by J. M. Keep
"You will earn your way back into Heaven," she said sternly, never stopping the quick side-to-side strokes of her whip, "when you have truly repented your sins and embraced the divine...and I think you have a good bit more embracing to do!"
The fallen angel just groaned. His wings were raised and spread as far as the tent walls would allow, twitching in obvious discomfort as she switched his bottom, and the manacles jingled as he wriggled his hands from side to side in unconscious straining gestures. Pyriah smirked, enjoying the sight of his firm bottom blushing a bright red beneath her lash.
Pausing for a moment, Pyriah switched the whip to her other hand. She pressed it against the back of Haniel's neck and reached down to squeeze his bottom one-handed. The taut buttocks filled her palm: firm, pliant, and warmed by their brisk thrashing! Both angels moaned, Pyriah in pleasure and Haniel in pain, as she kneaded the smooth flesh. Her fingers sought the cleft between his cheeks; stroked deeper into the welcoming warmth. A wicked desire to take things further – to really "punish" her captive Fallen, and to make him enjoy every minute of it – welled up in Pyriah.
"Yes," she murmured, running a fingertip teasingly across the crinkled flesh between his cheeks, "much more embracing." She shoved lightly, and felt him squirm as her finger pressed against the dark hole. "Would you like that? I think you would! I think you want me in your body."
Pulling her finger back, Pyriah straightened and took a hold of Haniel's shoulders. Thumbs braced against his neck, she shoved forward, forcing the fallen angel to his hands and knees. He pitched unsteadily forward, wobbly on his bound hands, and Pyriah laughed. She could feel a bubbly, exultant triumph welling up inside her. Giving the back of his head a last, firm shove to make sure he stayed in place, she fell to her knees behind him, greedily cupping his reddened buttocks in both hands. The whip dropped to the floor beside her, discarded and forgotten as she groped and kneaded shamelessly. Bringing her head down low above his body, Pyriah breathed in the smell of Haniel's flesh: warm, musky, and salty with sweat. It struck her as somehow heavier than the scent of her own aroused pussy, in a thick and masculine way that was not at all displeasing.
Pyriah slipped her thumbs down into the crack of her captive's ass. Bracing one on each cheek, she pulled firmly apart to spread his bottom wide. Haniel grunted, and Pyriah grinned. Bending even lower, she rested her cheek at the base of his spine and rubbed it up and down, nuzzling his warm flesh. Her own knees spread wider on the dusty ground as her body spilled its wet arousal down her thighs. He felt good against her skin.
"Mine," Pyriah whispered possessively, stroking his dark hole with the tips of her thumbs. "My captive. My prisoner. All mine. Even this, oh yes." She raised her cheek, bent her head, and pressed her mouth down between her thumbs. Tender ridges of flesh met wet, needy lips, and she moaned into his firm buttocks, slipping her tongue out to flick back and forth across the tight entrance. She licked greedily at its musky taste and squirmed her hips from side to side in desperate, barely-contained eagerness.
A half-body's length in front of her, Haniel groaned in his deep baritone. Encouraged, Pyriah licked harder, working her tongue up and down the cleft of his buttocks. She slid a fingertip down into the crack next to her tongue and prodded gently at his rear end, testing the tight hole to see if it would admit her. Her hand worked in slow, coaxing circles beneath her tongue.
"Ah, god," Haniel half-moaned; half-protested. "Heaven has changed. Do angels of the Host do this sort of thing often, nowadays?" Manacles clinked loudly, as if the Fallen had tried to spread his hands in a prompting gesture.
Chuckling, Pyriah took one last long lick between his buttocks. She traced her tongue around the circuit of her lips, slurping gently; tasting his musky maleness. Raising her chin, she kept her fingertip pressed to his butthole, circling and pressing. Bit by bit, she could feel the taut flesh yielding underneath her hand.
"What?" she asked. "Play with their prey? Tease a naughty little Fallen boy to remind him who's still in charge in Heaven – and in Hell?" As she spoke, she gave a firm push. The taut pucker stretched, then yielded, parting beneath her touch. Her finger sank to its largest knuckle into Haniel's backside, and she grinned in triumph. The dark-winged angel hissed and leaned forward, flexing his thighs and his bottom; Pyriah crooked her finger and gave a playful tug on his rear end. Haniel groaned and squirmed his knees further apart on the dusty ground.
Encouraged, Pyriah sat up a little straighter and bent over the other angel, her breasts dangling between his wings. She worked her finger in and out in a slow, steady rhythm, dipping her lips down to slick it with a fresh sheen of spit every few strokes. "Say it," she ordered, her voice quickening in breathless arousal. "Say I'm in charge here. Tell me who your Mistress is!"
"I'm in charge here," Haniel repeated promptly, quoting her word for word – and then yelped as Pyriah swatted him on the bottom with her free hand. Her finger thrust a little deeper than it needed to, probing his dark passage, and the yelp trailed off into a strained-sounding groan. "All right, all right!" the Fallen gasped. "You're in charge here, you're in charge here." He sounded slightly sullen about it.
Mollified, Pyriah pulled her finger slowly back. She freed it from Haniel with a little wiggle, watching in pleasure as the taut ring of flesh slipped off her hand and stayed open, gaping slightly. "Better," she said approvingly, rising and stepping over the Fallen's outstretched ankles. She could feel his eyes watching as she unlatched the small gear chest at the foot of the traveling cot and rummaged inside it.
Finding what she wanted quickly enough, Pyriah straightened back up. Black leather straps and a smooth black cylinder with a tapered tip and a flared base dangled from her hand. She turned toward Haniel in time to see his eyes widen.
It was Pyriah's turn to wear a smug, slightly mocking smile as she stepped into the straps. They formed a comfortable harness around her waist and thighs, which she pulled tight. "Nothing but a troop of women to keep me company," she said sweetly, "remember?"
The tapered cylinder tucked down into a metal ring just above the wet folds of Pyriah's pussy, and she settled its base into place against the hood of her clitoris. Bending back over the chest, she produced a small vial and poured a handful of sweet-smelling oil into her palm, which she rubbed briskly into the phallic toy. There was an undeniable temptation to make the Fallen go without the comfort of lubrication...but she was, after all, trying to tempt him back into righteousness, not torture him. Besides, he was looking nicely cowed now that the dildo had come out.
Haniel, kneeling on all fours with his wings half-spread above him, swallowed loudly despite Pyriah's show of lubing up the big black shaft. His eyes tracked the bobbing tip with obvious apprehension as Pyriah moved back to the center of the tent and sank to her knees behind him. She slapped a palm down on Haniel's reddened ass and squeezed it lovingly, first one cheek and then the other.
"And now," she purred in tones of deep satisfaction, "we see just how much of my loving goodness your Fallen body can 'embrace.' My angels can take all seven inches without straining...how well do you think you'll do?"
Grinning, she pressed the smooth tip of the toy to Haniel's backside and rubbed it up and down. The slippery oil was already warm from the hot, close air of the tent. It covered Haniel's flesh with a smooth sheen that gleamed in the red light. Pyriah released the toy and fingered the Fallen's dark hole lovingly, watching it yield and stretch as she slid a slippery fingertip in and out. She could see the smooth pouch of flesh between Haniel's thighs sway with her thrusts, his hardened member rising out of sight against his belly. Her finger tugged in a slow, gentle circle.
Pyriah leaned forward. Her breasts brushed Haniel's wings. Soot-streaked feathers framed the gentle swells as they swayed back and forth, stirred by the movement of her wrist. Almost delicately, she slipped her finger free and traced one last circle around the wet, loosened entrance to Haniel's body. He shivered beneath her. Pyriah could hear his breathing. They rubbed togeth
er, one set of sweaty thighs against the other in the hot, still air of the tent.
"Are you ready?" Pyriah whispered. She gripped her strap-on with one hand; bent its tip to nestle up against Haniel's rear end. He groaned and bowed his head over his bound hands.
"Goddamn angels," the Fallen croaked. His smooth baritone had become raspy and tense. He shuddered as Pyriah gave a tiny rock of her hips, pressing the rounded tip of the toy to his wet flesh. "You act so high and mighty, but you're just a bunch of sluts, you know that? You're – ahh! – just a bunch of sluts!"
Pyriah smirked, took a grip on her captive's curly hair, and shoved forward without a word. She heard him grunt as the toy found its mark and slid home: deep into the Fallen's body it went, stretching his dark rim around it. Slippery oil dripped down between his sculpted butt cheeks as Pyriah pressed deeper, one hand kneading at each smooth curve in turn. She tugged lightly on his hair. "Who's a slut?" the angel asked in a warning tone. "Which of us is getting fucked in the bum right now?" She lifted her hand from his bottom for a moment; brought it down again in a brisk slap. Haniel jerked and swore softly. Pyriah, grinning, spanked him on the other cheek for good measure.
"That's right," she said, pleased, "you're the one with a cock in your ass. A nice thick cock in your slutty little ass. That's the kind of thing you Fallen like, isn't it?" She drew her hips back and gave a second thrust, working the slick oil in and out of his tight passage with the toy. "Nasty, naughty, sexy things. Oh yes. You're such bad boys, aren't you?"
Chuckling, Pyriah ran her hand up from Haniel's buttocks to his back. She rubbed his warm skin, savoring the hardness of his body beneath her palm. Her captive groaned, shifted, and moved his knees further apart, sinking lower toward the dusty ground as Pyriah bent her body over his. Her hips began to work in a slow, steady rhythm, thrusting the toy in and out.
"You like that?" Pyriah asked, stroking Haniel's spine. "You like my dick in you? I think you must. You're getting awfully hard." Her hand left the Fallen's back; traced around the slight taper of his waist to caress his belly. His cock lay there, waiting for her with its tip pointed straight up toward his chin, and Pyriah wrapped her hand possessively around it. Haniel shuddered, arched his back, and moaned.
Pyriah rubbed her thumb against the soft tip of Haniel's cock. She traced its rim, stroking the underside of the fleshy dome. The Fallen's back tensed beneath her. She could feel his buttocks straining against her thighs, clenching down on the toy buried in his body. Pyriah had slid the whole length in almost without noticing, filling Haniel with a generous helping of firm, slightly-yielding rubber and plenty of sweet-smelling oil.
Her fingers slick with the warm lube, Pyriah began to run her hand slowly up and down Haniel's cock. He grunted and tried to thrust; she stilled him with a swat on the ass. "Not yet," the angel whispered. She pressed her breasts to Haniel's shoulders and nipped at his ear. "Beg for it first. Ask me to stroke your cock. Say 'please.'"
Haniel groaned. His head swayed from side to side for a moment, dark curls bobbing. The hard shaft twitched in Pyriah's hand. "Goddamn angels," Haniel repeated. "Yes, all right – please, you crazy bitch! Please stroke my cock...god, that's good." Groaning, he arched his back, his wings brushing the walls of the tent as he pressed himself back against Pyriah's hips. The toy reached deep inside him, rubbing against taut walls of flesh, and Pyriah felt him shudder with pleasure. She tightened her grip and gave his shaft a playful tug.
"If you're going to call me nasty names," she said, "we can stop right now and go back to whipping you. Would you like me to do that?"
Haniel's hips shivered against hers. "No," he said hastily, "no, thank you. Don't, ah, don't stop...don't stop doing that. Please."
Pyriah chuckled. "That's better," she said. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and began to stroke up and down. Haniel's shaft throbbed beneath her touch, hot and hard and slicked with oil and sweat. Even gripping tightly, Pyriah's hand slid easily along it, forming a wet sheath for the trembling Fallen.
"There we are," Pyriah whispered. Her hips and hand stroked at the same steady pace, sliding her toy in deep with each tug on Haniel's cock. She could feel her pussy dripping beneath the base of the rubber shaft; it bounced and twisted teasingly against her clit as she worked it back and forth. "That's it," she panted, "take my cock. Take it deep!"
Pyriah was dimly aware that her half-formed plan of luring the Fallen back with promises of angelic love was slipping away from her. All that seemed to matter was the moment, and wringing as much shared pleasure from Haniel's bound body as possible. Her pussy ached, desperate and needy, but she savored the lustful hunger – it warmed her belly, making a potent antidote to the dull ache of being too far from Heaven.
The important thing was to stay in charge, she reminded herself sternly. That was what really mattered. Take that Fallen flesh and dominate it! Her rubber cock slid in and out, squelching with lube, and Pyriah grinned foolishly down at it. He looked so good bent over beneath her, his ass offered up like an altar for her pleasure. Her free hand ran all over Haniel's body: his back, his buttocks; his thighs. With her other hand, she worked his cock, angling it slightly away from his body and stroking it briskly. She could feel a needy clenching in the Fallen's body, and knew his release was nearing.
"...make you cum," Pyriah heard herself whispering. She licked her lips; tasted sweat in the stifling air. "Fuck you and make you cum. Fuck your ass. Make it mine. Stretch you out and fuck you hard. Little Fallen slut! Fuck you in the ass 'til you cum."
The obscenities spilled from her lips in a constant stream, surprising even Pyriah with their earnestness. Excitement surged through her body, and not just from the rhythmic slapping of the toy against her clit. It felt good to curse at him; to share her secret plans and needs. Fighting the Fallen and their minions was not enough – Pyriah needed to dominate them! She was an angel of the Lord. It was her rightful place to make these lesser creatures bow before her. All in the name of the Heavenly Presence, of course...but as the most senior angel in her company, Pyriah was the closest official representative. She would make Haniel bow down and worship her, and by extension her Lord.
Satisfied with the plan, Pyriah grabbed Haniel by the hair and tugged sharply. Holding his dark curls like a pair of reins, she pounded his ass with all the strength in her well-muscled legs. Her hand flew up and down his cock until her wrist ached from the effort. Lube dripped between her fingers and off the base of the strap-on, churned into a frothy foam by their movements. Both angels were moaning loudly, and the slapping sound of her hips against his buttocks echoed in the hot air.
"Cumming," Haniel gasped in a hoarse voice, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming. Don't stop, god, please don't stop!"
Grinning triumphantly, Pyriah slammed her cock in and out of his ass and worked his dick with her hand. She shook her head from side to side, blonde waves of hair floating around her like a halo. "Not gonna stop," she promised, nearly as breathless as he was. "Not gonna stop 'til you cum. Gonna fuck you. Gonna fuck you and make you cum all over. Cum like a slutty boy, cum while I fuck you...cum for me!"
Haniel gave a jerk and cried out. His cock pulsed in Pyriah's hand, swelling against her. She gripped him tight and let her lube-slicked fingers slide to the base of his shaft. Cupping her palm against his balls, Pyriah held on tight to Haniel's crotch and gave a moan of delight as she felt him pump his first thick, hot rope of cum out onto the ground beneath them. She rammed her rubber cock in as deep as it would go and held in there. Her body pressed down tight against his back. Long spurts of spunk sprayed from between her fingers, painting Haniel's cock, Pyriah's hand, and a goodly stretch of tanned angel thigh with gleaming white stains.
Finally, with a groan, Haniel went limp beneath Pyriah, and his twitching cock subsided. Pyriah ran her fingers from the base to the tip, milking a last, gleaming droplet out onto one of Haniel's trembling legs, and with a satisfied smirk she leaned backward. The black rubber dildo slid from Haniel's ass in a sin
gle smooth pull and sprang free, making a soft popping sound as the tip swung upward toward the ceiling of the tent.
Pyriah gave the Fallen's softening cock one last squeeze and let her hand uncurl from around it. She flexed her fingers for a moment, then trailed them teasingly along Haniel's thigh, stopping to swirl a fingertip gently about in the sticky cumstains pooling on his skin. Lifting her hand to her lips, Pyriah licked playfully at the salty-tasting sheen.
"Mmm," she murmured approvingly, "you were a good boy, weren't you? You made a nice mess for your Mistress. There's a good angel..."
Stroking his hair, Pyriah dipped her hand back down and rubbed along Haniel's thighs, gathering up more of his thick splooge. The taste was on her tongue, and she wanted more of it – thick, strong, and musky, it seemed to go straight to the back of her brain and trigger some deep, primal urge, making her even more aggressive than she was already feeling. Giddily, she grinned and lapped a second load of spunk from her fingertips. Dominating him felt so good! She had made him cum, and made him beg for it, and...well...if that was all she had managed so far, it was still a good start on other things. Other, more useful things, which would turn her captive and his knowledge into a valuable resource for the Heavenly Host.
She would get around to it soon, she was sure.
Pyriah rose on unsteady legs and stripped the leather harness from her thighs. Tossing the straps and toy aside, she circled around in front of Haniel, looking him over with a watchful eye. He hardly looked a threat, crouched on his hands and knees – his head was bowed, the dark eyes staring down at the stains on his thighs, and his wings were folded over the curve of his dripping rear end. It was hard to imagine him springing to his feet and giving battle, or even speaking harshly to Pyriah. She smiled smugly. Clearly, her plan had worked. She reached down to give her pussy a triumphant little rub.
