Captured
I am a Guardian Angel, Elysium thought to herself as she ran for her life. One wing hung limp to her side, dragging on the ground as she ran. A large gash at the base revealed the severed tendon that rendered the wing useless. Blood stained her snow white feathers.
Her pursuers were not far behind as they swept in on graceful black wings. They circled in the air, taking their time, toying with their prey.
Elysium's heart was pounding and her breathing had become ragged. Angels were not meant to travel this way. She continued to run, looking for something, anything she could use to help her get to safety.
Finally, as she turned farther in to the labyrinth of streets and alleyways, she spotted something. It was only a tiny niche but it would have to do. Taking a hard left, Elysium slipped into the doorway of one of the back alley shops. She tucked herself away, hoping to avoid the demons sight just long enough.
She whispered the words she had spoken many times over the centuries. "Gratia prae contritione spiritus in montem Domini." Slowly, she felt the flesh knit itself back together. Gently she tested the wing, and though pain still twinged, she prepared to launch herself into the sky.
Listening carefully, she waited to hear the sounds of the demons who had cornered her here. There was nothing. Carefully, Elysium poked her head out the doorway, scanning the skies for her attackers. There was nothing.
Feeling confident that she had managed to give them the slip, Elysium prepared to leap from her hiding place and into the sky. Spreading her wings as best she could in the cramped space, she knew she would have to fly hard and fast. She did not want to be caught in the air.
She sprung forward, intending to push off the building opposite her hiding place. She did not make it past the doorway.
Heavily muscled arms held her fast, their demonic strength over powering Elysium's thrashing. Channelling all of her angelic energy into one strike, she witnessed the demon's look of surprise when she plunged her blade into its belly.
As one demon fell, Elysium had barely turned away before she felt the searing pain. Looking down at her other hand, she only caught a glimpse of a toothy grin and the incapacitation sigil that had been branded into her flesh before the world went dark. She felt her body slump into a pair of waiting arms before she lost consciousness.
It was so cold. It didn't take long for Elysium to snap to consciousness once the demon had removed the sigil from her hand. But what she saw when she opened her eyes made her clench her eyes shut again.
The demon was leering at her from across a barren room. It was so cold that her breath came out in little clouds. Elysium found herself strapped to a bare stone table and worse yet she was completely naked.
Struggle though she might, the Angel Chains held her fast, giving her barely enough room to squirm. She could hear the demon chuckling to himself, the sound echoing off the bare walls. "Ooh dear, you are a fiesty one aren't you?" He commented as he got to his feet. "That always makes this more fun." He said as he strode forward.
Watching him warily as he crossed the room, Elysium found the courage to speak. "What do you want?" She demanded.
The demon continued to chuckle to himself as he approached, rubbing his palms together. "I never said I wanted anything dear." He paused, seeming to savor Elysium's discomfort. Then suddenly, he was before her, his face inches from hers as pressed his hand to her abdomen then up between her petite breasts. "In truth my dear I want it all." He continued. "I want your piety, your purity, even your sanctimonious pride." He whispered.
Elysium tried to squirm away, managing only to brush a very sensitive nipple against the demon's palm. "Don't touch me!" She spat, fear rising in her chest. She was alone, defenseless, and she was not even sure anyone knew where she was. She strained against her bindings willing them to break.
The demon took the opportunity, fondling her breast with his hand. "Ahh but my dear," he gloated, "I have not even begun! When I am finished you will be begging for more. A slave to the release only I can give you." He bragged. "But first, we must prime the pump!" He said gleefully.
Before Elysium could even react, the demon had mashed his lips against hers, prying with his tongue and teeth. He twisted his fingers in her white blonde hair, pulling until she growled in protest. Then his tongue slipped inside, assaulting her from within. His taste was particularly unpleasant and his thrashing tongue was choking her.
He gave her a wicked smile before yanking her hair to expose her neck. He kissed and licked her alabaster skin down her neck down her chest until he came to her rosebud nipples. Untangling his hand from her hair, he pinched one nipple between his fingers while he guided the other into his wretched mouth.
Elysium fought to keep her mind blank. The sensations... confused her. She had never considered this use of her physical body, never once explored in this way. Pain, fear and pleasure mingled within her, though she tried to resist.
Savoring her inner turmoil, the demon worked lower still as he traced his fingers down her body. With a flick of his fingers he elicited a surprised yelp from Elysium, causing heat and moisture to pool between her legs. "Ahh, already soaked I see." He murmured against her breast. The sensation sent shockwaves down through her body.
Caught between fear and ecstasy, Elysium froze. She felt the shockwaves returning as the demon slipped one finger and then two inside her. As he withdrew them he straightened, licking her juices from his fingers he sighed, "Delicious" he whispered. Reaching into his pocket he withdrew a small velvet bag and rolled the contents out into his palm. "I think you'll like this next part the most." He snickered.
In his hand was a small metallic object with some sigils carved into it that Elysium couldn't see. "What is that?" She snapped as the fear rose within her again.
The demon chuckled as he held the object in front of her face. "This, my dear, is your undoing." He smirked.
Though she still could not see the sigils, Elysium could feel the power and heat rolling off of the object. Slowly, the demon pressed the object to her lips sending tingles where it touched her skin. He traced it down from her lips, circling each breast as he went.
Instinctively, Elysium arched her back in response, a low moan escaping her throat. She didn't understand what was happening, but she wasn't sure that she wanted it to stop. Lower and lower, the demon traced the object until it was nestled within the apex between her legs.
Her hips bucked of their own accord, her legs falling open. She knew she shouldn't, she wanted to resist, but as the object pulsed with heat, she knew that she wouldn't.
Slowly, almost delicately, the object slipped lower, sliding into her entrance, causing Elysium to cry aloud. She realized her hips were gyrating against the object slipping it deeper and deeper inside. She couldn't help herself, moaning as pleasure washed over her.
She was lost. One thought occupied her mind as her need and desperation grew. "More." The sound was a husky murmur in her throat. The demon was taunting her but she did not hear him. She barely noticed as he climbed atop the table, positioning himself to claim her.
Suddenly, the door to the room slammed open, clearing Elysium's mind for a brief moment. A young male stood in the doorway, a frown etched into his brow. "Well, well, well, what have we here?" He said casually.
The demon froze. "M-my-my Lord!" He stammered, clamoring down from the table. "I mean no disrespect..." he began, but his words were choked off as the young male strode across the room, pinning him to the wall. "I'm sorry." He croaked.
"You are not sorry," the male scoffed, "but you will be." In one fluid motion he flung the demon across the room towards the door. "Get out of my sight." He ground out. "I will deal with you later." A promise, not a threat.
The object still pulsed within Elysium as the haze crowded into her mind once more. But she noted the man's toned body as he released her from her restraints. As he leaned over her to undo the last restraint, she felt the hard wall of his chest brush against her very hard, very sensitive nipples.
She had never thought of males in this way, but when her bonds were finally removed, her hands flew to his face, and she surprised him with a kiss. But there was no innocence in the action, only need.
After a moment, he pulled away, a satisfied smirk on his face. "If you want, I will not say no." He said as he wrapped his arms around Elysium's waist, pulling her into him.
She could feel the column of his arousel already pressing between her legs. Unconsciously, she began to grind against him. "Please," was all she could manage before his lips came crashing down on hers again.
It didn't take the male long to strip off his clothes and in one fluid motion he had her pinned under his body. He kissed, sucked and nipped, swallowing her cries of ecstasy. With one hand he cupped her breast, thrumming the nipple, while he used the other to position her against him. Slowly, painfully slowly, he pressed into her, filling her deep inside.
Pleasure blossomed inside Elysium again. Then the male began to thrust, gently at first, but with increasing ferocity. The sensation was indescribable.
The pressure inside her began to build until she felt like she was going to burst. Then, without warning, the male picked her up from the table, pressing her instead, up against the wall. Elysium cried out as his thrusts reached even deeper inside.
Her body tensed as she came closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly, release flooded her as she rode the waves of ecstasy that pounded through her. The man moaned into her ear as he reached his peak. "Mine." He declared.
