into my feathers made me swallow a
whimper but as he started to preen my wings under his skillful hands, I
thought I was going to cum right there and then.  It was *the* most erotic
thing I had ever felt in all my life and I was gone into my own world of
pleasure.  He continued to massage and stroke my wings, working me into
total relaxation before he bit down on my shoulder and I came unglued.

I orgasmed into the sheets, my back arched and my hips thrust forward into
the bed.  I tore at the soft cloth as I moaned out pleas for him to make it
stop.  The pleasure was so intense, it bordered on pain and that only made
it all the sweeter.  I was panting and nearly sobbing out in relief by the
time he finally let my wings go.  He was laying over me, pressing his warm
body against my back and I felt his rock hard erection nuzzle between my
ass cheeks.  I was too tired to keep my eyes open.  He might rape me while
I slept but I just couldn't stay awake another moment.  My cheek nestled
into the soft pillow and I was once again dead to the world.



When I awoke once more, it was dark out.  The large bay window in the room
was dim with no light at all coming in but for that of the full moon above.
I purred to feel the warmth of a thick soft blanket surrounding me and
stretched out my body a little.  A turn of my head told me I was alone in
bed but I had a feeling I wouldn't be for long.  Still, I took the time to
enjoy my freedom of movement.  I stretched out my wings a bit, gave them a
half hearted flap and then settled once more.  My body was calmly relaxed,
despite the turmoil of my brain and I just closed my eyes to enjoy this
comfortable time of snoozing.

When I felt that leathery tail slide around my thigh I wasn't shocked but I
stiffened none the less.  The bed dipped and I felt Lucian crawl into the
bed behind me.  He took me up in his arms and pressed his naked body to my
own as he licked my neck possessively.  I tried not to gag but I was really
starting to get annoyed with this.  I wasn't some play thing and I didn't
like being treated like one.  If it had been someone different, you know,
not a demon from hell, and if I had chosen to be with him, I might have
liked the attention and the nuzzling and the soft petting, and oh god,
those orgasms he induced in me....

I cursed myself when I felt my cock stir and he chuckled low in my ear.  I
clenched my teeth to keep from snapping my jaws at him.  I was not going to
make the same mistake twice and the idea of having my dick roasted off was
not appealing either.  I signed and just let him do as he wanted for now.
It wasn't all bad.  Besides, he was the only person or thing that could
tell me why and how I fell from heaven.  To believe that I was once an
Angel of god was just way too much.

"Come on."  He licked my ear as he spoke.  "You haven't been out of this
bed in twenty four hours, I'm sure you have got to piss."  He was right of
course; as if on cue my bladder began to wail its need to empty.  I nodded
slightly and sat up.  He let me go and rounded the bed, coming to offer me
a hand up.  I didn't take it but tried to stand on my own.  I got to my
feet but I was still a bit dizzy from all that blood loss.  He laced an arm
around my hips and pulled me against him.  My wings ruffled in annoyance
but I let him help me into the small bathroom connected to the bedroom.

He had already drawn a bath for me, and as he helped me prop myself up to
pee I lifted my wings over myself for a little privacy.  That seemed to
amuse him.  Like he hadn't seen me nude for the past day, or hadn't been
exploring ever detail of my body while I slept.  I could still feel his
touch on me and while half of me wanted to be nauseated, the other half was
humming and relaxed, having enjoyed whatever he did to me.

When I was finished I washed my hands and set my jaw, glaring at him as if
I had any power to stop what he was about to do to me.  He was perched on
the sink counter and was watching my every move, almost studying me in my
natural habitat or something.  Something dawned on me and I folded my arms
over my chest, looking at him with as much contempt as I could muster.
"What did you force down my throat last night?"

He took a moment to think about it, like he had forced more then one of
those nasty tasting pills inside me and then his expression turned to the
"light bulb" look.  "Oh that.  It was nothing."  He shrugged it off but I
wasn't letting it go.  "It was not nothing, it was something, what did it
do to me?"  I demanded as I came closer to him.  If I was an angel, even a
fallen one, then it was a demon's natural response to be afraid of me.  I
tried to use that to my advantage but it failed miserably when my body
suddenly froze in place again.  "You really want to know?  Fine.  It was a
grade A demon drug that forces your body to become even more over sensitive
then it was before.  I thought I was going to need it because fallen Angels
already have the ability to be lost into their sensual sides, but
apparently you have never experienced that to begin with so anything I do
to you is going to blow your mind."  That's why he hadn't raped the Angel
last night.  If he had, Logan might have gone into a coma from the over
activity of his senses.  As it was, he had no idea what his own body could
experience and Lucian had ever intention on showing him.


He had had to wait til the pill wore off before he could really let them
get carried away in their games.  The last thing he wanted to do was
destroy this gorgeous hunk of angel flesh his uncle had allowed him to
have.  Indeed, Lucian was a greedy sort.  He had had a lot of play things
in his time, but if all worked out the way he wanted, he was going to make
Logan a permanent addition to his life.  Although right not the snarling
rather pissed off angel boy didn't seem too keen on the idea of eternity
with Lucian, the demon had a way of changing a person's mind.


He was thinking about something too deeply and it made me nervous.  I
watched him and couldn't really believe what he was saying but I did
nonetheless.  It wasn't that I trusted him, but I did believe him.
Everything he had said so far, that could be proven was proven and he was
just too damn gorgeous for my own good.  He tossed back a few strands of
jet-black hair and slid off the counter.  His long powerful legs carried
him over to me and I would have stood firm even if I wasn't being forced
to.  His hands clasped my cheeks and I tried to pull away but he held fast.
He lifted my chin and bent just a fraction to kiss my mouth.  I froze my
lips in place, refusing to let him inside while his hands slid back and
tangled in my already mussed up hair.

He massaged my neck, teased his black nails against my shoulders and chest.
He found my nipples under his palms and rolled them slowly, enjoying their
soft elastic texture as he pulled them and let them snap back into place.
I grunted and bit down hard to keep his mouth from pushing into mine.  His
warm tongue was tasting my hard lips and I tried so very hard to hide the
fact my cock was swiftly hardening.  What was wrong with my body?  Why was
this abuse turning me on?  Or was it him?  Was he doing this to me, was he
making me hard like he could make me freeze in place?

People have always said my eyes betrayed me but he seemed to know more.  He
knew my thoughts or my feelings because he pulled back and laced his large
hand around my dick.  Stroking me slowly, he smiled and licked his lips,
taking the last of my taste from them as he spoke.  "I don't do this to
you, well, I do, but not how you think I do.  I can't control your body
functions like that.  I'm just doing it the old fashioned way by turning
you on.  Now into the tub with you, you taste like blood and you reek of it
too."  I snorted as he let go of my cock.  He turned me around and I
whacked him with one of my wings as I made my way into the tub.  He sucked
loudly on a back tooth and just glared at me, letting me have that one it
seemed.  "I thought demons liked blood and death and all that dark shit?"
I had reserved this cabin for the soul reason that it was the only one on
the ranch with a massive two seater heart shaped bath tub.  It was supposed
to be like a honeymooner's cabin.  With an extra large bed, larger tub, a
fully stocked kitchen so the couple didn't have to leave for anything, and
it even had a large hot tub out back run on a generator.  Right now it was
more of a curse then a blessing.

"You only think that because that's what the big guy wants everyone to
think.  Demons and my uncle aren't all that bad really; we are just like
humans, only we have the powers we retained from being Angels once
ourselves.  We are the ones that believe in freedom and rights of an
individual.  It's that big moron up there that leaves you human's to your
own devices.  Everyone says, 'the devil made me do it.'  That simply isn't
true.  Humans do what they want to do; god is the ass that never steps in
to take responsibility for his creation.  He blames it all on us who he
chooses to damn and all this other "evil" stuff.  The devil didn't make
hell, god made hell.  It's his punishment for those that don't choose to
bow down and kiss his sandals like little mindless puppies.  And even then,
he only sends us the really bad folks.  Like the unreformed killers and
rapists, the ones that do some really sick shit in their lives.  All the
rest, get in no questions asked.  God wouldn't pass up a chance to have
more slaves doing his bidding just because they didn't like him too much.
You used to know all this.  That's why you fell.  You wanted to be gay and
unfortunately, that's one thing god doesn't like too much.  Oh he takes
fags to heaven, does it all the time, but when it comes to his angels, he
thinks you boys should be his perfect soldiers."

I listened, not sure what to believe.  I hadn't heard any of this in Sunday
school and I sure as hell wasn't about to just believe the word of a demon
because my gut told me he was telling the truth.  It had to be my own
issues with religion and the man up stairs that made me want to believe
him.  And I had read that the demons were tricky fellows, and played on a
person's weaknesses.  I let it go for now.  I just wanted to enjoy this
bath, alone.  I glared at Lucian and told him as much.

"Hmm...tempting, but I have some things to finish first.  Wash fast.  You
need to eat something before I start playing with you.  I don't want you to
pass out on me again."  I didn't get a chance to say anything to that, he
stepped out and closed the door behind him to keep in the heat.  I groaned
and slid as far underwater as I could get.  I just wanted to forget.
Everything.


When I came out of the bath, about an hour later, (what was the point in
rushing when Lucian was what was waiting for me?) I felt much better.  My
wings were clean, I had ample time to stroke them and investigate each and
every long black feather.  They were very soft, even wet, and I marveled
over how easily they moved and how light they felt on my back.  It was like
they had been there all my life and I was just now seeing them for the
first time.

I scrubbed myself from head to toe, enjoying the freedom of movement, and
by the time I was rinsing off from the showerhead, I felt like me again.
My hair was still damp; I had washed it early so that it would have a lot
of time to dry.  I hated going to bed with wet hair.  Lucian had made
dinner, and he was dressed for a change.  Well, a pair of my boxer shorts
hung over his narrow hips and his hair was tied back into a tail behind his
head.  I had put on a pair of jeans and a sweater before coming out and he
looked highly disappointed I hadn't stayed nude.  Good.

He had made dinner, something simple, chicken and some other things.  There
was only one plate though, and it was set up for me.  I took a seat at his
bidding and folded my arms over my chest.  I was starving and that simple
meal smelled so good my stomach was growling louder then my irritation.  I
sat back and just eyed him as he went about cleaning up the kitchen.  I
didn't get it.  This was supposed to be a demon, a mean, hell fire, son of
the devil, ass hole.  An ass hole that was holding me hostage and
threatening to turn me into his lap dog; so why in all gods creation was he
being domestic?!

I glared at his back.  A glorious back that was muscled and strong, a back
that looked like it could hold hundreds of pounds of weights and never bat
an eye.  His arms were powerful, I knew that from him holding me all night
and day.  He was so wicked looking with that tail of his swaying about but
he just didn't seem to have an evil heart.  I didn't buy it.  There had to
be something I was missing.

"Are you going to stare at me all night or are you going to eat what I made
for you pet?"  I growled at the pet name and looked down into my food.  I
wasn't about to eat something I hadn't seen him make so I pushed it away
and just got up to fill a glass of water.

I was suddenly stopped by a firm hand on my shoulder and I looked back at
Lucian with vile hatred.  I didn't like being contained, in any way.  He
kicked my legs apart and pushed me over the counter.  I fumbled with my
glass but ended up dropping it into the sink anyway.  It shattered as I
felt my jeans being ripped open by a clawed hand and I cried out when I
felt the tip of his hard dick press against my sensitive opening.  He had
pinned my hands under his own, his body only slightly larger then mine but
he was so much more powerful.  I was built, I lifted every day but this was
an unearthly strength and he used it to do his bidding.  My wings were
crushed under his chest and I gasped as pain shot through my body.

Surprisingly, he shifted, taking the weight off my wings so I could stretch
them out a bit.  I tried to flap them, tried to throw him off of me but it
didn't work.  His tail wound about my throat and I gagged as I felt it
constrict.  It was one hard fast lunge and he was inside me.  I had taken
Rex hard before.  He was a large man for a human and I think it was the
fact that I had been used so roughly by him that I could take this monster
of a cock now.  My hips pressed forward and I was disgusted with myself
when I felt my erection throb against the hard wood cabinets.  He wasn't
even half in I realized, as he started to push in deeper.  The dry entry
was only alleviated by the fact I had just gotten out of the bath.  My body
was relaxed and my skin was still lightly coated in the oils I had used to
bathe with.

He just kept going.  Every time I thought he was completely in, that there
couldn't possibly be anymore left of him, he made me gasp and moan as
another two inches sunk into me.  I realized quickly that he could change
the size of his cock, and he was doing that now.  I could *feel* him
enlarging inside me, I could feel him stretching me out as far as he
thought I could go.  One would think it would be painful, but after the
initial burn of the entry, it wasn't painful at all.  I felt my prostate be
stroked and tighten, I felt my guts be moved and shifted, I felt HIM.  All
of him, and it was the most blissful feeling I had ever felt in my entire
life.

I was gasping by now, my chest rose and fell in huge intakes of air and I
felt his body press close as he took my ear lobe in his mouth and bit down
on it.  My ears had always been tender places for me, little hot spots that
got me hard in an instant and now they were being nibbled and gnawed on
like chew toys.  I was going to loose it.  Normally I could take hours of
foreplay, even up to an hour and a half of just fucking before I shot, but
Lucian...Lucian had a way of just burrowing into my body and making me more
alive then I had ever felt with any other lover.  "I had wanted this to be
a nice quite evening.  I nice slow fuck to show you just how good I am, how
lucky you are, but you wanted to be difficult, so you will get it
difficultly."  He was very angry, and I couldn't figure out if he was mad
at me or if he was made at the situation.  Either way, his first long hard
thrust into me made me groan and my body went slack against him.  My cheeks
were pulled apart and he started to ram over and over again.  His cock
buried deeper and deeper each time and I was soon unable to curse at him;
only groan and cry out when he hit that magic place inside me.


He kept me pinned, he refused to let me go and I didn't want him to, to my
own dismay.  I wanted him to fuck me, I wanted him to burn me, I wanted him
to pound out of me every memory of Rex and the real world and just be me
gothic lover for the night.  Somewhere in the middle of it all, he figured
that out.  His tail uncoiled from my throat and I was breathing much
easier.  His hands took mine not to pin but hold.  His fingers lacing into
mine as he let me have enough space to push back and thrust against him.
His tail would slide under my shirt every now and then and stroke my
nipples, pull at them after wrapping around one, and let the tip of that
triangle slap them from time to time.  Each little stroke made me moan, and
each pounding thrust brought me closer and closer to this wild place inside
me.

My wings lifted, my head threw back and he ravaged my throat and shoulder,
biting, licking, kissing, marking me as his.  I didn't care.  It was the
best fuck of my life and I wanted more, I wanted all he had to offer me and
more.  I was so close to cumming that when he pulled out of me I screamed
in protest and pressed back against him, right into his open arms.

He laughed at me softly and pulled me into him.  We were both big guys, but
somehow he managed to throw me over his shoulder like a sack of flour and
carry me into the bedroom.  I realized then that he had stripped me
somewhere along the line and he too was naked again.  I could see his
perfectly shaped dark red ass as he walked.  He was muscled and toned in
every part of his body, nearly hairless if not for a small bar of trimmed
locks around his pelvis and that lovely main of raven on top of his head.

He flopped me onto the bed and I shifted until I got my wings comfortable.
He smirked at me like I was missing the punch line of a joke but brushed it
off as quickly as it had come.  I could get a good look of the monster that
had been inside me now and my eyes went slightly wide.  There was no way a
human body could take something that large inside it and not kill them, let
alone hurt them.

"Ah, but we have been over this Logan, you are not human.  And neither am
I."  He smiled down on me as he came across the bed.  I froze in place, but
not to his doing but my own.  There was a look on his face.  One of those
looks you get when you see an old friend you haven't talked to in years.
Or when you meet up with an old lover that you never lost the flame for.  I
ignored it for the time being.  I just wanted to cum right now and my cock
was drooling so much precum I knew we would have to change the sheets
before we could actually sleep on this bed.  My rock hard stomach was
catching the most of it.  Pooling at my belly button as the cut tip
throbbed and pulsed.

Lucian bent over me and took the head in his mouth.  He was gloriously hot.
I realized that his entire body gave off this enormous heat that was like a
small fire in and of himself.  My dick was more then pleased to have those
soft red lips drawing on it.  My hips bucked up into him and I couldn't
help but thrash when his tongue darted into my slit and scooped out all the
precum I had to offer him.  He only licked and stroked my dick for a few
short moments, he had other plans for me and he wanted to get into them
right away.

He rolled me over onto my stomach and I ruffled the feathers of my wings.
They felt better not to be squished under my body weight.  He slid my hips
up and I went down on my elbows.  For whatever reason I just forgot about
who I was, what he was, and what was happening to me.  I just wanted to be
fucked.

Lucian obliged me.  He slid back into me so fast and hard I felt like his
dick was about to burst through my mouth.  I wasn't even bothering to think
about how he had known what I was thinking again, or even how he had
managed to make me go from incredibly pissed off to a whimpering whore.  I
just wanted him.

When he was finally in to the hilt, he slapped me on the ass and groaned
out how nice a cunt I made.  I didn't much like that comment but when he
reached under and took hold my nipples, tugging on them viciously, I
groaned and lost track of my anger again.  How did he do that?

Lucian rode me like that, long into the night.  His body was over top of
me, under me, around me, in me, on me, everywhere.  I must have exploded
with cum over six times but he never came once.  When he finally did, it
was buried deep inside my throat and like a good slut I drank him down as
if his seed was a life giving elixir.  I had never had anyone spew so much
seed at once ever.  It just kept gushing and gushing and Lucian had his
head tossed back and his eyes closed, his face open and beautiful as he
allowed me to see him at his weakest moment.

When my mouth lifted from his huge cock, licking my lips trying to clean
them of what had spilled over, he looked down on me.  His black eyes were a
dim gray, as if the life had been drained out of him.  He still looked
strong and menacing, his tail was buried inside my ass slowly stroking in
and out but my cock was too tired to even think about another erection.  He
pulled me up onto his chest and I didn't fight him.  Even if I had wanted
to I was just too damn tired to try.

His heavy arms went around me and mine around him.  I wanted to ask him
about his eyes but he closed them and was swiftly dozing off when I felt
sleep nagging at me as well.  My wings stretched out limp and tired over
us, his body heat was more then enough, combined with my wings, to keep me
warm, and we both simply passed out without so much as a word between us.
I looked at him once more before I drifted off, for some unknown reason I
lifted my head and kissed his sleeping mouth.  He half heartedly returned
the kiss, to exhausted to put any real effort into it.  I smirked, and lay
my head on his wide chest, yawning as the sun began to break the horizon.
Why did he fell so familiar to me?  Why could he calm me even when he was
being an arrogant bastard?  And why did I believe everything he told me?
Who was this demon, and why had he been waiting for me?

The morning would bring answers I wasn't ready to hear.