The Fallen One

In the misty morning, Nymph could see the particles dance as she exhaled. She had no passion for being up this early, but fate called her to do so. She knew her calling in this life… the absorption of pain… the direction of pleasure… she was bound to this existence as penance. Being cast out because she couldn’t or wouldn’t abide by the rules.

Nymph, while absolutely feminine, is no woman. Nor is she man. Nymph, as she is occupying this existence, is possibility. She can morph herself to whatever someone requires to receive that pleasure and absorb that pain. This is the punishment for banishment… for being fallen… this and the scars.

Eons ago, Nymph was carefree, joyous, and happy. Living in paradise and being able to deliver pleasure to so many. But… pleasure was never to be taken... never to be received. Only to provide. While this may seem unfair, angels are servants, meant to make paradise perfect for souls, not themselves. But for Nymph, that was unfair.

Nymph moved through the mist at a brisk pace, knowing she would be out of it soon. She had no plan, just a burning direction of where to go. She felt the push towards the local bar… she knew the next soul to be saved was there.

Lennox sat on the stool furthest from the door. He had an old habit that he could never kick… never too close, always have an exit. Lennox was a runner… while capable in a fight, he’d spent his life running from things. Abusive parents and siblings, schools that had failed him, even a beautiful marriage, cut short by his wife’s infidelity.

He sat, fingers curled around the glass of bourbon, hoping he would find something at the bottom of it. Some hidden meaning to his life. Some iota of understanding. ANYTHING that would bring him peace. He prayed for help.

He knocked the glass back, draining the brown elixir, but nothing appeared. No grand epiphany. No sudden rush of euphoria. Nothing. It’s no wonder why people stop believing. As the next round found its way in front of him, the cool night poured into the room. A new face had entered, someone unfamiliar to all, except Lennox.

He couldn’t place it… but Lennox felt he knew this woman. Her feminine yet dangerously strong features caused him to stare. A woman whose mere presence in a room caused men to stare… but not only from her appearance. This woman had an aura about her. Something, something not of this world was drawing him to her. He couldn’t explain it… he didn’t understand it… but he felt the need to seek her out… find comfort in her… tell her every single terrible thing that had happened in his life, as if that would somehow make him feel whole again…

Nymph scanned the bar room. Usually there was never a question who she was there for, but this place was filled with so much pain, her sense of purpose was clouded. But eventually, she felt the stare from across the bar. She quickly met his gaze, driving her intense stare right back at him. While it would cause most to quiver and look away, this man… this mere mortal stared right back.

Without breaking the stare, she walked over to him. Her stiletto heels clacking on the tile floor. Her tight jeans hugging her perfectly, her hips showing just a hint of a thin strap, and the leather corset top pushing her breasts high on her chest. Nymph was a temptress. Men were helpless against her. Her full figure was something she worked so exquisitely that she was every man’s fantasy. This was her purpose on this plane of existence… and it was time for her to work.

Nymph settled onto the stool next to Lennox, “You look like you need a friend… or maybe just someone to listen, please call me Nymph…”

Lennox was struck by her voice. Something lyrical in the words despite the sound being husky and hot. It was the juxtaposition that made him feel so at ease. That she was someone who could listen to him… make him feel better… make him feel, all while turning him on.

He composed himself and finally found some words. “Why would you want to listen to me about anything? I’m Lennox, by the way.”

“Easy… because you look like you have something to say and listening is what I do best… well, maybe second best.” She gave him a flirty yet wicked grin.

Nymph had been doing this work for a millennia… her penance for going against the edict of God. She knew how to work men. Listen to them, flirt with them, fuck them, absorb their pain, move on. She was great at it. That was her plan here… except something was plucking at her. Something about THIS man… intrigued her.

Nymph took a moment to soak Lennox in… he was objectively handsome. A strong jaw line, slightly hidden by a full beard. A head of hair that would make most women jealous, red and luscious, flowing down his head in loose curls that ended just below his jawline. His tendency to push the hair all backwards tended to leave those curls framing his face perfectly. He was fit and she assumed tall given how he appeared on the stool. He was definitely one that she would remember.

Lennox wasn’t sure how it happened, but he found himself pouring his heart out to this woman. He touched on his wife cheating with his best friend, how school hadn’t caught his dyslexia, his parents screaming matches and his father taking the belt to him after, just because he was there. He realized he had told her things that no one had ever been told. His own wife… now ex-wife didn’t know about his father’s actions. Didn’t know about his step-dads attempts to have him. Didn’t know about running from every foster home he was placed in… didn’t know him. Not like this woman did.

Nymph sat and listened to his story. Over time she had basically heard everything that could be done to another living soul. But Lennox… his story struck her. His childhood trauma was so deep that she could feel it becoming a ball of fire in her own body. She became so filled with internal rage that a fire in her eyes ignited. And she knew… with that fire came the scar... and with that scar came the haunt.

She felt it form under her leather corset. She placed her hand on her side and felt the burn through the leather. She shuddered when it was done… she felt he was now a part of her… bonded with her for the rest of his existence. But she had a second task to complete. One that she actually enjoyed.

In paradise, Nymph was never allowed to find pleasure. She wasn’t allowed to seek it out, take it, or receive it. It was only given by her. But here… in this existence… she could have all she wanted. She spent eternity being denied and she was making up for it. And, Lennox… well Lennox was the next sacrifice to that.

Nymph saw her prey and pounced. “Baby, I am so sorry that you have had all that happen to you… but it sounds like you need more than just a friend… it sounds like you need someone to take your mind off all of this… I’d love to be that person for you, Lennox… Will you let me be that person for you?”

Lennox hadn’t had a woman since even before he left his ex-wife. Their marriage had been dead for years before she finally stepped out. He didn’t blame her. He blamed himself. He knew everything that was wrong in his mind and soul but he chose to bury it. He chose to ignore it and it ate him from the inside.

But he had an opportunity here to reverse that terrible trend… even if this was just a quick fling… this woman was intoxicating… she was breathtaking… she was intimidating… and he was just drunk enough to be bold.

“I would love for you to be that person. What did you have in mind?

Lennox and Nymph were on each other as soon as they entered Lennox’s meager apartment. While his large 6’6” 250lb body completely dwarfed hers, she was absolutely running this show. She had Lennox against the wall and partially stripped while she worked his significant manhood with her lips, tongue, and throat. Coaxing all nine inches out of its hiding. Lennox could do nothing but put his head back and savor the feeling. His hand drifted up to Nymph’s head to take control but it was met with a muffled “nope” and a swift pinch of his scrotum… THIS was what Nymph was great at… and a man trying to dominate her was just a waste of time.

She worked his wonderful cock with all she had, taking him deep and swallowing the head. Each time hearing his reactions and feeling his cock twitch and his balls lurch upwards. She grabbed them and yanked them down, keeping his body from processing the orgasm. She wanted to feel this massive member in her… wanted to take advantage of the ability to feel pleasure… wanted to remember this for her eternity.

Nymph heard Lennox saying he was close… so much for a long lasting experience. She decided to finish him with her mouth. Swallowing the head hard, she used the back of her tongue to massage the sensitive glans beneath the base of the head. She felt the surge within his body and the almost immediate flood of seed flooding her mouth and flowing into her open throat. She grabbed his testes and lifted them up, massaging them in her hands while she continued to throat him.

He shuddered and tried to stumble back but he was already against the wall. She hollowed her cheeks, making one last ditch effort to either salvage this magnificently hard cock or get all his sweet seed out. She only received the latter…. Or so she thought.

She stood and Lennox grabbed her aggressively, smashing his lips onto hers, searching her mouth with his tongue. Nymph, a bit surprised given what she had just done, savored his passion and stepped into him. She instantly felt that he was still rock hard. No drop, no softness, just a rigid cock standing at full mast. Maybe this would be a night to remember…

Lennox grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom. Nymph was shedding clothes as they walked, keeping only her leather corset on, but releasing her large perfect breasts from their confines. Lennox spun around and crushed into her. His large well worked hands took her soft breasts into them, massaging them softly and kneading them. Picking up the left, he placed her nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue over it. Biting slightly and sucking hard, bringing a delightful tingle to Nymph’s entire body.

Nymph spun him around and shoved him hard, causing him to fall on his bed. She quickly climbed up, straddling his lower thighs, she dropped down and took his entire cock in her mouth, getting him deep in her throat so all those thick strands of saliva would coat his massive head.

She pulled back up, reached into her mouth and grabbed those same strands, pulling them out and stroking her pussy, getting her tight entrance ready to take such a massive intrusion. She scooted up and allowed the crown to part her… lining him up she sunk down, never stopping, inch by inch, her mouth dropping from the massive member scraping her insides. She hit her limit and reached down… two inches still remaining… FUCK…

“Oh my god… I’m already going to cum…. Don’t you fucking move.”

Nymph started to grind her hips back and forth, working his cock, working her body… she felt the pressure build… she felt the desire hit its peak… she felt…

“FUCK YES!!!”

Nymph came on his cock. No thrusting, no touching her clit, or pinching her nipples… just from the size of his dick.

She flooded with her creamy goodness. The thick cum coating his cock and sliding even more of his delicious meat into her. She lifted herself up, then dropped back down, forcing the last inch and a half deep inside her. She felt a slight sting but quickly turned to pure pleasure.

She began to work her hips. No need for Nymph to take a break, she was made for fucking. She could go for hours, orgasm after orgasm. While theoretically appealing, Nymph was never satisfied. These men poured their problems into her and she took them… then they poured their attempts at please into her as well and she would sulk away… disappointed and unsatisfied. But… Lennox had already cum once… had kept that impressive cock ready… and wasn’t looking anywhere near complete… maybe tonight would be the night.

Her clit found the root of his cock and she rubbed it with all her abilities. Rocking back and forth, using her hips, flexing her ass, telling Lennox to fill her with his seed, make her his. She leaned forward to kiss him, but he stopped her.

He grabbed her by the biceps and quickly pinned them behind her back. Nymph was not used to being forced to do anything… but she allowed it… for now. Lennox lifted her up slightly, removing her clit from his root, but giving him space to start fucking her from below. There she stayed, slightly suspended only by his strength and having her pussy pounded by this man’s enormous member.

Nymph felt her head fall as the second orgasm hit. She was panting, moaning, screaming, begging for it to continue.

“YES, YES, YES, PLEASE DON’T STOP… SO FUCKING CLOSE”

Lennox let go of her biceps as he slammed his cock up, causing her to fall and increasing the intensity of his thrust. She came… instantly… more of her cream frothing up on his cock. She kept the orgasm going by griding down on his dick, rubbing the head on her most sensitive spots…. Eventually she began to slow… her breathing calmed… her heart rate slowed… but he remained firmly inside of her. She could feel his pulse… feel the random twitches… he wanted more…

Finally he spoke. Calm but intense… he brought her close and whispered to her…

“That’s my good girl… Such a good girl… Now… do me proud and go down and clean yourself off my cock… but first… bring me that pussy to eat.”

Without even thinking, Nymph climbed off, spun around and placed her pussy squarely on his face. She felt his tongue slip into her well fucked hole. He moaned as the first bit of her cream hit his tongue. She had tasted it… she knew it was fucking delicious.

She turned her attention to his cock. It was covered in her juice and squirt… as was the rest of him. She began licking it up like a dripping ice cream cone. Finding every bit of cream from the root to the tip, even forcing the tip of her tongue into his cock slit. He moaned deeply into her pussy and he continued to lick. He reached up and brought a hard smack onto her ass cheek. She jumped forward and he got his wish… her tight hole came into his view and he dove it, driving his tongue into the depths of her body, prying the ring open and driving a pointed tongue as deep as he could. She pushed back, fucking her own ass with his tongue. She knew what was next… she wanted every moment of it.

She took his cock back in her mouth, again searching for the saliva from deep in her throat. She choked herself on his cock, bringing as much as she could up. She spit it on his cock and rubbed it in. Repeating that several times.

“If you are going to open me up with that, now is the time. I fucking want it.”

“Then do it.”

Nymph hopped off him, went to the wall, leaned over and put her palms out. Her ass, fully exposed was ready to be taken. Lennox walked over and kneeled down… He looked at the pretty little star and lightly rubbed it. She moaned so loud..

“Please… don’t fucking tease me.”

Lennox reached into his own mouth and pulled out as much saliva as he could, rubbing it on her hole. He stood up, took his cock in his hand and lined it up. She tried to push back to hurry him but he pulled back and slapped her ass hard.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk… naughty girls don’t get this cock… Are you going to be good?”

Nymph thought she had heard enough, she turned and quickly Lennox was on her. His hand found her throat, squeezing slightly… she moaned… she felt her pussy gush… her nipples got harder… her desire furthered… For the first time she wanted to be taken… to be fucked instead of fuck. She wanted to be owned… she wanted this man to make her say stop. She wanted to be outlasted.

“Yes, sir… I’ll be good.”

He let her go and she resumed her position. He took his cock, still slick from their efforts and thrust into her. No warning, no tenderness, no sympathy.

“That’s what happens when you’re not a good girl.”

’OH fuck… Yes, sir… I’m sorry sir.”

The sting… that sweet twinge of pain was something that Nymph missed. It reminded her how to feel. It reminded her of home… it reminded her of what she actually wanted in her existence.

Lennox began to saw his cock in and out. Seemingly not caring about Nymph but wanting only to claim her ass as his. But she was in her own zone. She loved anal… the taboo history, the process, the dirty feeling, the pain… she loved it all.

He picked up his pace and she kept up. Thrusting back to meet each stroke. She reached down and began to rub her clit. Another orgasm just around the corner and she was sprinting towards it. She heard him say he was going to cum and she reached her release.

She felt him flood her deep with his seed and she instantly hit her release. Her body spasmed and clamped her tight hole on his seemingly even larger cock. He winced from the pressure, trying to keep stroking in and out but he couldn’t. He gave it everything he had and thrust into her, his final rope of cum erupting inside her. She came again… right on top of the first. Clamping down even harder on the root of his cock, holding every drop of blood in its ample chambers. He ground his hips into her and she shuddered and felt her knees go weak….

“Lennox… help”

He caught her just as she began to drop. He pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty and dirty as his massive load began to leak from her gaping hole. He placed her on her side and began to clean her up with a wet towel.

He was gentle, reassuring, and soft spoken. He covered her in a sheet, but not before first taking off her corset… exposing her scars. He studied them. Seeing the pink edges of some obviously fresh while others had nearly blended back into her regular skin tone. There was no pattern… no obvious rhyme or reason to them… it was just madness.