by Liamson
Every instinct screamed at Agent Jagger, warning him to keep the angel moving. That if he let the angel stop and rest, he was going to regret it later. But when Nathaniel spun around and looked at Agent Jagger with his big, brown eyes, remorse overwhelmed the muscular agent. “Fine, you can rest for a few minutes,” he spat. “But only for a few minutes.” Agent Jagger saw a large boulder nearby. “Sit over there and don’t try anything…” he glanced at Nathaniel, realizing just how effeminate the angel really was. “…funny,” he finished.
Nathaniel narrowed his eyes, wondering if there was malice in the older man’s voice. He walked over to the rock and sat down. He spread his legs outward. He wished he could do the same with his hands, but they were currently handcuffed behind his head. He hoped relaxing like this would give him a burst of energy.
Agent Jagger wanted to look away, but knew he had to keep an eye on the angel. His eyes traveled over the angel’s body. Even though Nathaniel was frailer than he was used to, he couldn’t help but gaze at Nathaniel’s cock. He wasn’t sure if he was imagining things, but it almost appeared as if Nathaniel was half-hard. Like maybe being handcuffed like he was actually could be a major turn-on.
Agent Jagger’s cock strained in his pants. “Fuck,” he whispered. He’d done such a good job of repressing his urges while he was on this case. But this case lasted longer than he expected. Normally he’d have taken care of this by now, but he didn’t like masturbating or fucking anyone while on a mission.
But damn if he wasn’t all horned up right now.
****
Damien sat cross-legged on the ground, arms crossed. He didn’t have a watch on, so he didn’t know how long he’d been sitting there, but it felt like an eternity. He gazed at the night sky, wondering if anyone had heard his prayer.
His heart sank the longer he sat there alone. His mind running several thousand miles a minute, he started to figure out why some humans thought prayer was a bunch of shit. Hell, if his own kind couldn’t answer an angel’s prayers, why would they answer normal humans’?
Frustration growing to a fever pitch, he was about to stand up when a shadow crossed his face. Literally. The night sky darkened, blocking out the moonlight. Damien rose to his feet and glanced upward. Several winged shadows flew in the sky, blocking out the moonlight.
Yes! Now this is what he was talking about! Damien leapt up and whooped in celebration. Finally, reinforcements were here. Once they found out what Nathaniel did, they’d make sure he’d pay.
And Damien was going to have a front row seat as he enacted his revenge.
****
Blaine stood in front of Prince Cody, his backside facing the demon prince. He’d been standing there for a few minutes now, and Prince Cody hadn’t commanded him to do anything else. He wondered if this was one of Prince Cody’s techniques—maybe the demon prince was testing how long he could follow orders.
But just in case, he looked over his shoulder. Sure enough, Prince Cody was still on the throne, buck naked, stroking his cock. Blaine’s jaw dropped as his eyes traveled up and down the demon prince’s chiseled chest. His skin was perfect—there were absolutely no blemishes or freckles. His cock was impressive too. Blaine guesstimated it to be about twelve inches. Were Prince Cody to fuck him, it’d be the largest cock Blaine would ever take.
“Um, Prince Cody? I don’t want to be—” he paused to search for the right word, “insolent or anything…but what would you like to do next?”
Prince Cody’s eyes were fixated on Blaine’s pert, yet firm ass. He rose from his throne and slowly stepped onto the cold, damp grass. A few steps later, he was now in front of Blaine’s ass. To answer Blaine’s question, he sank to his knees and wedged his face between Blaine’s ass cheeks. Prince Cody slammed his tongue into the man’s crack and started jutting in and out. Blaine moaned, which made Prince Cody’s already hard cock grow thicker. A droplet of pre-cum appeared at the tip of his cock. Though he was eager to fuck his tribute, he knew it would be better if he waited. The foreplay would strengthen the bond between them and the orgasms would be unbelievable. So he continued using his tongue to work Blaine’s hole. “Are you sure you’re not a virgin?” Prince Cody asked, tongue still between his tribute’s cheeks.
The sensation of breath against his ass crack sent shivers down Blaine’s spine. He wished he was in front of a tree so he could use it to steady himself. He was sure his knees would give out any second. “Hardly,” he grinned.
“Damn,” Prince Cody joked. “I was kind of looking forward to defiling you.”
“I’m up for roleplaying,” Blaine answered a bit too quickly.
“Well, that certainly makes things a lot more interesting.” Prince Cody spat into Blaine’s ass and continued fucking him with his tongue.
11.
Agent Jagger watched Nathaniel, who was still sitting on the rock. The angel claimed he needed to rest, but now he appeared to be fine. And that was the real problem. Agent Jagger was sure that the angel was teasing him by posing in sexual positions on that rock. That explained the unexpected urges he was feeling in the pit of his groin. He never got hard or horny during missions. Ever.
“You’re not using some kinda charm power on me, are you?”
Nathaniel threw a questioning expression at Agent Jagger. He’d wondered where the large agent had learned that fact from. While it was true that angels could charm anyone they were looking at, most angels chose not to use that power. If humans learned that angels could charm them into acting differently or lowering their inhibitions, all Hell—he groaned at his own word choice—would certainly break loose. “No. Don’t you think that if I didn’t want to come willingly, I’d have several ways of ensuring my escape?”
Agent Jagger’s gray eyebrows knitted together. The angel had a point. He could easily free himself, yet here he was, doing everything he said—which gave him an idea. He walked over in front of Nathaniel, looming before the angel. He glanced at the angel’s cock, which was now flaccid. He reached up and unlocked the handcuffs, which clanked loudly on the ground.
Nathaniel grabbed both of his wrists, rubbing the pain out of them. He looked at Agent Jagger strangely, wondering why the surly agent had set him free. Normally he wouldn’t complain, but Nathaniel’s heart was now racing.
“Stroke yourself,” Agent Jagger commanded. He hoped that he could use his gargantuan, muscled body to intimidate the angel into doing what he wanted.
Nathaniel’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open in shock. “W-what?” He wasn’t sure he heard the Agent right. He glanced down at his groin, and, sure enough, his cock was starting to thicken.
“I said,” Agent Jagger drawled slowly, “stroke. Yourself.” He spread his legs apart and put his hands on his hips. “I’m waiting.”
A mixture of fear and pleasure coursing through him, Nathaniel wrapped his fingers around his cock and started stroking. At first, Nathaniel wasn’t sure if he could get into masturbating on command, but all of his hesitation melted away after a few strokes.
“Now, put two of your fingers into my mouth, and then play with your cock head.” Agent Jagger ordered.
Moving on autopilot, Nathaniel rose from the rock, and, as if in a daze, approached Agent Jagger, placing two fingers in front of the older man’s jaw.
Agent Jagger grabbed Nathaniel’s wrist, opened his mouth, and plunged two fingers into his mouth. Agent Jagger caressed Nathaniel’s fingers with his tongue, lathering them up real good. He wanted Nathaniel to have a physical reminder that it was because of him that he would be coming. Satisfied, he released Nathaniel’s fingers from his mouth, spun Nathaniel around and guided him back to the rock. “Sit down and jack off.”
Nathaniel’s mind was still spinning as he returned to the rock. As he placed his slicked up fingers on the tip of his cock and began enjoying the sensations of masturbating, it suddenly hit him why he became a Fallen Angel. He enjoyed sex far too much to deny himself. He was surpr
ised he lasted in the Service as long as he did. The wetness of Agent Jagger’s saliva sent ripples of pleasure shooting through his body. The combination of masturbating along with taking orders from a stranger was too much for him. An explosion of his white, milky fluid splattered all over his stomach.
A satisfied smirk crossed Agent Jagger’s face. “Guess you angels aren’t as pure as people think you are.” Agent Jagger walked closer to the rock. He grabbed Nathaniel’s legs and spread them wide, inspecting the angel’s asshole. It was pink and puckering, just the way he liked them. Draping Nathaniel’s legs over his shoulder, he reached for his belt and started unbuckling.
Before Nathaniel could protest and before Agent Jagger could make his next move, a shadow fell upon them. Eyes traveling past Agent Jagger, Nathaniel saw a flock of angels descending towards the ground.
Nathaniel had never been so happy to see his own kind. Fear evaporating to adrenaline, he rose from the rock and ran towards Damien. He placed his hands on Damien’s shoulder and wrapped him into a hug. “Oh my God, Damien. I am so glad to see you!”
Damien shoved Nathaniel away. His face distorted in anger. “Seriously? Do you really not remember what happened not even an hour ago?”
Nathaniel’s delighted expression fell to despair. “I-I was just trying to complete my mission.” He tried to defend himself but failed miserably and started stammering. “I was hoping that if I did what He wanted, He’d take me back.”
Agent Jagger took a few steps forward, listening intently to the angels’ conversation. After some of the missions he participated in, he wasn’t too fond of the creatures in the Vargr realm, regardless of whose side they were on. As far as he was concerned, any Vargr creature was a nuisance and deserved to be exterminated. He continued to quietly observe the scene unfolding before him, his eyes traveling between Damien and Nathaniel as they spoke.
“If He deserves to take anyone back, it’s me! You tricked me into losing everything! You really think He’s going to take you back?” Damien scoffed. Some people were really delusional. He looked over his shoulder at his flock, who were ready to attack at Nathaniel at any moment.
Nathaniel shrugged his shoulders. Milliseconds later, wings protruded from his back and spread to their full wingspan. He spun around and glared at Damien. “Oh, well. Can’t blame a guy for trying, right?” He bent his knees and prepared to fly off into the night sky. Just as his legs were about to leap from the ground, a strong arm once again prevented him from going anywhere. Annoyed, Nathaniel looked over at Agent Jagger, who, sure enough, was the one who was blocking his escape route. “Do you mind? Trying to complete my mission here.”
“And do you actually know where you’re going?” Agent Jagger asked. The crestfallen expression on Nathaniel’s face confirmed his suspicions. He leaned over to the angel and whispered conspiratorially, “On the count of three, grab me and fly off. I’ll take you back to your boy.”
Nathaniel nodded his agreement. He didn’t like putting his life into Agent Jagger’s hands, especially after what had transpired just moments before Damien and his flock appeared. But he really had no other choice. He planted his feet into the ground, waiting for his signal.
Agent Jagger reached for his belt. Digging around one of the many pouches, he found what he was searching for. He gripped the round object and brought it right in front of his face. Before Damien and his flock of angels could comprehend what was happening, Agent Jagger pulled the pin from the circular grenade. He tossed the grenade right into the grass before Damien’s feet. “Now!” he shouted.
Nathaniel held onto Agent Jagger tight and leapt into the air. Agent Jagger was larger than most of his travelers, so he had to use some extra strength to get them away from the scene quickly. Just as they broke the treetops, a blinding flash of light appeared behind them.
Agent Jagger glanced down and smirked at what he saw. Damien and his flock of angels were knocked unconscious. “That should keep them out for a while,” he drawled before laughing conceitedly.
“Thanks for the bailout there,” Nathaniel said through gritted teeth. He kind of hated that he had to be polite to Agent Jagger until the older man led him to Blaine. “Now it’s your turn to keep your end of the bargain.”
Agent Jagger sneered sinisterly as he gave Nathaniel directions to the Blood Prince’s location.
****
Prince Cody’s head was still between Blaine’s ass-cheeks. Blaine had been rimmed before, but no one elicited the pleasure that Prince Cody had. “Prince Cody, sir,” Blaine said in passionate moans, “I need you inside me. Right. Now.”
Prince Cody sneered wickedly. “Blaine, dear, do you realize that your mere mention of wanting me to fuck you makes me want to deny you my large cock?”
Blaine whimpered. His vision blurred, and he was sure that the forest was spinning dizzily around. “Y-you’re overwhelming my senses,” he panted. “I need you to fuck me back to reality.”
“Well, now that’s a twist,” Prince Cody observed. He rose to his feet and took a few steps back. Blaine’s broad, naked back was before him, and he had to admit, that ass of his was delicious enough for him to pound senseless. And, since Prince Cody had already been working Blaine’s ass, it was already slick enough for him to enter seamlessly. “Oh, all right, if you insist,” Prince Cody said in a mock hurt tone. He spat into his hands and slicked up his own shaft.
Prince Cody closed the space between him and Blaine. He eased the tip of his cock against Blaine’s entry. Blaine ground against Prince Cody’s cock, hoping that it would fill every inch of his insides. Sensing Blaine’s desire spurred Prince Cody on even more. He grabbed Blaine’s hips and was about to ram himself inside Blaine when something knocked him upside the head.
****
Prince Cody came to a few minutes later. Lying on the ground, he used one arm to prop him up to an almost all fours position and used his other arm to press a hand against the gnash on his head. “Who the fuck dares interrupt me and my tribute?” Prince Cody stood tall on his feed, ready to defend Blaine from whatever infidel ruined their sex. As Prince Cody stood, he recognized his guard, who was standing next to another naked man with wings—someone he definitely did not recognize.
“I dare,” the naked angel said, walking defiantly towards Prince Cody, pointing a thumb at himself. “I am here to rescue Blaine from your clutches.”
A nearby laugh disrupted the men out of their pissing contest. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Blaine said, walking in between both men. He glared at Nathaniel. While the angel was attractive, and while the sex they had was great, he saw no future between them. “Who even said I needed any rescuing?”
Nathaniel faltered. “I thought you might.” He was now thoroughly confused. He glanced at the naked and obviously aroused men. It took him a few moments to connect the dots. “But apparently I’m wrong.”
“I’m not some damsel in distress, you know.” Blaine crossed his arms and thrust his hips for dramatic effect. “I’m capable of making my own decisions.”
“I-I guess you don’t need any rescuing then,” Nathaniel said sadly. “I just thought that with what happened between us… and… and…” Nathaniel had trouble justifying his actions. Then, an idea crossed him. “He’s half-demon!” He said, pointing a finger accusatorially at Prince Cody.
Blaine raised his eyebrows at Prince Cody, secretly undressing Prince Cody’s human form to his demon form with his eyes. “Yeah, I think it’s kinda hot, actually. That was a lame attempt to break us apart. We’ve bonded on a level you can’t even imagine.”
Nathaniel closed his eyes tight. This wasn’t happening. Everything was going all wrong. He was going to swoop in, rescue Blaine from the Blood Prince, and they were going to live happily ever after. And he secretly hoped that even though he rescued Blaine from the Blood Prince, that since he technically fulfilled his mission before the rescue, that he might be let back into the Service.
“I find it quite
amusing that you’re trying to make yourself out to be the Good Samaritan here,” Prince Cody said slowly. Nathaniel’s mind raced as he stared at the Blood Prince, whose red eyes glowed briefly. “I put you in charge of bringing Blaine here to begin with. You expressed an interest in returning to God’s Service, and I offered this mission to you in good faith. And now you’re making it out to be like some punishment. Do you know I’ve murdered insolent whelps like you before breakfast?”
Blaine threw a hurt expression at Nathaniel. “Wait, let me get this straight. You were originally going to offer me as a sacrifice to make yourself look better in front of God?” He scoffed. “I can’t believe I ever let you touch me,” he said, laced with vitriol. Blaine glanced at the guard, making sure their eyes met. “Take him away. I don’t want to see him anymore.”
Agent Jagger grabbed Nathaniel’s arm. “You heard the tribute. We’re going to put you away for a long, long time.”
Nathaniel couldn’t believe this was how it was going to end. Instead of having his happily ever after with Blaine, he was now going to be a prisoner in Eden for who knew how long. Maybe this was some kind of karmic joke for what he did to Damien—when he thought about it like that, maybe he deserved whatever fate held for him.
“I bet you’ll be real popular in prison,” Agent Jagger sneered as he led Nathaniel away from the Blood Prince and his tribute. “Maybe I can give you some extra protection—for the right price.” Nathaniel groaned at the thought as he was taken to his fate. As a last-ditch effort to appeal to human decency, he shouted at Blaine, “You can’t leave me like this! We were meant to be together!”
But his pleas fell on deaf ears.
****
Now that they weren’t distracted by any unwanted visitors, Prince Cody and Blaine could get back to fucking. “I’m sorry for the ungrateful little shit of a visitor,” the demon prince spat. “No one should treat you like that and get away with it.”
