Author: Xadith Feedback: Sure but be mature Xadith@aol.com Subject Gay Male Science Fiction Summary: Logan Sabian has never had an easy life, and when his lover dumps him for a new conquest, Logan finds himself in a quite ungodly situation. Rating: NC-17 Adult content, Sexual situations involving like genders, language, Light D/s and BDSM, rape. Chapter: 1 of 3 These characters are mine and copyrighted. Any reference to real life people is unintentional.
Rex and I had been dating for more then six god damn years. Dating, not together, not exclusive, not in any kind of committed relationship; dating. He wanted to fuck around, even though I was the one that wanted to settle down, to become more then what we were. Oh I let him fuck around. With men, woman, groups of people, anything he wanted to shove his dick in, I turned my head the other way and let him. I was a complete moron. I should have seen it coming weeks before it happened, I should have known that when this David guy stopped over to our place more then three times a week that I was swiftly becoming last nights used condom. But like the fool I was, I didn't realize I was being kicked out of Rex's apartment until the same day David was moving in.
Yeah, that's right. I got a cardboard box and an "I'm sorry baby but I need someone that isn't so needy."
That hurt, a lot. And as I shoved what few belongings I wanted to keep into that large Dell computer box, I cried myself into hysteria. What was I thinking? Rex wasn't the kind of guy you got serious with. He was six foot four; muscles that could put Greek gods to shame, a face like Adonis and a personality that made everyone everywhere drool like hounds on the hunt. He was simply gorgeous. Those bright blue eyes, black hair and the most perfectly shaped butt cheeks anyone could ever dream of. And his cock! Don't get me started on the man's dick. It was almost as long as my arm and as thick as my wrist; to say the man was hung was the understatement of all time. He was smart, he was funny, he was an animal in bed, and he was no longer anything close to mine.
By the time I left the pent house apartment with my meager box of belongings, I could already see David's out line against the dark bedroom window, being shoved up against the glass as Rex fucked him for all he was worth. We used to do that. Rex used to love to tease me that the people below on the street could hear me screaming for more. The memory made a fresh batch of tears streak down my face.
I threw my box into the back of my pick up and slammed the door shut, screaming into the uncaring night how much I hated men.
But that didn't matter right now, or so I told myself. More then half way to my wilderness outback lodge and breakfast inn I was doing my best to put all of this behind me. It had been more then a month, I had my own place now, my job was picking up and I was finally taking a long needed vacation. Four whole weeks in the complete desolated wilderness of the Black mountains. It was going to be great. I told myself that over and over again but all my groin wanted to scream was "where's the cock?"
That was seriously bringing me down. I kept having to put my libido in check and remind myself this was time for me to get my head in order, not to let my dick have a free for all.
I pulled up to the main road of the ranch not long after sun down. A stable hand, from the horseback excursion barn was out front to greet me. He was a sweet looking boy; about seventeen and he waved me over as if he had had a problem or something. I pulled my truck over and rolled down the window.
"What's up?" I called to him as he came jogging over. "Oh man, am I glad to see you. I've got a run away pony out there by the fence; she is way to fast for me to catch. I can rope her, would you mind driving me up in your truck? I don't want her getting in the high way."
I looked the youth over. He was small, petite, maybe five foot six or so, with long blond hair that was pulled up into a tail behind his head, and covered with a tan cowboy hat. He was slender build, like he hadn't hit puberty yet or something, and his big blue eyes reminded me of Rex. I cursed myself for that thought and just nodded to him. "Sure kid, hop in."
He beamed at me and once he was in the back of the truck, I moved slowly up to the pony not but twenty feet off or so. The kid could handle a rope; he lassoed the young mare in one try and hoped down from the truck bed with a grin.
"Thanks, I owe you one." I waved it off and just put the truck in reverse, heading back to the main road. The Visitors Center was sparse for this time of night. There were only about six guests lingering about, and more ranch hands then anything else. The girl at the front desk smiled at me as I set my bag down and she suddenly gave me a shocked expression.
"Mr. Sabian! Oh my god, I thought that was you in the registry but I thought 'no way would Logan Sabian be coming to my job' but sure enough it is you! Oh my god, would you sign my book! I mean not my book but your book with your name, you are my favorite author!"
She darted off before I could say anything and returned with the hard cover version of my latest book. I had been writing for years now, but not much of my stuff was well known to anyone but the gay community. People just didn't like romance novels for gay men, except gay men. And even then, no one liked books that had the main characters die in the end. That happened in the novel I'd just finished. I was going to have a happy ending but that damnable Rex had to go and throw me into a complete depression.
She handed me the book and I scribbled away my name, smiling at her pleasantly. I was normally a very charming guy. I liked girls just fine, but I just didn't like all the hassle that came with them. Don't get me wrong, men could be emotional, arrogant pains in the ass too, but females took everything, and I mean everything, so personally.
I read the girl's nametag and smirked. "Kimmy." Oh yeah, there was an airhead if ever I met one. She giggled as she read what I wrote in the book and put it down to check me in. I could tell she was debating her chances on getting a "private reading." Though Rex had been a looker, I was no slouch myself.
Standing six foot even, with dark brown almost black hair, large green eyes that everyone told me sparkled with inner light or some shit like that, I had an impressive build. And I should. I worked out almost every day, ate right, and did my best to stay away from things like booze, drugs and cigarettes. I just didn't need that shit to feel good. At least I hadn't. Every now and then you might catch me with a nice cigar but I had to be in the mood for it, and even then I would cough from time to time.
Kimmy handed me my room key and a map of the grounds. She ogled over me a while longer and I pulled my arms back to let my shirt pull tight over my muscular chest just to tease her. She was reading my book about a gay couple and still she was flirting with me. What was it about gay men that made women try all the harder?
I told her, with my most dashing smile, that I didn't want to be disturbed, not for all the tea in china and that if anyone came unannounced to my door, knocking about fresh towels or the bingo night, that I would have their job. I never gave idle threats, and that sunk in well with the perky little baby factory in front of me.
Parking outside my single room cabin, I took a moment just to breath in the clean spice air of nature. It was glorious. I had an entire month, alone, without people, without dead lines, without Rex, and I had every intention of enjoying myself. I picked up my bag and used the key to unlock the front door to the cabin. Nudging it open, I looked in to be sure there were no unexpected surprises and thankfully, there weren't. A warm fire had already been started not to long ago in the hearth. The staff must have heard I was here from the front desk and someone came out to light it. There was even a basket of fruit out here, with compliments from the management.
I tossed my bag into the bedroom, leaving the door open so the heat could linger inside and as I walked over to the small kitchen annex I noticed that a small note card was sitting on the living room table. I paused and snatched it up, reading over the words in a skim, expecting a "thank you for coming, we hope you enjoy your stay" deal. I was a little surprised to see it was blank, other then "See you tonight."
And I thought there weren't any surprises waiting for me. Great. I just prayed it wasn't Kimmy. I think I would strangle that bubbling little air head if she so much as thought about knocking on my door tonight.
I took an apple from the basket of fruit, pulled off my shirt and fell to lie across the over stuffed couch before the fireplace. There wasn't any electricity, and I hardly cared. I was here for the outdoors, not for the TV. Eating my apple silently, well, other then the occasional slurp or loud crunch, I fingered that small folded card and pondered. Maybe someone was just trying to annoy me. It wouldn't shock me if some fool reporter or Christian group had sent me the note just to freak me out. I got hate mail from Christian activists all the time. I never bothered to open them. Those dumb asses always made the mistake of using some kind of Jesus stamp on their envelopes. After one letter contained a death threat, I started having a mail service open all my mail before I even got to it.
I tossed the card into the fire and stretched out, letting my jean covered legs fold at the ankles and the warm heat of the fire tease my naked chest. A shiver ran down my spine, not the cold kind but the needy aroused kind. I groaned as my cock made its voice heard again. It wanted out and it wanted something to do, now.
I took another bite of the apple before tossing the core into the trash and unfolding my legs. I should be doing this in the shower but right now I didn't want to move form this spot. Pulling my cock from the folds of denim, I began to stroke the half hard shaft. Like I already said, Rex was a big boy, but I wasn't exactly small either. Nine inches of flesh, cut so that the round tip could be seen getting redder and fatter, and I couldn't get my own hand around it, it was so thick. Rex had liked it.
That thought nearly killed my mood, but my cock was having one of its fits. It had been at least a week since I had had the will or the energy to jerk off. I hadn't fucked anyone since Rex and jerking off just made me remember how good his mouth felt wrapped around that thick pole. My balls were already tight and my cock as hard as iron. I was just starting to get into things when the phone rang. I cursed, fuck'em, I wasn't answering it. I started to pull harder on my dick. I was moaning and purring by now, I'd always been rather vocal when it came to sex or anything else for that matter, and as I grew near my climax, my thighs parted and my head tossed back, I nearly snarled at the knock on the door.
"Oh this has better be life or death..." I got up with a snarl and shoved myself back into my pants. The massive bulge was well defined in the tight material and I couldn't have cared less what I looked like. My face slightly flushed with heat, my eyes hazed in lust and my entire body was throbbing. I opened the door with a jerk of my wrist and was about to lay into whomever it was standing there when my eyes were met by soft blond locks and big blue eyes. It was the kid from the front gate.
I blinked several times and just stared at him for a moment. He was standing there stark naked. His boyish body was lean and more muscled then I had thought before but his cock was barely a hand full and slack against his thighs. He looked up at me with those amazing blue pools and my anger melted right away. "Hi!" He was in a chipper mood as he walked right past me into the cabin, brushing his shoulder against my chest as he went. I blinked again, completely taken off by this as he just went in and sat down on the couch like he was my long time roommate.
I closed the door behind him, it was freezing for September and I didn't want the little bit of heat the fire gave off to escape anymore then it had. I turned around and looked at him, he in turn looked up at me, the same wide smile on his pretty face. "What are you doing here kid? And where are your clothes?" I wasn't moving, this had scandal written all over it and I was not going to take the bait. "Relax Logan." He smiled still as he moved from the couch to the floor, kneeling there with his hands up close to the pitiful flames. I hadn't been attending the fire. I was too busy jerking off. But when the kid's hands lifted toward the hearth, the flames leapt up like they had been doused with lighter fluid. I ignored it for the time being, assuming he just tossed something into the flames to heat the place up a bit. Still I remained right where I was, the annoyance that the little punk had used my first name hadn't sunk in yet. I only let close friends call me by my first name.
"No way kid-o. This is not a situation I need nor want, you need to go." The blond haired boy looked up at me and with the glow of the fire he looked like a beautiful little angle. It almost made me smile. I took a step to move toward him then paused. Something, unlike anything I had ever felt was drawing me toward this kid. I was a twenty eight year old man and I was being draw to this teenager like a homeless pervert to a bottle of gin and a dirty magazine.
My dick. It had to be my need to cum that was tugging at me. I tried to swallow the ache down a bit, get my cock under control but it wasn't working. I was tracing the lines of the kid's backside with my eyes and my cock was throbbing with approval. I shook myself, both mentally and physically.
"Stop calling me kid. My name's Lucian and you're my new toy." I looked dumbfounded at the little brat and then just barked out a sharp laugh. I was four times his size, and twice his age, and the kid's audacity nearly enraged me over amused me but they were about equal.
"Cute kid, but no. I'm not looking for a lawsuit, out with you." Lucian rose from his place on the carpet before the fire and stalked toward me. His angelic appearance seemed to melt away and as he got close enough, I watched his hand lift and come down across my cheek, hard. I was shocked. The pain of it stung deep, deeper then I would have thought this kid capable of and I put a hand to my reddening flesh with my mouth half open.
"I said, stop calling me kid. Now get on all four, I want to play with my toy." I would have laughed if I weren't getting so angry. I took a half step forward and closed the distance between this little punk and me. I had had quite enough and I was about to knock the little shit on his arse for that slap. My arm rose to swing and then something happened. I couldn't do it. It was like my body just refused to listen to me anymore. I looked down in horror as Lucian just grinned up at me. What the hell was going on?
"I said get on all fours toy, I can and will make you listen to me." Again, as if my body had lost its will to obey me, I dropped down to all fours and spread my knees and thighs wide. I was in such a state of shock, I forgot how to speak. But not for long.
"What the hell did you do to me? What's going on?! I swear to god I'll..." "God has nothing to do with it Logan. God gave up on you a long time ago." Lucian was rounding me, looking me over like I was one of the stallions he had been put in charge of. I snarled at him, snapping my teeth at his naked leg when he passed. The kid was like a hundred pound weakling; I could fold him in half with two fingers, but somehow he had me on my hands and knees and he was apprising me like a side of beef.
I felt a cool hand grip my chin and he lifted my face to look at him, his boyish smile had turned into something teasingly wicked and I snarled at him, getting ready to spit. He slapped me hard again and I cursed as my head snapped to one side. The other cheek was now glowing red as he chuckled lightly. "I knew you were going to be a difficult one, I'm so glad you are. It will make this all the more fun." "Fuck you kid." I put a hard drawl on the word "kid" and it seemed to piss him off even more. He shoved a finger past my smirking lips and teeth and just as I went to bite down on the slender digit he rammed a bit gag into my mouth and snapped the leather behind my head. I snarled and thrashed as much as I could, trying desperately to move my limbs but nothing obeyed. I refused to panic but this was getting a little out of hand. Fear was starting to race through me. Who was this kid, and what the hell was he going to do to me?
He seemed to sense what I was thinking, and two cool hands cupped my burning cheeks, lifting them to look at him again. "There, there Logan. You are going to be one of my prized pets, I don't want to hurt you, but you will learn to obey me or you will be turned into pig feed." I paled. Was this runt going to kill me? What did he want? Money, I had enough of it, I tired to muffle out that point and that I would pay him whatever he wanted to let me go but he just grinned.
"If I wanted money, I would simply take it from you, make you write me a check, but that's not what I'm after...this is what I'm after..." He had slid to the side of me. His hand moved under my chest, stroking over my tender nipples which I had been pulling on while I jerked off, and then down into my pants. He cupped me over my jeans and squeezed. I was horrified to feel that my erection hadn't died away. I was still raging hard and even a large wet spot was forming on my pants over the tip of my cock where I was leaking precum like a damn faucet.
He continued to stroke my cock through the thick material and I shut my eyes. My cock was winning out over my sanity and I actually pushed my hips into his palm. My eyes snapped open when I realized what I had done, and my disgusted look made him laugh. I bit down hard into the gag and looked at him with vile contempt. I was going to murder this ass hole. He sat back, his small boy like cock was only half hard and still it was less then five inches. I smirked at him, giving him a knowing look and he angered me when he just grinned right back.
"Sorry, but it's not cock envy that has you on your knees stud. Maybe you haven't figured things out yet so let me give you a big hint." I watched him with no interest what so ever. But that changed the second I saw his skin begin to alter color. He went from creamy tan to a darker red, like a sunburn, then darker, then darker and darker still until his entire body was fire crimson. His limbs lengthened, his chest widened, his teenaged human body was vanishing and as I watched in complete spell bound horror, I saw two small black horns emerge from his forehead. Not long after something wrapped around my thighs and I looked under to see a thin serpent like tail coiled around my leg. The tip was a small triangle and the thickening shaft ran back to connect to Lucian's ass. His hands turned into large male palms, his face hardened and aged and his blond locks straightened and turned from the almost white sunny blond to a deep black raven that hung low over his shoulders. And last but not least, as if saving the best for last, his cock morphed into something that would make Rex look like an ant next to an elephant.
My eyes were so wide by now, that I couldn't get my lids to over them completely when I blinked. If I had blinked, I don't think I did the entire time I watched him change. When I finally did, they stung from the dryness of them. Lucian smiled at me. His full lips were curled up into a wicked pose and I did nothing but held there on all fours, my cock still throbbing hard between my legs.
"That's right pet, you are my new lap dog, and I mean to make good use of you." I would have been speechless, even if the gag wasn't in my mouth, but what I had just seen put a new sense of terror into me. And for the first time in my life I actually prayed. That seemed to make him laugh, hard, because his head tossed back, exposing the thick column of his throat and he roared with amusement. "I told you stud, god left you to your own devices years ago. You are mine for the taking now, and I intend to." I thrashed as much as I could, trying to get away, get out of this. What about free will? What about that entire bible shit I had been forced to read when I was a kid? Where was the ability to choose in all of this? I snarled and tugged and pulled on my body, trying anything to break free and when I felt that much larger palm run over my rear I froze in place. "Easy boy. I already told you, you are going to be one of my favorites, I don't want to hurt you, in fact, I want to take really, really good care of you. But first things first."
He ran one black nail down my inner thighs, and then the other. Something smelled like it was burning and I turned my head as much as I could to see what he was doing. A moment later, he yanked my pants off me and left me there completely nude. He pushed open my thighs even more, and from behind he took hold of my cock and started to stroke. Now his hands were warm, almost hot and I groaned as he started to yank on me. I couldn't help it. It felt so good, like the first time anyone had ever stroke my dick and it wasn't long before I was panting and moaning and rolling my head around, trying very hard not to loose it. I had a great strength of will and I was doing well fighting my need to cum. This annoyed him, and when I caught his eyes I gave him a smirk. He didn't do anything but shifted on his knees slightly. The sudden pressure against my ass should have warned my but I was in complete shock when I felt the tip of his tail plow down my canal and bury itself inside me.
I cried out. My hips lunged forward and he jerked me back by the root of my cock. I couldn't take it any longer, I shot off into his palm with a loud groan and while that tail moved inside me I started to rock with it. He used both his hands to milk me and stroke my balls, I was in no condition after that amazing orgasm to do anything but flop forward on my stomach and groan.
He let me fall, even stood up and walked away as I lay there in a small pool of my own fluids. I felt his tail pull out of me and I groaned again as my eyes closed. I wasn't paying attention to anything but the pleasant hum my body was vibrating through me. I'd never felt anything like that. My entire body was throbbing; it was like every cell I had just come to orgasm. I was breathless, and it was hard to get enough air from behind that gag. I heard the water in the kitchen running and then I saw two red human feet standing near my head.
Lucian, or Lucifer, whatever he thought to call himself, unhooked the gag and let me get a few deep mouthfuls of air. I couldn't move even if I had wanted to. He was using his power to keep me in place. I half-heartedly tried to lift myself to my feet but nothing would obey me. My body simply refused to move; even when he came close again, slid to his knees and pressed a palm to the small of my back. I could feel his tail slither under me and lift my hips. I grit my teeth, it seemed my head was the only thing under my own control and I groaned when I felt his fingers toying with the tender tip of my cock.
It was so sore I didn't want so much as a breeze touching it but this bastard was rolling it around his dry palm like it was his favorite stress reliever. I groaned again when he finally let it go, my balls were tight and I couldn't believe that through that pain I was hard again. He took hold my chin and lifted my mouth to shove something past my lips. I grunted and tried to spit it out but he forced my mouth closed and it started to taste horrible. I swallowed it quickly just to be rid of the taste and couched when he finally let my mouth go.
"Yuck! That's horrible!" I spit at the ground, trying to get the taste out of my mouth and I heard the top pop off the bottle of wine I had brought with me. I lifted my eyes and watched this demon pour two glasses of liquid. He sipped at one and stretched out over my couch, rolling the other glass between his black nailed fingers. "It's supposed to be horrible, did you think everything was going to be pleasant?" He grinned at me and I could make out the shimmer of fangs where a normal man's canine teeth would be. They weren't long, but they were longer then normally to give off an even more eerie feel about the guy. I scoffed and turned my head away; I didn't want to look at him I wanted to figure a way out of this.
"You can't do this you know. You have to give people a choice, you can't just take over their lives, it goes against the rules. I read the bible I know you can't do shit without the big guys say so." He grinned at me as he stretched out to lay on the couch and opened his legs, I watched as his large red cock began to swell slowly, not getting to full hardness but just showing the interest it had in seeing me on my hands and knees.
"Again, you are assuming I'm the devil." He grinned down on me and took another sip of the rich wine. "I told you, my name is Lucian, not Lucifer. He is something of my uncle if you will; and he has more then enough hot tail to amuse him for all eternity, you are solely mine. He gave you to me."
"I'm not his to give damnit! And I don't care what you are, you can't just take over a human's life!" I snarled up at him, my body was back on its feet again so to speak. I was still on my hands and knees where he had placed me but I wasn't feeling drunk with lust like I had been a few moments ago.
"My dear Logan...who said you were human?"
My mouth dropped open. I didn't have a retort for that. Okay, so I grew up in a foster home and I never knew who my parents were but that didn't make me some kind of freak. Did it? "What do you know? You're the one with the spikes coming out of your head and the tail freak." He laughed at me. Pulling himself up to a stand, he moved over to me fast and I would have pulled back if it hadn't been for my body being "glued" in place.
He laced his hand in my long strands of raven hair and jerked my head back. On one knee he looked down into my face and seemed to grin the most positively evil smirk I've ever seen. "Come on Logan, you don't remember the light, the walk, and the fall? You don't recall being reborn? I find that hard to believe. I'm sure you have used your powers before, I know you have, look at what happened to Rex." My blood ran cold. What had happened to Rex? My look of shock must have been pretty clear because his expression changed swiftly. "You don't remember do you? And you don't know what happened to your ex-lover, do you?" He roared with laughter and let my head go as he crossed the room and took a few grapes from the basket on the coffee table. He watched me for a few long moments as I tried to put things together, but finally just blurted out. "Shut up. You are fucking nuts, Rex is fine and I'm not sure what drug your on to think I was walking in some light or whatever."
Lucian just grinned; like he had won the lottery a week ago and no one had told him until now. I lowered my eyes and glared at him, I didn't like this, I didn't like any of it and my body was still not even close to listening to me. When I tried to get up again it just went limp and I fell on the floor on my stomach. I felt warm hands grip me under the arm and I was hauled up like I weight nothing more then a feather. He set me in the armchair across from the couch and went to sit back on the over stuffed couch.
"All right Angel, I'll give you a really big hint. Oh wait, I just did." He smirked at me as he sipped his wine and when it became clear I had no idea what he was talking about, groaned and rolled his eyes. "You, my dear pet, are a fallen angel. You went against the big guy; you wanted to fuck the boys rather then the girls and you got tossed out for it. You fell to earth, your soul was put into an infant left for dead on the door step of an orphanage and that has been your life every since. It's strange really; I know lots of fallen angles that remember their fall, even as young children they remember. Most become one of us, the demon lot, but some choose to become priests and even then they fall short and fuck up by touching some thirteen year old at confession." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and I had my proof that at least some of it was true, sitting right across from me, his tail slapping back and forth lightly over his thighs, and his huge mammoth of a cock still semi hard. I tired to lift a palm to stroke it over my face and it took me a moment to realize he allowed me to do so. I couldn't stand up or anything but my upper body was mine again.
"Let me get this straight, because I have the soul of a fallen angle, the demons can do whatever they want with me, us, whatever? And what the hell happened to Rex?" Lucian smiled and leaned forward, handing me the glass of wine he hadn't sipped from and I downed it fast. It was all out of this world, but somehow, or for some reason, my mind was accepting every last word as fact. It felt true.
"Wake up Logan, haven't you noticed that your life seems to be cursed, you get a few good things going for you and they all crumble under you? Your last job, your book, your relationships, even your foster parents died when you turned eighteen; face it baby, you got one powerful god pissed off at you. And Rex, well, Rex in crippled from the waste down baby. He was in a hiking accident. High on his usual ecstasy, he fell off a cliff the dumb shit and snapped his spine in two. David left him, he lost the nice apartment and he has attempted suicide twice now. And you made it happen."
"What?! You have got to be kidding me, I wasn't anywhere near him for more then a month now. It was an accident, just like you said, the dumb ass went hiking on drugs!" I didn't want to hear this, I wouldn't have believed it if somewhere in the back of my head I wasn't hearing a little voice say "yes the bastard got what was coming to him." I wanted to get out of here; I didn't want to hear any of this.
"Of course you had a hand in it stud, you used your powers to do it. Didn't you leave that night, wanting the bastard to never be able to fuck again? Well, you got what you wanted; two days later he was in that accident. Don't get me wrong, you didn't push him over the edge but you did will it into being. Angel's still have the power of Miracles even when they fall. You just used it in the negative rather then the positive." He grinned at me and I shook my head, this didn't make sense, I didn't believe in this shit, yet here it was, staring me in the face like some kind of twisted horror film.
After a few minuets I folded my arms over my chest and looked away. "Okay, say, for some delusional moment, I believe you. So what? You can just walk in here and take my life from me for no reason? That I don't buy, if I have these powers then I can get rid of you just as easily."
"Ah, but that's the up side, for me anyway. You can't. Ya see, an angel has to claim his right to soul before twenty-one years have passed. After that, you are open game to any demon that might want you. You're twenty-eight, long past time to be claimed, but like I said, Lucifer had rights to you, and he was saving you as a gift for me. Today is my birthday, so to speak. Nine hundred years old today and you are my gift from him. Don't worry, I intend on keeping you around for a while. You are a good looking man Logan, and you are going to be an even better lap dog."
I snorted. "Keep dreaming, you might force me to do something for you, but I'm not going to willingly be your toy. I don't care who or what we are. And you still haven't proven that I'm a fallen angel." He got up from the couch and I pressed my back against the seat, I just knew he was coming over here and sure enough, he did. He came to me, gripped me by the back of the neck and pulled me up from my seat. He pushed me up against the hearth, kicked apart my legs and my spread my arms out. I had no control of anything but my head again and I lunged it back when I thought he was close enough, just barely missing his jaw with my skull. He slapped my across the face for that before he reached under and gripped my dick, holding it out over my flames that licked high up into the air.
I screamed and jerked as much as I could, I felt his heavy chest press against my back and his cock, now longer and thicker, being stroked between my round ass cheeks. I gritted my teeth, determined to take it but the burning of my dick made me nearly sob out in terror. "I can make your eternity quite pleasant, or excruciating pain. You choose the path you walk pet. I can burn your dick off a billion times a day and never grow tired of it, or you can be good and enjoy my touch." He hissed this into my ear as he rolled his hand away and exposed my tip to the lapping flames. I cried out and nodded. He hissed a "what" and I cried out. "Yes! Yes I'll be good." He let go of my dick and let me lean back away from the flames. A hot sweat had formed over my brow and I panted light from the racing fear. His hands were on my hips and I felt him stroking up over my back. My muscles were dark in the lack of light and I could somehow see in my mind exactly what he was doing. Closing my eyes, I felt his palms press over my shoulder blades, a sudden heat rose under his hands and I chocked out another cry when his arms slid inside my back. I couldn't breath, my lungs felt on fire and suddenly I felt him grip something inside me.
I felt my flesh tear and my body scream in pain but I couldn't get a single sound out of my open mouth. I felt them before I saw them, I even heard them flap. Two huge black wings were yanked from my back. Lucian's arms were covered in my blood, not that you could tell from the matching red colors. I groaned and fell to the ground once they were free. My back burned and my eyes stung with tears. Blood dripped all around me and I felt his hand slide through the large appendages, stroking the damp feathers. I had had too much. My eyes rolled back in my head and I passed out, dead to the world.
I had no idea how long I had been out. But when I woke up in the soft folds of silk sheets and feather pillows, I was more then ready to believe it all to be a very, very bad dream. On my stomach, I shifted and felt that I was in bed nude. My thighs stroked against the soft material of the sheets and I purred softly. I loved sleeping naked. It just felt right, and I hated getting tangled up in anything I might wear to bed. Something moved above me and I shifted to look up slightly. What I saw almost made me pass out again. Two large black wings were hovering over me. I wasn't under a feather blanket; I was under a blanket of feathers. I bolted up and fell right back down again when my head started to spin. Those large black wings that ran from my shoulders to my knees lifted and stretched when I tried to move my arm rather then my wing. I was so mixed up I didn't even notice that a large red body was sleeping next to me. Something was around my thigh and I soon realized it was Lucian's tail that was proclaiming its ownership over me, even in his sleep. I groaned and tried to pull the damn thing off me slowly. I didn't want him to wake up; I wanted to get the hell out of there. But every time I moved I got dizzy and very nauseous. I tried not to make too much noise as I dragged myself off the bed and hit the floor with a loud thud.
With a grunt I tried to lift myself, but instead I only ended up rolling over onto my back. My wings flattened against my body but they didn't hurt. They were a soft padding under my naked rear and shoulders and I put a hand to my forehead, trying to stop the spinning. A sudden red face popped over the edge of the bed. His long black hair was ruffled around his shoulder and head and his dark black eyes were sparkling with amusement. He would have almost looked handsome, no; he was handsome, extremely handsome. But I didn't want to think that. There was something about the way he looked at me that actually put me to ease and scared the shit out of me at the same time. I glared up at him and rubbed my head as he folded his arms and rested his chin on the fold of limbs, looking down on me. "What did you do to me?" I snarled up at him and he grinned all the wider. "I only did what you asked me to. I gave you your proof. They have been there all along, I'm shocked you never felt them before." He got off the bed and bent down, helping me up but pushed me back down to the bed again when I had finally made it to my feet. I fell on my side, my wings bent at angles that were most uncomfortable and I floundered until I found my way onto my stomach. He came over me, pressing me into the bed while he caged me in his arms and legs. I felt his dick growing against my ass and I shifted slightly to get away but that only seemed to make him harder.
"I didn't ask to be turned into a freak, put them back." When I paused to think about it later on, I would remember all those nights of sleeping on my back that had caused me so much pain as a teen and in my early twenties. I had a chronic back pain in my shoulder blades if I slept on my back for too long. Now that pain wasn't there at all. In fact it felt really good when Lucian slid his hands through the dry soft feathers. I nearly moaned out my pleasure but I bit it back instead.
"I didn't turn you into anything Logan. These have been yours since your creation. God gave you them as a gift and he didn't take them away when he let you fall from heaven. Although you are lucky, most fallen angles have their wings turned into bat wings, leathery flesh and bone, but you got to keep your feathers, even if they are black. They suit you." His voice was a rumbling purr in my ear and I shifted again and again to get away from little bites and kisses he was giving my neck and shoulders.
"Get off me. I don't want you touching me." I growled darkly as he pinched my ass and pulled open my cheeks to explore my body. I got the feeling that this wasn't the first time he had done it. Something told me I hadn't been left alone while I slept last night. My body tingled all over already and I knew that feeling only came when fingernails and rough palms stroked me for a while. I didn't like that thought. I wanted him off of me but all my thrashing didn't get me far as any motion made me want to be sick. "Why do I feel like hurling up my guts?"
He smirked and licked the edge of my ear with his hot tongue; I shivered despite myself as the trail of heat raced through me. "You lost a good bit of blood when I birthed your wings. It will pass soon, and when it does, I'm going to get to know you a bit more inanimately." He was really enjoying my body. He was licking and biting a path down between my wings along my spine and each one made me tremble slightly. My skin had never felt so alive, even in my weak state, I felt each little electric touch as if it were burning me. My wings stretched out slightly, just relaxing and I watched them as they did so. I had a huge wingspan, maybe ten feet from tip to tip, and stretching out those long appendages felt amazing. It was like stretching out muscles that had been cramped for years.
Lucian's tongue slid between my ass cheeks and I jumped, coming back to reality when his tongue swirled over my opening and I gripped the sheets, trying to get away from him. "I don't want this Lucian, get off me!" I felt a hard slap against the back of my balls and gasped when the sting throbbed ten times worse then any swat I had ever felt before. I hissed back over my shoulder at him but he just smiled. "I don't care what you want slut. You are mine now, my toy, my play thing and I'm going to use you anyway I see fit." I bit back my words. Something told me that if I didn't listen, that slap was only a small taste of the pain he could induce on me. I went ridged under him, refusing to let him enjoy me any longer. The sudden plunge of strong fingers into my feathers made me swallow a whimper but as he started to preen my wings under his skillful hands, I thought I was going to cum right there and then. It was the most erotic thing I had ever felt in all my life and I was gone into my own world of pleasure. He continued to massage and stroke my wings, working me into total relaxation before he bit down on my shoulder and I came unglued.
I orgasmed into the sheets, my back arched and my hips thrust forward into the bed. I tore at the soft cloth as I moaned out pleas for him to make it stop. The pleasure was so intense, it bordered on pain and that only made it all the sweeter. I was panting and nearly sobbing out in relief by the time he finally let my wings go. He was laying over me, pressing his warm body against my back and I felt his rock hard erection nuzzle between my ass cheeks. I was too tired to keep my eyes open. He might rape me while I slept but I just couldn't stay awake another moment. My cheek nestled into the soft pillow and I was once again dead to the world.
When I awoke once more, it was dark out. The large bay window in the room was dim with no light at all coming in but for that of the full moon above. I purred to feel the warmth of a thick soft blanket surrounding me and stretched out my body a little. A turn of my head told me I was alone in bed but I had a feeling I wouldn't be for long. Still, I took the time to enjoy my freedom of movement. I stretched out my wings a bit, gave them a half hearted flap and then settled once more. My body was calmly relaxed, despite the turmoil of my brain and I just closed my eyes to enjoy this comfortable time of snoozing.
When I felt that leathery tail slide around my thigh I wasn't shocked but I stiffened none the less. The bed dipped and I felt Lucian crawl into the bed behind me. He took me up in his arms and pressed his naked body to my own as he licked my neck possessively. I tried not to gag but I was really starting to get annoyed with this. I wasn't some play thing and I didn't like being treated like one. If it had been someone different, you know, not a demon from hell, and if I had chosen to be with him, I might have liked the attention and the nuzzling and the soft petting, and oh god, those orgasms he induced in me....
I cursed myself when I felt my cock stir and he chuckled low in my ear. I clenched my teeth to keep from snapping my jaws at him. I was not going to make the same mistake twice and the idea of having my dick roasted off was not appealing either. I signed and just let him do as he wanted for now. It wasn't all bad. Besides, he was the only person or thing that could tell me why and how I fell from heaven. To believe that I was once an Angel of god was just way too much.
"Come on." He licked my ear as he spoke. "You haven't been out of this bed in twenty four hours, I'm sure you have got to piss." He was right of course; as if on cue my bladder began to wail its need to empty. I nodded slightly and sat up. He let me go and rounded the bed, coming to offer me a hand up. I didn't take it but tried to stand on my own. I got to my feet but I was still a bit dizzy from all that blood loss. He laced an arm around my hips and pulled me against him. My wings ruffled in annoyance but I let him help me into the small bathroom connected to the bedroom.
He had already drawn a bath for me, and as he helped me prop myself up to pee I lifted my wings over myself for a little privacy. That seemed to amuse him. Like he hadn't seen me nude for the past day, or hadn't been exploring ever detail of my body while I slept. I could still feel his touch on me and while half of me wanted to be nauseated, the other half was humming and relaxed, having enjoyed whatever he did to me.
When I was finished I washed my hands and set my jaw, glaring at him as if I had any power to stop what he was about to do to me. He was perched on the sink counter and was watching my every move, almost studying me in my natural habitat or something. Something dawned on me and I folded my arms over my chest, looking at him with as much contempt as I could muster. "What did you force down my throat last night?"
He took a moment to think about it, like he had forced more then one of those nasty tasting pills inside me and then his expression turned to the "light bulb" look. "Oh that. It was nothing." He shrugged it off but I wasn't letting it go. "It was not nothing, it was something, what did it do to me?" I demanded as I came closer to him. If I was an angel, even a fallen one, then it was a demon's natural response to be afraid of me. I tried to use that to my advantage but it failed miserably when my body suddenly froze in place again. "You really want to know? Fine. It was a grade A demon drug that forces your body to become even more over sensitive then it was before. I thought I was going to need it because fallen Angels already have the ability to be lost into their sensual sides, but apparently you have never experienced that to begin with so anything I do to you is going to blow your mind." That's why he hadn't raped the Angel last night. If he had, Logan might have gone into a coma from the over activity of his senses. As it was, he had no idea what his own body could experience and Lucian had ever intention on showing him.
He had had to wait til the pill wore off before he could really let them get carried away in their games. The last thing he wanted to do was destroy this gorgeous hunk of angel flesh his uncle had allowed him to have. Indeed, Lucian was a greedy sort. He had had a lot of play things in his time, but if all worked out the way he wanted, he was going to make Logan a permanent addition to his life. Although right not the snarling rather pissed off angel boy didn't seem too keen on the idea of eternity with Lucian, the demon had a way of changing a person's mind.
He was thinking about something too deeply and it made me nervous. I watched him and couldn't really believe what he was saying but I did nonetheless. It wasn't that I trusted him, but I did believe him. Everything he had said so far, that could be proven was proven and he was just too damn gorgeous for my own good. He tossed back a few strands of jet-black hair and slid off the counter. His long powerful legs carried him over to me and I would have stood firm even if I wasn't being forced to. His hands clasped my cheeks and I tried to pull away but he held fast. He lifted my chin and bent just a fraction to kiss my mouth. I froze my lips in place, refusing to let him inside while his hands slid back and tangled in my already mussed up hair.
He massaged my neck, teased his black nails against my shoulders and chest. He found my nipples under his palms and rolled them slowly, enjoying their soft elastic texture as he pulled them and let them snap back into place. I grunted and bit down hard to keep his mouth from pushing into mine. His warm tongue was tasting my hard lips and I tried so very hard to hide the fact my cock was swiftly hardening. What was wrong with my body? Why was this abuse turning me on? Or was it him? Was he doing this to me, was he making me hard like he could make me freeze in place?
People have always said my eyes betrayed me but he seemed to know more. He knew my thoughts or my feelings because he pulled back and laced his large hand around my dick. Stroking me slowly, he smiled and licked his lips, taking the last of my taste from them as he spoke. "I don't do this to you, well, I do, but not how you think I do. I can't control your body functions like that. I'm just doing it the old fashioned way by turning you on. Now into the tub with you, you taste like blood and you reek of it too." I snorted as he let go of my cock. He turned me around and I whacked him with one of my wings as I made my way into the tub. He sucked loudly on a back tooth and just glared at me, letting me have that one it seemed. "I thought demons liked blood and death and all that dark shit?" I had reserved this cabin for the soul reason that it was the only one on the ranch with a massive two seater heart shaped bath tub. It was supposed to be like a honeymooner's cabin. With an extra large bed, larger tub, a fully stocked kitchen so the couple didn't have to leave for anything, and it even had a large hot tub out back run on a generator. Right now it was more of a curse then a blessing.
"You only think that because that's what the big guy wants everyone to think. Demons and my uncle aren't all that bad really; we are just like humans, only we have the powers we retained from being Angels once ourselves. We are the ones that believe in freedom and rights of an individual. It's that big moron up there that leaves you human's to your own devices. Everyone says, 'the devil made me do it.' That simply isn't true. Humans do what they want to do; god is the ass that never steps in to take responsibility for his creation. He blames it all on us who he chooses to damn and all this other "evil" stuff. The devil didn't make hell, god made hell. It's his punishment for those that don't choose to bow down and kiss his sandals like little mindless puppies. And even then, he only sends us the really bad folks. Like the unreformed killers and rapists, the ones that do some really sick shit in their lives. All the rest, get in no questions asked. God wouldn't pass up a chance to have more slaves doing his bidding just because they didn't like him too much. You used to know all this. That's why you fell. You wanted to be gay and unfortunately, that's one thing god doesn't like too much. Oh he takes fags to heaven, does it all the time, but when it comes to his angels, he thinks you boys should be his perfect soldiers."
I listened, not sure what to believe. I hadn't heard any of this in Sunday school and I sure as hell wasn't about to just believe the word of a demon because my gut told me he was telling the truth. It had to be my own issues with religion and the man up stairs that made me want to believe him. And I had read that the demons were tricky fellows, and played on a person's weaknesses. I let it go for now. I just wanted to enjoy this bath, alone. I glared at Lucian and told him as much.
"Hmm...tempting, but I have some things to finish first. Wash fast. You need to eat something before I start playing with you. I don't want you to pass out on me again." I didn't get a chance to say anything to that, he stepped out and closed the door behind him to keep in the heat. I groaned and slid as far underwater as I could get. I just wanted to forget. Everything.
When I came out of the bath, about an hour later, (what was the point in rushing when Lucian was what was waiting for me?) I felt much better. My wings were clean, I had ample time to stroke them and investigate each and every long black feather. They were very soft, even wet, and I marveled over how easily they moved and how light they felt on my back. It was like they had been there all my life and I was just now seeing them for the first time.
I scrubbed myself from head to toe, enjoying the freedom of movement, and by the time I was rinsing off from the showerhead, I felt like me again. My hair was still damp; I had washed it early so that it would have a lot of time to dry. I hated going to bed with wet hair. Lucian had made dinner, and he was dressed for a change. Well, a pair of my boxer shorts hung over his narrow hips and his hair was tied back into a tail behind his head. I had put on a pair of jeans and a sweater before coming out and he looked highly disappointed I hadn't stayed nude. Good.
He had made dinner, something simple, chicken and some other things. There was only one plate though, and it was set up for me. I took a seat at his bidding and folded my arms over my chest. I was starving and that simple meal smelled so good my stomach was growling louder then my irritation. I sat back and just eyed him as he went about cleaning up the kitchen. I didn't get it. This was supposed to be a demon, a mean, hell fire, son of the devil, ass hole. An ass hole that was holding me hostage and threatening to turn me into his lap dog; so why in all gods creation was he being domestic?!
I glared at his back. A glorious back that was muscled and strong, a back that looked like it could hold hundreds of pounds of weights and never bat an eye. His arms were powerful, I knew that from him holding me all night and day. He was so wicked looking with that tail of his swaying about but he just didn't seem to have an evil heart. I didn't buy it. There had to be something I was missing.
"Are you going to stare at me all night or are you going to eat what I made for you pet?" I growled at the pet name and looked down into my food. I wasn't about to eat something I hadn't seen him make so I pushed it away and just got up to fill a glass of water.
I was suddenly stopped by a firm hand on my shoulder and I looked back at Lucian with vile hatred. I didn't like being contained, in any way. He kicked my legs apart and pushed me over the counter. I fumbled with my glass but ended up dropping it into the sink anyway. It shattered as I felt my jeans being ripped open by a clawed hand and I cried out when I felt the tip of his hard dick press against my sensitive opening. He had pinned my hands under his own, his body only slightly larger then mine but he was so much more powerful. I was built, I lifted every day but this was an unearthly strength and he used it to do his bidding. My wings were crushed under his chest and I gasped as pain shot through my body.
Surprisingly, he shifted, taking the weight off my wings so I could stretch them out a bit. I tried to flap them, tried to throw him off of me but it didn't work. His tail wound about my throat and I gagged as I felt it constrict. It was one hard fast lunge and he was inside me. I had taken Rex hard before. He was a large man for a human and I think it was the fact that I had been used so roughly by him that I could take this monster of a cock now. My hips pressed forward and I was disgusted with myself when I felt my erection throb against the hard wood cabinets. He wasn't even half in I realized, as he started to push in deeper. The dry entry was only alleviated by the fact I had just gotten out of the bath. My body was relaxed and my skin was still lightly coated in the oils I had used to bathe with.
He just kept going. Every time I thought he was completely in, that there couldn't possibly be anymore left of him, he made me gasp and moan as another two inches sunk into me. I realized quickly that he could change the size of his cock, and he was doing that now. I could feel him enlarging inside me, I could feel him stretching me out as far as he thought I could go. One would think it would be painful, but after the initial burn of the entry, it wasn't painful at all. I felt my prostate be stroked and tighten, I felt my guts be moved and shifted, I felt HIM. All of him, and it was the most blissful feeling I had ever felt in my entire life.
I was gasping by now, my chest rose and fell in huge intakes of air and I felt his body press close as he took my ear lobe in his mouth and bit down on it. My ears had always been tender places for me, little hot spots that got me hard in an instant and now they were being nibbled and gnawed on like chew toys. I was going to loose it. Normally I could take hours of foreplay, even up to an hour and a half of just fucking before I shot, but Lucian...Lucian had a way of just burrowing into my body and making me more alive then I had ever felt with any other lover. "I had wanted this to be a nice quite evening. I nice slow fuck to show you just how good I am, how lucky you are, but you wanted to be difficult, so you will get it difficultly." He was very angry, and I couldn't figure out if he was mad at me or if he was made at the situation. Either way, his first long hard thrust into me made me groan and my body went slack against him. My cheeks were pulled apart and he started to ram over and over again. His cock buried deeper and deeper each time and I was soon unable to curse at him; only groan and cry out when he hit that magic place inside me.
He kept me pinned, he refused to let me go and I didn't want him to, to my own dismay. I wanted him to fuck me, I wanted him to burn me, I wanted him to pound out of me every memory of Rex and the real world and just be me gothic lover for the night. Somewhere in the middle of it all, he figured that out. His tail uncoiled from my throat and I was breathing much easier. His hands took mine not to pin but hold. His fingers lacing into mine as he let me have enough space to push back and thrust against him. His tail would slide under my shirt every now and then and stroke my nipples, pull at them after wrapping around one, and let the tip of that triangle slap them from time to time. Each little stroke made me moan, and each pounding thrust brought me closer and closer to this wild place inside me.
My wings lifted, my head threw back and he ravaged my throat and shoulder, biting, licking, kissing, marking me as his. I didn't care. It was the best fuck of my life and I wanted more, I wanted all he had to offer me and more. I was so close to cumming that when he pulled out of me I screamed in protest and pressed back against him, right into his open arms.
He laughed at me softly and pulled me into him. We were both big guys, but somehow he managed to throw me over his shoulder like a sack of flour and carry me into the bedroom. I realized then that he had stripped me somewhere along the line and he too was naked again. I could see his perfectly shaped dark red ass as he walked. He was muscled and toned in every part of his body, nearly hairless if not for a small bar of trimmed locks around his pelvis and that lovely main of raven on top of his head.
He flopped me onto the bed and I shifted until I got my wings comfortable. He smirked at me like I was missing the punch line of a joke but brushed it off as quickly as it had come. I could get a good look of the monster that had been inside me now and my eyes went slightly wide. There was no way a human body could take something that large inside it and not kill them, let alone hurt them.
"Ah, but we have been over this Logan, you are not human. And neither am I." He smiled down on me as he came across the bed. I froze in place, but not to his doing but my own. There was a look on his face. One of those looks you get when you see an old friend you haven't talked to in years. Or when you meet up with an old lover that you never lost the flame for. I ignored it for the time being. I just wanted to cum right now and my cock was drooling so much precum I knew we would have to change the sheets before we could actually sleep on this bed. My rock hard stomach was catching the most of it. Pooling at my belly button as the cut tip throbbed and pulsed.
Lucian bent over me and took the head in his mouth. He was gloriously hot. I realized that his entire body gave off this enormous heat that was like a small fire in and of himself. My dick was more then pleased to have those soft red lips drawing on it. My hips bucked up into him and I couldn't help but thrash when his tongue darted into my slit and scooped out all the precum I had to offer him. He only licked and stroked my dick for a few short moments, he had other plans for me and he wanted to get into them right away.
He rolled me over onto my stomach and I ruffled the feathers of my wings. They felt better not to be squished under my body weight. He slid my hips up and I went down on my elbows. For whatever reason I just forgot about who I was, what he was, and what was happening to me. I just wanted to be fucked.
Lucian obliged me. He slid back into me so fast and hard I felt like his dick was about to burst through my mouth. I wasn't even bothering to think about how he had known what I was thinking again, or even how he had managed to make me go from incredibly pissed off to a whimpering whore. I just wanted him.
When he was finally in to the hilt, he slapped me on the ass and groaned out how nice a cunt I made. I didn't much like that comment but when he reached under and took hold my nipples, tugging on them viciously, I groaned and lost track of my anger again. How did he do that?
Lucian rode me like that, long into the night. His body was over top of me, under me, around me, in me, on me, everywhere. I must have exploded with cum over six times but he never came once. When he finally did, it was buried deep inside my throat and like a good slut I drank him down as if his seed was a life giving elixir. I had never had anyone spew so much seed at once ever. It just kept gushing and gushing and Lucian had his head tossed back and his eyes closed, his face open and beautiful as he allowed me to see him at his weakest moment.
When my mouth lifted from his huge cock, licking my lips trying to clean them of what had spilled over, he looked down on me. His black eyes were a dim gray, as if the life had been drained out of him. He still looked strong and menacing, his tail was buried inside my ass slowly stroking in and out but my cock was too tired to even think about another erection. He pulled me up onto his chest and I didn't fight him. Even if I had wanted to I was just too damn tired to try.
His heavy arms went around me and mine around him. I wanted to ask him about his eyes but he closed them and was swiftly dozing off when I felt sleep nagging at me as well. My wings stretched out limp and tired over us, his body heat was more then enough, combined with my wings, to keep me warm, and we both simply passed out without so much as a word between us. I looked at him once more before I drifted off, for some unknown reason I lifted my head and kissed his sleeping mouth. He half heartedly returned the kiss, to exhausted to put any real effort into it. I smirked, and lay my head on his wide chest, yawning as the sun began to break the horizon. Why did he fell so familiar to me? Why could he calm me even when he was being an arrogant bastard? And why did I believe everything he told me? Who was this demon, and why had he been waiting for me?
The morning would bring answers I wasn't ready to hear.