Fallen From Grace

Fallen From Grace
Tags: Fallen Angel, Blowjob, Sacrilege, Cowgirl, Second Person

"Amen~!"

Aibell rises to her feet, clasping a fist over her heart with one hand, and drawing the hilt of her sword against it with her other.

"My bl-ade, bo-dy, and mi-nd are yours. Be-yond the end days, be-yond de-ath. Amen, Sa-int Henry Half Tongue."

With a swift movement, Aibell plunged the blade back into the stones. Using her free hand, the fallen angel removed her hood, staring deep into your eyes as her wings beat the air. Black feathers were strewn around the two of you in a wide circle, the pinions crunching under her foot as she stepped towards you.

"My lo-rd. I ser-ve in every way."

Her armor gauntlets clattered to the ground, clattering across the worn stone, the mail underneath the plate jingling with movement. The hair framing her face bounced with each step, her hips sashaying side to side in a mesmerizing manner with every movement. You took a step back, and she took another forward, cupping your cheek with a pale hand.

"I see thro-ugh you Henry, I see what you de-sire, yet ke-ep yourself from."

You swallowed, the tension in the air growing with whatever hidden power was growing inside the fallen angel. The next piece of armor to fall was her breastplate, taking the cape with it and leaving her bare from the waist up, revealing a tight leather corset that pushed her handful sized pale breasts upwards even more than their natural perkiness did. Her skin was flawless porcelain white, and the nipples set upon them were a soft pink of roses.

"Man-kin-d are conquer-ors, bea-sts driven by des-ire. You sq-uash this, but your bo-dy lies not."

With great strength and speed, Aibell grasps you by the back of the neck, drawing you into a fervent kiss. Her desire is shown by the dance of her tongue thrust into your mouth, her saliva mingling with yours and setting your body alight with strange sensations and wants. Her wings curled around your shoulders, the feathers soft yet fiery to the touch, each brush against your skin sending shudders through your nerves. You could feel her breasts pushed against your chest, the hard nubs of her nipples pressing through your shirt.

With breathless abandon, Aibell physically tries to pull herself closer into you, pressing her lips against yours harder still as if trying to take in all she could. With a sudden gust of air, her wings unfurled and propelled her a step back. The woman was already a mess, her hair matted with sweat as her body ran into overdrive with need. Brushing a strand of saliva from her lips with a single finger, Aibell shuddered.

"To be a wo-man, even of the Lo-rd is to be servile. The-se wings of bl-ack have awo-ken in me the tru-th of woman-hood. Man is my ma-ster now, and my des-ire is endless."

Her words worked her up more than they did you, the sentences tumbling from her lips with growing speed as her body shook. The last word was thrown from her mouth, her back arched and head thrown to the sky as her wings and arms shivered with pleasure.

"Amen~!"

Her eyes found yours again, her legs clenched together with the sounds of metal on metal and brushing cloth.

"Amen, my G-od. Con-quer me, de-file me, be my ma-ster as you are. This is my pe-nance, for all my si-sters and what we lo-st."

Whether it be the effect of the magic dancing in every lilted syllable, or the pure power poured into you through the kiss you could no longer stand idly. Your body moved of its own accord, striding forward to grab the shorter angel by the shoulder and pushing her backwards. Rather than fear, there was pure ecstasy in her shimmering eyes, her plush pink lips pursed in an attempt to fight the rising pleasure overwhelming her mind.

You roughly shoved her back, the angel crying out in joy as she fell to her knees and her back smacked against the cold stone of her sarcophagus. The soft skin of her dexterous fingers brushed against your waist with an electric touch, the phantom of feeling moving behind the pressure from the tips of her fingers.

With reverence in her eyes, her breathe fogging in the air, Aibell hooked her fingers into your waistband and yanked downwards. The cold air caressed your skin, doing nothing to dissuade the want burning in your groin.

"The sc-ent and si-ght of a man. My Lo-rd, allow me to receive your comm-union. Amen~!"

In a perverse form of a prayer stance, Aibell clasped her hands together with your length in her palms. You didn't understand the latin she spoke, nor did you have time to as her mouth opened wide, saliva veritably running from the corners of her mouth as she jerked her head forwards down to the hilt of your manhood. Her mouth burned with the righteous want of heaven, and you could feel the vibrations of her moan through your flesh as she came for the third time since you had met. You struggled not to pass out as her throat spasmed up and down half of your length at a speed so fast it brought you to the edge already.

Aibell pulled away as a fourth consecutive orgasm struck her, thick loops of saliva still joining her plush lips to your manhood as she took a deep breath.

"Oh Lo-rd who art before me, hallow-ed be thy man-hood..."

She stopped for a moment her eyes glazed with burning desire before a heady laugh of the drugged escaped her wet mouth.

"I remem-ber not the re-st, I cannot think with my desire burn-ing through me. Pun-ish me for the sin, of not gi-ving you the reve-rance you deserve."

Her eyes burn for a moment, a twinkle of magic mixing with the scent of ozone as your body is forced once more to move. Your slick length slides through saliva covered palms as you buck forward, still in their form of prayer around you. Her mouth opens wide with a needy 'O' as you drive yourself once more into her mouth and down her throat. She makes not a sound, though the shimmering gold of her eyes is near lost to the white as they roll back into her head with pleasure.

Her blessed tongue curls and licks at you with every thrust, the tightness of her throat clamping down as a vise, even in overwhelming pleasure the fallen angel still tightening her muscles to provide you as much feeling as she can. You can't help but let out a groan, the rapid approach tingling through your legs and arms as you feel yourself nearing the peak. You're briefly unbalanced as the great black wings curl around your waist and press you even deeper into the throat of the angel than you thought you could go. Strands of viscous saliva dribble from her mouth as she sucks and works at you in her lustful prayer, droplets spattering onto her pale breasts and shimmering in the light.

Though her mouth was busy, you felt her voice shivering with the throes of another orgasm in your mind as she spoke.

"Give it to me, my Lo-rd."

You shuddered as your body answered to the call of the Fallen Angel, stars bursting in your eyes as you finished harder than you ever had in your life into her throat that gripped and twisted with rapid swallowing. For a brief moment you felt the call of the void as unconsciousness beckoned, but the repeated ministrations of Aibell's angelic mouth kept you on the brink. For what felt like minutes you were stuck there, her wings at the small of your back and her hands clasped in prayer around your cock as you spasmed again and again into her greedy throat. It was only after your knees nearly buckled with weakness that you pulled away, Aibell's eyes brimming with want and sadness at the loss of her communion.

Her tongue curled from her mouth, as if to show you not a drop had been wasted in her duties.

"Mo-re my God. I want mo-re sin. Sin ins-ide me, as a wo-man should have do-ne to her supp-le form. I am your ser-vant, in bo-dy, hea-rt, and mi-nd."

From where the reserves of strength came from you didn't know, but as a man and her master you were forced to answer. Standing to her feet and shedding the rest of her armor save the corset, Aibell stood before you in all her glory. To say that she had hips and a rear would be a true sin, the woman's waist and ass built to bounce with perfection at every step and movement. More interesting was the pale white skin that covered the no doubt bright pink of her slit, barely a sign that she was a woman to be seen by the naked eye. A small tuft of hair sat above it, in your shaky mind it looked to all the world as an inverted cross. Your mind was still clouded by climax you experienced from only moments earlier, though Aibell seemed not to care as she tugged at your manhood with a hand softer than silk.

With her other she dragged you to the side, gently pushing you back to lay on the somehow reformed slab of her sarcophagus. Moving tantalizingly slow, Aibell crawled forward on her hands and knees barely an inch at a time. The hot wet of her breath tickled at your balls, and she seemed to not be able to help herself from dragging her tongue up from the base to the tip as she moved. She moaned again as she kissed the base of the head, her body quivering with yet another orgasm, shimmering, near golden fluids leaking down the milk white skin of her legs.

Your body burned with a fire of desire, awoken by the purest form of God's creation that now straddled against your erection, slowly moving up and down along the length and spreading an electric wetness that sent your heart racing as her womanhood was forced open against you. You had to have her, no, needed to have her.

"I se-e the sin in your eye-s. Pla-ce it in me my Lo-rd."

With fury and fervor pounding in your heart, and throbbing in your cock you grasped at soft plush ass of the fallen angel, marveling at the taut muscle underneath for only the briefest of moments as you lifted her above you and then drove her down to the hilt. Her reaction was less an exultation of prayer, and more a garbled scream of mind shattering pleasure, her usual lilted tone shattered into a garbled mess of broken syllable after broken syllable. To say she was tight was an understatement, her throat made paltry in comparison to the slick walls that gripped and undulated along every portion of your now balls deep manhood.

Aibell unfurled her wings to the greatest of their span, her arms shuddering as she followed suit and spread them as far as she could manage with palms raised to the sky. Her mouth was cast to the empty heavens, opened wide as the light fell upon her, oil black tears glimmering as they streamed freely from her eyes. The two of you sat joined as a man and woman in that manner for what felt like an eternity, Aibell's heat pulsing repeatedly with each soul breaking orgasm that wracked her form. You could feel the hot fluids pooling around your hips as her body shuddered in time with each throb of your member, and for a brief moment you couldn't stop your brain from wondering aloud if this was heaven.

Aibell's answering voice quavered, sheer lust dripped from every word as she spoke.

"Hea-ven? Hea-ven is lo-st Henry, but to kn-ow the tem-ple of my form is so worthwhile to my Lo-rd..."

Her right wing curled in towards her face, a black downy feather gently wiping away one her of tears of joy as the fallen angel found herself again and looked back down at you.

"Al-low me to give you Hea-ven made fle-sh, my mast-er."

With the gentleness of a woman tending to a flower, Aibell placed her hands on your chest. What care she had taken immediately vanished, her hips raising as high as they could while still keeping you in to immediately slam back down. You could feel her rear jiggling with each fervent bounce, the same slick walls of her sex clenched so tight it near hurt. The two of your lost yourself in a haze of frantic movement, your hands dug deep into her sides as you pounded back into her with every movement upwards. Aibell was near delirious, her mouth in a permanent open position as her eyes seemed to fixate on random points before finally finding yours.

"He-ar my pra-yer oh Lo-rd. Ble-ss me with sin."

Her wings pushed her down with a fury that would likely leave a bruise on your hips, but you were too lost in the tightening wet pleasure of her angelic body to care as she drove you to her deepest parts with a shaky scream as the two of you finished. Slowly Aibell fell onto you, weak flutters from the two great wings arresting her momentum until the soft pale white face shaped with raven black hair rested on your chest.

"Amen~..."