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  One hand still on her nipples, he reached between her legs and tugged at the fabric of her thong, ripping it off her. She grabbed on to his member, now erect and dripping. He grasped her buttocks, digging his nails in the firm flesh and squeezing. Before she knew it, Lucretia had wrapped one leg around his massive waist and was rubbing her wet sex all over his shaft, moaning.

  He kissed her again, and she jumped on him, holding on to him with both legs as she tried to get his erection inside her. She heard him moan, and she knew he could tell exactly how wet and hot she was. Then, she let go just a little bit and lowered herself down on him, as his tip entered her. His thickness was more than enough to drive her crazy. Her sex spasmed all around it, spilling juices down the shaft as she lingered on it, afraid to move any farther.

  But then he pushed upward while letting go of her buttocks and his entire phallus slammed in her and stretched her cunt and she squealed in delight. Before she knew it, the man was grinding so deep inside her, his large member prodding at her cervix, his thickness spreading her more than any other man she had had so far. He grunted while she ground on top of him, desperately trying to sync her motions with his so she could feel her sex bump onto his cock in unison, when her orgasm began building up from deep in her again.

  She kissed him, trying to hide it, but he was obviously much more experienced. Knowing her reaction from her short, hot breathing, her shivers, he pulled back from her kiss and laid her on the limo’s hood. Her orgasm came closer with each passing second, and she struggled to grab on to him when she saw him pull out from inside her, leaving only the tip in. She was about to scream at him, to order him to fuck her again right now or it would be his job, when the first wave of her orgasm struck.

  She shuddered and felt it ride down from her belly to between her legs, her sex quivering around his tip again. She sank in pure ecstasy the next second, when she realized that the driver had been waiting for exactly that moment to shove his entire member inside her, riding her orgasm. Lucretia squealed when the tip of his member slammed into her cervix the minute of her climax, paralyzing her from sheer ecstasy; her cunt clenched and unclenched, wave after wave, her fluids spilling out down his shaft and on the hood of the limo. He pulled out and slammed inside her, from tip to base again and again and again. Her orgasm abated, then rose again with each thrust. She grabbed her own breasts and mashed them, kneaded them together. Her screams echoed through the docks, before she pushed him aside and fell on her knees, taking his member deep as she could, tasting herself over his erection.

  Hungrily, she sucked at the tip and licked down the shaft all the way down to the base, cleaning him up best as she could, groaning with pleasure. His cock suddenly swelled in her mouth, and Lucretia realized he was nearing release. For a single moment, she wished he would pull her hair back and shoot it all over her face, her breasts, her neck, and then throw her aside like a discarded little toy, but he didn’t. Instead, he obediently came, his sperm filling her mouth and trickling down her throat, forcing her to take every drop in big, long gulps. Her orgasm suddenly died down, and she felt cheated once again.

  She got up and sat in the car without saying a word. The man did not talk to her, but she already hated the smug look on his face, the way he smiled at her and stole glances back. She discovered that she hated him, that he made her sick to her stomach, and that his cum, which she had enjoyed so much a few minutes ago, now stuck to her throat.

  “Take me home,” she muttered.

  Chapter Six

  She waved the driver off without a glance the minute they reached the estate. She half ran up the road all the way to the entrance. Lucretia slammed the door shut behind her as soon as she was inside. Her reflection in the great mirror set at the end of the hallway made her disgust well up inside her again.

  For the first time in her life, Lucretia Mandrake found that she couldn’t bear to even look at herself.

  The mansion was thankfully empty. As Eli neared the end of his life, he had dismissed the house staff, in order for himself and his daughter to properly prepare for the event of his death. Lucretia missed the gardener who taught her about love and the woes of teenage infatuation, but found she enjoyed the total silence of the estate now that her father was gone even more.

  Besides, she couldn’t have kept her new toys here if she had the maids prowling around the house, sticking their noses everywhere.

  Her reverie was suddenly cut off when she realized that she could no longer hear Andrealphus. She had grown used to his constant pleadings and cursings from the chapel this past week, but now that they were gone, she was worried. What if she had left the creature in there too long? What if she had killed him or worse yet, crippled him?

  She ran up the stairs to the chapel, silently wishing she wasn’t too late, when she heard the creature groan again, from behind the sturdy wooden doors. With a sigh of relief, she unlocked them, threw them open, and walked inside, only to meet the overpowering odor of sulfur and burned flesh. While her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, she finally noticed the source of it: a small bundle of flesh on the floor, with what passed for a neck tied to a chain transfixed to the wall.

  “Had enough?” she asked, enjoying the sight.

  “Enough...enough...get me out of this place...”

  She slowly crossed the room and leaned against the wall where the chain dangled from its hook.

  “Will you obey me, your true mistress, and do as I command?”

  “Yes...”

  “Will you divulge to me the secrets of Hell on my request?”

  “Yes...answers to every question you may ask...just—”

  “Will you yield your very life unto me?” she said, grasping the end of the chain and pulling it off the hook, already knowing the demon’s answer.

  “Yes...mistress...”

  She laughed cruelly at the quivering mass. “I told you some housebreaking would be good for you.” She tugged at the chain, and Andrealphus crawled on the floor.

  Lucretia led the demon outside his place of torment, into another part of the house. An old dining room, unused for years, dust and cobwebs obscuring the silk and mahogany of the tables, three generations of spiders residing in its crystal chandelier. She tied the chain to the leg of the solid teak table and watched Andrealphus slowly resume his attempts to change his form into that of a boy in his teens, his skin horribly scarred and burned all over.

  “Take a break, demon. I will be with you shortly.” She slammed the doors behind him, delighted at the thought of the creature, broken after a week of constant torture, finally reared to her command.

  And now, it’s time for me to check up on my...prudish little slave.

  The library’s floors were filled with piles upon piles of books, all of them neatly stacked in a perfect circle around the angel, who looked up from his leather-bound tome to Lucretia as she walked in. She felt a sudden sense of guilt at the sight of this creature, this frail thing that she had imprisoned against his will, but pushed it down.

  “I see you’ve made yourself at home.”

  “I am accommodating myself best as I can, under the circumstances. I am, after all, bound here against my will.”

  “And you will remain so, for as long as I wish.”

  “I know this.”

  “You will not make any attempts to escape.”

  “I will not, until you give up on your father’s wicked ways and repent.”

  “Is this a trick?” she asked, suddenly enraged at the angel.

  “No trick. Just the truth,” Hael replied matter-of-factly.

  “Is this Heaven’s idea of blackmail? That demon was at least sincere enough to—”

  “There is no intent for me to blackmail you or force you. You are a woman who has had her soul weighed down by the sins of her father. But until now, you have not committed any crime. You have not damned yourself yet. Not irrevocably anyway. You can still...”

  While the angel spoke, Lucretia walked around the angel
’s stacks of books and was looking through the library’s desk drawers when she found it. A file opener, shaped like a wicked cutlass, incredibly sharp. Many a time had she cut her finger by mistake and watched the ease with which it bit into the flesh of her finger. Lucretia flailed at him, the thing in hand, aiming for his face. She watched the gash bleed from his forehead to his right cheek with delight.

  “How about now? Am I damned yet?” she asked as she watched the crimson tide flow, drops spilling down his face onto his arms and the pages of the book. The angel touched his face and saw the blood, but there wasn’t the slightest hint of shock in his voice.

  “No. What you do to me is irrelevant. You are responsible toward your fellow man, not the Lord’s servants.”

  “Then I can do as I wish to you?”

  “Yes. I am, after all, bound by you.”

  “Good,” she said and kicked the stacks aside. She reached for the angel and slapped him across the face, watching the blood spray across the desk, onto her hand, and on the covers of the spilled books. Then she slapped at him again and again and watched Hael take each shot without even a cry of pain.

  “Why aren’t you fighting back?”

  “There is nothing you can do to me that will make me want to harm you.”

  “Is there?” she said as she grabbed his robes and cut them with the opener, ripping the fabric apart and stripping the angel. He stood nude before her, marvelously beautiful and androgynous, and she suddenly thought how delightful it would be to corrupt a creature like that. She looked at him and saw that he was shaped exactly like a man, beautiful but lacking the animalistic, rough characteristics of a human being.

  He stared at her, baffled, as she leaned in and reached out her tongue to lick at the creature’s nipples. She felt him shudder, confused at this strange sensation, so she began to suck on one, maintaining eye contact. Even though his eyes were not human, she could tell there was enjoyment in them, that even this clean, innocent creature loved such a sensation.

  She immediately reached behind him and dug her nails in his buttocks, pulling him onto her, moaning with pleasure. The angel turned away from her gaze, and she could have sworn she saw the creature blush for a second. She bit at his nipple, forcing him to look at her, and started alternating between kissing and nibbling her way down his chest, his flat belly, nearing his groin where a shred of Hael’s clothes remained intact. She could see the faint outline of an erection there.

  Hungrily, she placed her lips over it and traced her tongue across its length, feeling it grow, imagining the angel’s shame at this, at how this woman wanted to soil a perfect creature with her advances. She saw him follow her every move with interest. A drop of blood fell from his face onto the floor beside her.

  Lucretia moved down the shaft and found the tip of the angel’s cock under the fabric, kissing it gently and circling it with her tongue, watching it swell up and grow harder still. Gasping, she hooked her fingers and pulled down the remaining fabric as she watched him released, his shaft bobbing in front of her own eyes. It wasn’t big or exceptionally thick, but it looked hard, and it was untouched, and the thought of shaming this creature, of corrupting it, drove her crazy.

  “Please, don’t...”

  “Quiet,” she said. She kissed the tip and licked it in circles, slowly easing it into her mouth. She was elated, her sense of disgust from earlier gone for good. She put him halfway into her mouth and gently prodded at him with her teeth, loving the way he jumped. Pulling away from him, she looked him in the eyes and said:

  “Lie down.”

  Hael did as commanded, sprawling his wings, knocking over the stacks of books. She turned her back to him and sat on his chest, presenting her buttocks and sex to him all wet and waiting as she lay her face down near his cock, which she licked and kissed, teasing him.

  “Do you know what this is?” she asked, then dragged her tongue down all the way to the base.

  “Yes,” he gasped.

  “Taste it,” she ordered as she stretched and shoved her cunt into the angel’s face, loving how his muffled grunt vibrated across her lower lips. She ground on his face and felt her desire rise up her body as she picked up his cock and sucked on the tip viciously for a second.

  “Come on then, I don’t have all—aahh!” She moaned halfway through her sentence, as his tongue entered her. It was nothing like a man’s tongue. It was too lithe and sweet, carefully sliding from up her clitoris to her hole, making her already excited sex quiver.

  “More!” she said, and the angel began licking her lips, kissing her clitoris, and lapping it up with his tongue inexpertly, but with the intent to please. Lucretia shuddered, pushing her lips against his mouth, wanting more.

  “Get it in me, get it inside me!” she squealed, and to her surprise, the angel did just so. She dug her nails into his thighs as he entered her with his tongue, lapping up her juices faster now, hungrily; she realized that the creature enjoyed the taste much more than she expected. He moved his tongue in great laps inside her with the utmost care, slowly entering her more and more. She let herself go limp as she leaked her juices between her legs and down on his mouth, and she began to move his sex up and down on her lips and tongue before taking him completely into her mouth.

  She moaned all over it while sucking gently upward, from base to tip, then slammed just as his tongue entered her sex, squealing all over his member while the angel shuddered. Entwined together in pleasure, they both moved their tongues and lips in unison. She would draw little x’s on the tip of his cock with her tongue, and he would gently circle and kiss her clitoris. She would swallow his shaft in great gulps, her tongue stuck on his member, easing it in, and he would gently taste her, both drooling. She would swallow him entirely and cup his scrotum, gagging happily on it, while he grabbed her buttocks and shoved her entirely onto him, overcome with lust.

  Lucretia felt differently this time as her orgasm built up. It started somehow behind her eyes, moved down her throat where she clenched the tip of his cock with her muscles, and let it race its way down her breasts, to her waist, the minute she knew Hael was about to come. Fiercely, she started bobbing her head up and down. She sucked him in long, great gulps, as her climax reached between her legs, and she convulsed with his tongue inside her. She screamed all over his cock, pulling out at the last minute, watching his sperm fly up, missing her by an inch, while she furiously ground on his face. Her nails dug deep in his buttocks, as she drowned in wave after wave of pleasure.

  She turned to him and saw his face healed somehow, his flesh rejuvenated by this act, his lips slick with her juices. He looked different now; his eyes bore a confidence she had never seen before. She gasped when he grabbed her by the hand, pulling her up. Her knees were weak, and she stumbled, spilling the last standing stack of books as the angel put his hand on the back of her neck, raised her leg, and beat his wings.

  Once they beat, and the tug of gravity let go. Twice, and they were already hovering in the air. She held on to him, her legs wrapped around his waist as he flew her around the great library. She let out a long, passionate shout when the angel began to move inside her in long, slow strokes, and she felt the entirety of his length.

  Hael flew her across the great library, holding her against him, then buried himself inside her to the hilt, holding her close. He turned in the air and beat his wings, steadying himself, placing her with her back to the loft’s railing. Gasping with both pleasure and relief, she spread her hands and held on to the railing as the angel moved inside her, this time in faster, harder strokes, many feet from the ground. The glare of the midday sun as it shone through the library’s balcony matched the warmth that radiated outward from inside her.

  It was then that the angel forced himself inside her, and she leaned back against the railing, letting out a howl of pleasure, her neck craned back, looking at her father’s great portrait inverted, the old man unimportant and detached from her for the first time since her birth. Her sex convulsed then,
and she let herself go. Suddenly, she was filled with light, and she held on to him for dear life. She shuddered as she rode the angel’s member constantly, perfectly synching her motions with his, shaking her head as he let go inside her, and this time it felt good. This time she felt whole and complete, and she climaxed again and gasped for air, milking the creature dry.

  He picked her up in his arms as she wheezed, stepping up on the railing gracefully and beating his wings so he could lay her on the floor. Lucretia almost collapsed the minute he let go, but he grabbed her again, helping her steady herself.

  “That was...promising.”

  “It was. But there is a creature of Hell here with you who you have tortured. It won’t...”

  “Oh, shut up,” she muttered, turning around and somehow finding the strength to walk up to her bedroom before collapsing in the great Victorian bed. She dreamed of nothing in particular that night.

  Chapter Seven

  Andrealphus slowly had begun to regain his composure ever since Lucretia had let him out of the chapel. His power was quickly returning to him, and he soon found that if he refrained from shifting his form for a while, the pain abated and the wounds healed much faster.

  In his current form—that of a man pierced by arrows, his face hidden behind a featureless mask—he got up and began to pace, testing the limits of his chain. Surely, the thing was iron, and iron burned him in the material world, but every chain had a weak link. And if he ground his teeth and bore the pain and made the best use of it for long enough, he could use it to get his revenge.

  And oh, what a glorious, bloody, horrible thing his revenge would be! During those long days he had spent in that chapel, he had made sure to devise new, unimaginable cruelties for her, the likes of which had not been thought of even by the master of Abaddon! Already he played them out in his mind, and it helped greatly in abating the pain of his wounds.

  He knew that she had cast a spell of binding that held both him and the stoic angel captive here. He also knew that they were unable to harm her unless the spell was undone. But he needed to know the spell of binding and to utter it backward, thus negating its hold on them.