Fic: Captive Angel 1/1 NC17
Title: Captive Angel
Rating: NC17
Paring: Angel (Orlando)/?? (Pair him with whom you wish)
Warning: Defilement of an ethereal being, BDSM, Abuse of Religious Themes, Non-Con, Toys. Hierophilia - condition in which someone is aroused by religious or sacred objects or imagery
Summary: When a man who is aroused by religious icons stumbles across an angel in an alley he captures the being to live out one of his fantasies.
Disclaimer: I do not know these people I have completely made them up. The angel’s likeness is that of Orlando Bloom. This is not Orlando it is not meant to be him or to infringe on any of his rights or beliefs. I do not know him; I am making no claims towards his sexuality. I completely made this up, it did not happen. I wrote this for completely entertainment purposes and I am making no money from this. So please do not sue me.
A/N: POV of attacker.
I am not in anyway religious, I also do not identify with my attacker’s beliefs of sex inside churches, of defiling religious icons.
This fic was inspired by the manip of a captive angel made by seekie
Captive Angel
My heart was pounding in my chest as I looked at the ethereal being I had subdued in the alley way, the pale alabaster skin shone in the candle light of the room. The pale curves of his ass drew the eye and my fingers itched to touch. To feel the soft swell of the buttocks and the feathers of the wings that lay against his broad back.
He’s still now, and that in itself is a turn on. His chocolate curls are cropped close to his head and he is leaning against the railing at the foot of the bed. His arms bound with silken ropes, so he is restrained in a pleasing manner. I want him to be comfortable but to know that he is right where I want him. His head rests on one bound arm and I know he is sleeping although he cant be completely comfortable with his body arched as it is as his knees are spread to accommodate the weight of his body, his knees bent so his manacled feet are bent inward to alleviate the pressure on his cock which is attached to the silver chains from his feet. He seems almost at peace now even though his body is bound in a way he never would be in God’s Kingdom. A thin leather belt circles his slender waist, with the same silver stud work that adorns the leather cuffs around his feet. From the belt his cock is bound tightly, thin circles of silver clasp his turgid shaft, seven in total along his length and all fixed in place by the silver chains of his manacles. Should he move then they would all tug delightfully on his length, making him whimper in pleasure.
He had struggled at first when I bound him, his voice harsh and cold as his soft brown eyes went dark with hatred that only his kind has towards the mortals. He had damned me to hell for his captivity and he swore to me that he would not enjoy this. But once I touched his shaft he had whimpered involuntarily, his eyes darkened with desire, until I bound it with what they call the gates of hell. The name was aptly fitting I thought when I first had one put on me by my master. As it had felt like sheer hell when I was put into the contraption, yet when I was released I felt like I was in heaven.
I can hear his breath catch in his throat as I twist the dial that controls the vibrator I slid into his ass once I had him restrained. His wings flutter slightly as the hum of the device fills the room. Everything is silent save for the toy and him. The sound sends a jolt of pleasure to my groin and I know I want him; I have wanted him ever since I undressed him. Sliding off the dark suit and peeled off the crimson silk shirt that covered his wings and his flawless bronzed flesh. How he hides his wings beneath that suit I do not know, maybe it is a trick of the eye.
“Why are you doing this to me?” he asks his voice like silk as it assaults my ears. He has raised his head yet he makes no move to turn to look at me, I wonder idly if that is because he does not want to look into my eyes for fear that he will fall further from god’s grace.
“Because I can.” I whisper and I turn the dial a little more, increasing the speed of the vibrations. My cock stirs more as I see his back arch slightly as he moves a little to try and accommodate the bullet shaped device I lodged in his passage while he pleaded with me to let him free.
The silver chains rattle as he moves, his body going rigid as a drawn out moan escapes his lips and I know that it is because of the binding to his cock. He was beautiful when I looked at him the first time he caused it to caress him. But I just know that now his flesh with be slick with his desire. The rosy hued dome peeking from beneath the folds of skin at the tip with a dew drop of desire clinging to the slit.
He had been restrained in a church I would have gladly fallen on my knees and bowed down before him and worshiped him without a second thought. Relaxing my throat to take him between my lips and I would have gladly given my soul to him to nurture and care for, so long as I got to taste him. Yet here he is in my domain and he has not offered me salvation if I release him.
I stroke my length languidly as I watch his wings flutter and his head fall forwards while I increase the speed once more, I can tell he is loosing his ability to remain impassive to the vibrations. His back is covered in sheen of fine perspiration and I wonder if it would taste like candyfloss and spun sugar. I’ve heard that angel’s taste of those things, but I honestly do not know for sure having never had an angel in my possession before now.
“Would you have done these things to me had I not walked into that alley tonight?” he asked raising his head to stretch his neck muscles that were tensing slightly from his immobility.
“You know I would have. It is because of what you are that you are here now. Had you been in Mass on Sunday night I would have bound you to the altar had I been able to get away with it. Bound you so you could see your Lord upon the cross and I would have taken you there in the house of your God.”
“I have seen your actions in his house, you stroke your member….” He said moaning as I turned up the speed further, knowing that he will not be able to take much more, the device itself will pull forth his release, yet the gates of hell will prevent him from spilling until I am ready to allow it.
“You also know of my childhood I am sure, being forced to kneel and pray before your lord. Forced to know that God is love, that I should love him and all his creations. How is what I do now wrong when I have always been taught to love all Gods’ creatures? You are one of them and I am bestowing my love upon you.”
“This is not how you are supposed to love…” he said his back arching and a long drawn out moan escaped his lips as I turned the dial up to maximum. His throat arched deliciously, his wings spread out behind him and he trembled in release.
“You know you are beautiful when you find your release.” I got to my feet leaving the control on my vacated chair.
Climbing onto the bed behind him I run my hands up his slender calves, smoothing them over his thighs. Hearing him whimper my cock weeps as I cup his buttocks and squeeze them firmly while I press my face into his wings, feeling the velvet soft texture against my face and I know that it would feel delightful against my cock.
I spread his buttocks and pulled the black bullet shaped vibrator from his body, dropping it onto the bed. I heard him sigh as he was released from the torment of the pearl. My lips curved into a smile as I pushed up against him, rubbing my cock against his ass, sliding in the moisture along his crack. He tensed beneath me and I felt my heart pounding as I was finally going to make love to one of Gods finest. I pressed my cock into his body feeling his wings against my chest as I sank deeply into his body. He was soft and pliant beneath me, seeming to have lost all fight as I thrust deeply, in and out, feeling his velvety heat gripping my shaft.
His whimpers of pleasure caressed my ears as he gripped the railing, his head falling forwards as I took him. He groaned as I reached around him and plucked at the pebbled teats of his nipples, rolling them between my fingers as I rushed towards my orgasm. Just being inside his body was the answer to all my dreams and I knew that he was close from the shallow breathing. My hand slid lower, gliding in the moisture on the flat planes of his body until it ghosted over the bare skin around his length. I gripped him hard and heard his cry of passion as I released the rings one by one, all the while filling him over and over with my turgid shaft. When I released the silver chains on the final ring I heard him breathe a sigh of relief as they fell to the bed with a soft tinkle of metal. His back arched and his wings fluttered as I removed the final ring, a long drawn out moan escaped and I felt the warmth flood my palm as he spilled his seed.
His release caused his wings to beat against my chest and his body to clamp around my cock. I felt my body soaring as if I was floating outside of my body as he gripped me rhythmically until I spilled my seed deep within his body. I cried out as I clung to his slender him, thrusting hard to the point where the bed rocked below us and I slumped bonelessly against his back, my chest cushioned against the softness of his wings. I stayed leaning against him for some time and when I finally pulled out of him I heard his whimper of loss and I knew that I had broken his will. I reached over and untied the silk rope to release his arms, before carefully easing him down to lie on his side, I knew he would not leave me, he had made no effort to move but I left the manacles in place as I found them erotic to know that they were a symbol of his servitude.
We lay together unmoving for what seemed like hours, and as I lay on the brink of sleep I heard his wings rustle as he rolled to lie on his stomach, his head turned to face me and it was then that I knew he was mine for all eternity. The soft brown eyes regarded me with love and I knew deep down it was because I had shown him release unlike anything he had ever felt in his existence. One delicate hand reached out and brushed aside the soft strands of my hair and he smiled, a smile that split his whole face and produced dimples that made him seem almost child like.
“The love you were taught may have been wrong, yet I cannot fault you for the way you were brought up.” He whispered as he removed his hand as he arched up from the bed, using his arms to lift himself up as he spread his wings more to stretch them. “You have taught me something that I am not permitted to experience in God’s Kingdom and I cannot fault you for wishing to share something that is so pleasurable.”
I reached out and brushed a wayward curl from his brow and smiled as he leaned into the touch and it was then that I smelled the candyfloss and spun sugar that I had once been told of. I moved to lie on my back, pulling him until he settled above me his chest against mine. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest when I rocked my hips causing my cock to slide alongside his. I whimpered as he grasped my biceps and straddled my hips as he began to thrust against me. He smiled down at me as he closed his eyes and moved to lie down on top of me.
“Why did you stop?” I asked softly tangling my hand in his hair.
“I just wanted to see what it felt like to move against you. I prefer to be on the receiving end of things.”
“That is fine with me.” I whispered stroking his head softly while I felt his breath against my throat. I closed my eyes and listened to his breath as he was content to lie on me as he drifted off to sleep, his wings now folded down to life flat against his back, the tips resting just above the swell of his bottom. I turned my head to gaze into the mirror and watched him until the candles extinguished themselves plunging the room into darkness and with that I too was lulled into unconsciousness with my captive angel.
The End.
Rating: NC17
Paring: Angel (Orlando)/?? (Pair him with whom you wish)
Warning: Defilement of an ethereal being, BDSM, Abuse of Religious Themes, Non-Con, Toys. Hierophilia - condition in which someone is aroused by religious or sacred objects or imagery
Summary: When a man who is aroused by religious icons stumbles across an angel in an alley he captures the being to live out one of his fantasies.
Disclaimer: I do not know these people I have completely made them up. The angel’s likeness is that of Orlando Bloom. This is not Orlando it is not meant to be him or to infringe on any of his rights or beliefs. I do not know him; I am making no claims towards his sexuality. I completely made this up, it did not happen. I wrote this for completely entertainment purposes and I am making no money from this. So please do not sue me.
A/N: POV of attacker.
I am not in anyway religious, I also do not identify with my attacker’s beliefs of sex inside churches, of defiling religious icons.
This fic was inspired by the manip of a captive angel made by seekie
Captive Angel
My heart was pounding in my chest as I looked at the ethereal being I had subdued in the alley way, the pale alabaster skin shone in the candle light of the room. The pale curves of his ass drew the eye and my fingers itched to touch. To feel the soft swell of the buttocks and the feathers of the wings that lay against his broad back.
He’s still now, and that in itself is a turn on. His chocolate curls are cropped close to his head and he is leaning against the railing at the foot of the bed. His arms bound with silken ropes, so he is restrained in a pleasing manner. I want him to be comfortable but to know that he is right where I want him. His head rests on one bound arm and I know he is sleeping although he cant be completely comfortable with his body arched as it is as his knees are spread to accommodate the weight of his body, his knees bent so his manacled feet are bent inward to alleviate the pressure on his cock which is attached to the silver chains from his feet. He seems almost at peace now even though his body is bound in a way he never would be in God’s Kingdom. A thin leather belt circles his slender waist, with the same silver stud work that adorns the leather cuffs around his feet. From the belt his cock is bound tightly, thin circles of silver clasp his turgid shaft, seven in total along his length and all fixed in place by the silver chains of his manacles. Should he move then they would all tug delightfully on his length, making him whimper in pleasure.
He had struggled at first when I bound him, his voice harsh and cold as his soft brown eyes went dark with hatred that only his kind has towards the mortals. He had damned me to hell for his captivity and he swore to me that he would not enjoy this. But once I touched his shaft he had whimpered involuntarily, his eyes darkened with desire, until I bound it with what they call the gates of hell. The name was aptly fitting I thought when I first had one put on me by my master. As it had felt like sheer hell when I was put into the contraption, yet when I was released I felt like I was in heaven.
I can hear his breath catch in his throat as I twist the dial that controls the vibrator I slid into his ass once I had him restrained. His wings flutter slightly as the hum of the device fills the room. Everything is silent save for the toy and him. The sound sends a jolt of pleasure to my groin and I know I want him; I have wanted him ever since I undressed him. Sliding off the dark suit and peeled off the crimson silk shirt that covered his wings and his flawless bronzed flesh. How he hides his wings beneath that suit I do not know, maybe it is a trick of the eye.
“Why are you doing this to me?” he asks his voice like silk as it assaults my ears. He has raised his head yet he makes no move to turn to look at me, I wonder idly if that is because he does not want to look into my eyes for fear that he will fall further from god’s grace.
“Because I can.” I whisper and I turn the dial a little more, increasing the speed of the vibrations. My cock stirs more as I see his back arch slightly as he moves a little to try and accommodate the bullet shaped device I lodged in his passage while he pleaded with me to let him free.
The silver chains rattle as he moves, his body going rigid as a drawn out moan escapes his lips and I know that it is because of the binding to his cock. He was beautiful when I looked at him the first time he caused it to caress him. But I just know that now his flesh with be slick with his desire. The rosy hued dome peeking from beneath the folds of skin at the tip with a dew drop of desire clinging to the slit.
He had been restrained in a church I would have gladly fallen on my knees and bowed down before him and worshiped him without a second thought. Relaxing my throat to take him between my lips and I would have gladly given my soul to him to nurture and care for, so long as I got to taste him. Yet here he is in my domain and he has not offered me salvation if I release him.
I stroke my length languidly as I watch his wings flutter and his head fall forwards while I increase the speed once more, I can tell he is loosing his ability to remain impassive to the vibrations. His back is covered in sheen of fine perspiration and I wonder if it would taste like candyfloss and spun sugar. I’ve heard that angel’s taste of those things, but I honestly do not know for sure having never had an angel in my possession before now.
“Would you have done these things to me had I not walked into that alley tonight?” he asked raising his head to stretch his neck muscles that were tensing slightly from his immobility.
“You know I would have. It is because of what you are that you are here now. Had you been in Mass on Sunday night I would have bound you to the altar had I been able to get away with it. Bound you so you could see your Lord upon the cross and I would have taken you there in the house of your God.”
“I have seen your actions in his house, you stroke your member….” He said moaning as I turned up the speed further, knowing that he will not be able to take much more, the device itself will pull forth his release, yet the gates of hell will prevent him from spilling until I am ready to allow it.
“You also know of my childhood I am sure, being forced to kneel and pray before your lord. Forced to know that God is love, that I should love him and all his creations. How is what I do now wrong when I have always been taught to love all Gods’ creatures? You are one of them and I am bestowing my love upon you.”
“This is not how you are supposed to love…” he said his back arching and a long drawn out moan escaped his lips as I turned the dial up to maximum. His throat arched deliciously, his wings spread out behind him and he trembled in release.
“You know you are beautiful when you find your release.” I got to my feet leaving the control on my vacated chair.
Climbing onto the bed behind him I run my hands up his slender calves, smoothing them over his thighs. Hearing him whimper my cock weeps as I cup his buttocks and squeeze them firmly while I press my face into his wings, feeling the velvet soft texture against my face and I know that it would feel delightful against my cock.
I spread his buttocks and pulled the black bullet shaped vibrator from his body, dropping it onto the bed. I heard him sigh as he was released from the torment of the pearl. My lips curved into a smile as I pushed up against him, rubbing my cock against his ass, sliding in the moisture along his crack. He tensed beneath me and I felt my heart pounding as I was finally going to make love to one of Gods finest. I pressed my cock into his body feeling his wings against my chest as I sank deeply into his body. He was soft and pliant beneath me, seeming to have lost all fight as I thrust deeply, in and out, feeling his velvety heat gripping my shaft.
His whimpers of pleasure caressed my ears as he gripped the railing, his head falling forwards as I took him. He groaned as I reached around him and plucked at the pebbled teats of his nipples, rolling them between my fingers as I rushed towards my orgasm. Just being inside his body was the answer to all my dreams and I knew that he was close from the shallow breathing. My hand slid lower, gliding in the moisture on the flat planes of his body until it ghosted over the bare skin around his length. I gripped him hard and heard his cry of passion as I released the rings one by one, all the while filling him over and over with my turgid shaft. When I released the silver chains on the final ring I heard him breathe a sigh of relief as they fell to the bed with a soft tinkle of metal. His back arched and his wings fluttered as I removed the final ring, a long drawn out moan escaped and I felt the warmth flood my palm as he spilled his seed.
His release caused his wings to beat against my chest and his body to clamp around my cock. I felt my body soaring as if I was floating outside of my body as he gripped me rhythmically until I spilled my seed deep within his body. I cried out as I clung to his slender him, thrusting hard to the point where the bed rocked below us and I slumped bonelessly against his back, my chest cushioned against the softness of his wings. I stayed leaning against him for some time and when I finally pulled out of him I heard his whimper of loss and I knew that I had broken his will. I reached over and untied the silk rope to release his arms, before carefully easing him down to lie on his side, I knew he would not leave me, he had made no effort to move but I left the manacles in place as I found them erotic to know that they were a symbol of his servitude.
We lay together unmoving for what seemed like hours, and as I lay on the brink of sleep I heard his wings rustle as he rolled to lie on his stomach, his head turned to face me and it was then that I knew he was mine for all eternity. The soft brown eyes regarded me with love and I knew deep down it was because I had shown him release unlike anything he had ever felt in his existence. One delicate hand reached out and brushed aside the soft strands of my hair and he smiled, a smile that split his whole face and produced dimples that made him seem almost child like.
“The love you were taught may have been wrong, yet I cannot fault you for the way you were brought up.” He whispered as he removed his hand as he arched up from the bed, using his arms to lift himself up as he spread his wings more to stretch them. “You have taught me something that I am not permitted to experience in God’s Kingdom and I cannot fault you for wishing to share something that is so pleasurable.”
I reached out and brushed a wayward curl from his brow and smiled as he leaned into the touch and it was then that I smelled the candyfloss and spun sugar that I had once been told of. I moved to lie on my back, pulling him until he settled above me his chest against mine. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest when I rocked my hips causing my cock to slide alongside his. I whimpered as he grasped my biceps and straddled my hips as he began to thrust against me. He smiled down at me as he closed his eyes and moved to lie down on top of me.
“Why did you stop?” I asked softly tangling my hand in his hair.
“I just wanted to see what it felt like to move against you. I prefer to be on the receiving end of things.”
“That is fine with me.” I whispered stroking his head softly while I felt his breath against my throat. I closed my eyes and listened to his breath as he was content to lie on me as he drifted off to sleep, his wings now folded down to life flat against his back, the tips resting just above the swell of his bottom. I turned my head to gaze into the mirror and watched him until the candles extinguished themselves plunging the room into darkness and with that I too was lulled into unconsciousness with my captive angel.
The End.