Not What I Had In Mind

[heavens_pepsi]

As I slip into the nursery it's still odd not being seen when I'm right next to some one. But this has been my assignment for a few weeks now. Not that I've found much. A few demons, but no angels. Just a shit load of screaming mimi babies.

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[heavens_pepsi]

I cry out as his fangs bury into my neck and his cock into my body. The pain from both almost overshadows the pleasure - almost. Not only is the physical incredibly intoxicating and exquisite, the mental is that much stronger.

The way he handles me, the way I can feel his cock swell and his release fill me, the way his mouth feels on my neck and his tongue laps and tastes my very blood - I feel completely and gloriously owned.

I feel as if I belong - to him.

My own orgasm rips through me and I feel my cum shoot against my stomach as he has me pressed against the wall. Gasping for breath I moan, writhe and cry out, "Please please yes yes yes!"

[edward_w]

I drink his blood down deeply as I empty my seed into him and smell the pungent odour of his own as he comes and pleads out his pleasure to me. I push back the parts of him that come through with his blood. There will be time to look at that later for now I want to concentrate on how glorious this feels.

I roll my hips and pump my cock into him slowly feeling it slick with my own come and his blood. The smells are intoxicating. I let go of his hair and grab his hip pulling him back from the wall then slipping my hand round to run my fingers through his seed on his stomach. My nails slice into the skin of his stomach and I feel the warmth of his blood mix with his semen. He gasps and groans and I bring my fingers up to his mouth. "Taste yourself Angel. Taste your virgin lust for me."

[heavens_pepsi]

Opening my mouth I greedily suck on his fingers moaning at the taste of my cum and blood on his fingers. I want to lavish his fingers with my lips and tongue, show him how strongly I do lust for him!

My wings begin to quiver and fold back feeling his body. His skin cold yet sweat drips all over him making my feathers cling to him. I whimper as I slip my tongue between two fingers hollowing my cheeks.

[edward_w]

The way he goes at my fingers so hungrily, licking and sucking his own blood and cum from them, has me practically purring with satisfaction. I feel his wings, the feathers so soft, press against me and I whisper in his ear. "You belong to me Angel.... and when the others use you... don't ever forget it." I renew my attack on his neck sinking my fangs back into him as my slackening cock slips out of him.

I hear him gasp, feel the sudden and quick intake of air rushing over the wetness on my fingers as he tenses slightly at the pain. But he doesn't stop or pull away as I suck deeply drawing his blood out of him feeling it ooze past my lips, slippery and hot, tangy. I let it flow freely drinking it down and taking in the coppery odor of what I miss as it runs down his skin staining his feathers.

[heavens_pepsi]

His..... I belong to him. I gasp at the feel of his fangs, but also his words. I've no doubt the others will use me as they please, but I belong to Him.

I lean back against him, my body and wings trembling. Grasping at his arms I continue to lick his fingers but I'm fighting to stay upright. My knees shaking my body wants fall.

The pain rips from my neck through my body, but it is only a reminder of who I belong to in my mind. Pressing my wings against his body I start to heal myself - I feel dizzy and know I won't last much longer but I want him to take all he wants from me.

[edward_w]

It takes longer than it should to drain him and I know it's because he is attempting to heal himself. Eventually though I feel his body giving out, his legs are the first to go and I have to hold him up, then his hands drop away and his wings slacken till they hang down, last of all his head lolls forward his mouth hanging loosely open. I take my fangs out of him and lower him to the floor, turning him and propping him up against the wall

[heavens_pepsi]

I sigh and let my body lean heavily against the wall. Beautiful... me.

Closing my eyes I smile softly and whimper. I want to look at him. Covered in my blood, his pants open and the set of his jaw... so demanding... so pleased. But I cannot hold my eyes open, I try to open them but they flutter once and stay shut.

Whimpering again I lick my lips knowing this is the taste he wants - this is what belongs to him.

[edward_w]

I watch him as he licks his lips, his eyes closed, succumbing to the loss of blood. I let go of his face and stand looking down at him once more and notice he isn't attempting to heal himself once again. But even if he doesn't have the desire to heal himself his body will take care of itself once he is fully unconscious.

His tattered wings are spread out behind him and it makes me think of Gaspard's rage and for some reason I feel the need to give a warning, even though I know that more than likely Gaspard will order his death. "A bit of advice Angel. Unless you want another beating like the one he gave you... keep those wings away when Gaspard is around." Then I turn my back on him to leave.