Erotica Anthology #6

Wings

#32

Blood Wings

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Love can cross time and dimension.... even if it means for eternity of wait.

Annabel Sythric is visited by a stranger man that came through her bedroom window one night, uninvited and unwelcome. The man has wings and he demands her body. Through unwilling, soon she finds herself visiting places higher than she has ever been through by him.

Tonyth Craven is an angel looking for his missing sister when he came across a human girl with blood red hair and a face of innocentness that he somehow has the urges to taint. Unable to rest her, he takes her to a sanctuary where he can make love to her without her having the chance to escape him.

As they unite, though forced from Annabel’s view, something strange happen and soon she is given a pair of something she has long lost another eternity ago.

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"W-who are you?" I ask the figure standing by my window. The soft breeze sweeps the edges of the curtains and something big and wide unravels from the figure's back. There are two shadows moving behind him, extending to both opposite directions.

"Who I am should not be your most concern right at the moment," the voice taunts me in sheering, frightening sweetness. "It is what I am going to do to you that you should be concern about."

The shadows behind him move slightly when he stalks closer. I climb back to the edge of my bed, but my sheet is twisted between my legs, making it a little bit harder for me to crawl away. My breathing becomes rapid out of the fear - scared of what the man will do to me.

"It's alright, Annabel. There is nothing you should be afraid of me. I will not cause harm to you, but I do plan to cause pleasure to you. And when I do touch you anywhere, I want you to sing for me. Scream out loud just how much you love my touch, and everything will come easier for you, Gemina."

Scrambling backwards, I can feel my body shaking fearfully out of his dark chanting. I even have no idea how he knows my name, yet he pronounce it so smoothly as if he has been calling my name every day.

What worries me the most is the hints of what he wants to do to me. The way his grey eyes are staring at me - it frightens me the most. They look like they are ready to devour me right in, as if not wanting to leave any trace of anything behind.

"S-stay away from me!" I manage to cry out. Tears really do roll down from my eyes when he just stays there, looking at me as if he is the lion who is about to eat his pray.

He keeps taking steps towards me until he reaches the edge of my bed. It does not take long for him to get to me. He moves so fast yet brutally elegant. I do not have the time to make an escape.

It is like I am forced to stay still.

The man places himself on top of me easily, one of his knees land between my tights. When I try to close them, both of his hands roughly yet carefully push my legs apart.

Panic, I claw my fingers through the air, suffocated by the pressure. My nails scratch something hard and I can feel them breaking and bleeding, but I still do not care. What I really want to do the most right now is just to get away from him. Yet he conquers me so effortlessly, pushing my arms away and up above my head until my limbs become sore.

"Let go of me! What do you want?" I whimper between tears desperately, as his hands tighten around my wrists.

He leans down and all I can feel is the fear pumping in my veins and the hardness that is being pressed against my core. He literally looks down on me, hunger creeping to the surface of his stone cold eyes.

One hand stays locked around my wrists while the other cares my back, pushing me up from lying on the bed. The two shadows behind him move and that is when I realize what they are.

Two set of wings fly open at each side of him, expanding so wide that they preoccupy almost all the space in my room. Their shade is so white, they are like snow.

Feathers rain down on me so fast right after I notice what exactly they are. But even when I do, I am already falling into their captivation for too far. Because even after what I have seen, my brain just can not process it to make my heart believe. For such a man to have wings.... can not be other than....

“A-are you an angel?” I try to swallow hard.

“For your personal design only, Gemina.”

“Why are you keep calling me Gemina? You know that my name is not─”

My breath is cough when I can feel something painfully hard being pressed right in front of my entrance. I try to struggle free again, this time out of instinct instead of an intent to escape. The man ─ who can possibly an angel ─ makes sure to keep the grip he has on my wrists solid, while the other one begins to travel down my body. He effortlessly snails my underwear off, ripping it and showing it on my face. My heart is pounding like as if it is in an attack. I watch with tension as he smiles a breath-taking yet devious smirk at me, stroking his erection to get it even harder that it already is, because inserting it into my hole.

I gasp in pain, too shocked to make out anything except one thought pounding in my head.

He is inside me.

He is inside me.

HE is inside me.

My body grows heavy and weak. In silence, I raise my eyes to look at him pleadingly. But the angel that I assume does not seem to have any mercy in him. His smile spreads even wider. And that is all I can see before he begins trusting himself into my helpless self. He moves himself in a beat of his own, with each trust more tearing that the previous one. It is so unbearable that I am left with no choice but to grab a hold on the only thing that can support me, which ironically is the one who is raping me himself.

He must have misunderstood it as an encouragement, because not long after that, he begins picking up his pace. He pulls away until only his head stays inside my ring, before slamming right back in to as far as he can go. I let a cry of pain escape from my lips as tears begin to slip when I can not hold it anymore.

“Oh, Gemina, you have no idea how long I have wanted to do these things. Heaven felt like hell without you by my side. But now that you are back, we can finally spend immortality like how we used to be,” he says as he keeps trusting in and out of me.

Unable to hold it any longer, I sink my nail into his palm, which is still holding both of my arms up. My breath becomes short and teeming. The angel looks down on me with a very aroused expression on his face. But even no matter how good looking and flawless he is, I find him disgusting. How can he came through my threshold and owned me, and then still looking at me as if he is expecting to feel something towards him?

I move my head just in time when he tries to attempt a kiss on me, making his lips ending up on my cheek instead. He thinks it is funny and chuckles, but I find nothing out of humor when my brain try to register exactly that is happening to me right now. He settles in by trailing kisses all over my face except my lips, moving lower and lower to my neck, and eventually the valley of my breasts. I hear more ripping sound when his free hand finds its way to the top pf my nightgown, tearing apart the last defense I have. He makes sure to rip it off my body so that I am stark naked underneath him.

“You breasts are still as gigantic as they were the last time I sucked him,” he says with amusement in his grey eyes.

A smile, that is much suitable to be shown to a lover instead of a victim, is spreading on his lips. I can only reply with a glare that comes with imaginary dagger, but then followed by moans of pain when he enters me too deep one time.

He then leans his face down, tingling my skin by grazing his unexpectedly very soft lips on the line between my breasts. His mouth suddenly captures my right breast and I am left gasping in shock. He bites and chews on my n****e before eventually sucking it with full force. All the while, his other hand is groping my left breast so hard that I am afraid it will bleed.

This contact seems to cause him grow even harder, as I can feel him even more hurting between my legs. I try to close my legs again, out of feeling that numbness that is starting to creep into me. But he is there to block me, so I can not do anything else but give up. More tears steam down my cheeks.

I somehow pray that he finally cares enough to leave me alone, and magically my hope comes true when he pulls his head away. A trail of saliva comes between my breast and his lips. He licks the trail of his mouth, showing me a perfectly straight row of teeth.

It is the look in his eyes that kills my hope.

He is still looking as horny as if he had not touched me just yet.

He switches the hand that is once groping my breasts to keep both of my arms still, the other start massaging my right breast he just sucked. He dives down again and does the same thing to my left breast, which is now already swollen in red after all the groping he has done to it.

He trails is red hot tongue to my lump, savoring the taste as he closes his eyes and enjoys it, before starting to that my bead into his mouth. Then he begins to bite, chew and suck again. I can feel his saliva leaking all over the place. Much enough to trail down my stomach. I cry when he does not let me go, but trusts even stronger than before.

Eventually, I can feel that he is about to come. I close my eyes and imagine that I am in someplace else, away from his touches. His hands are everywhere, but I imagine that they are not even an inch closer to my skin. His tongue is trailing, but I imagine it is just the wind. His c**k is sliding in and out inside my walls, but I just─

“Annabel!” he groans my name at the same time he comes. But when he does, he comes like as if he is never going to stop. His seed flows out and escape from my hole out of too much being stuffed inside me. He still tries to trust even deeper even after just coming. He keeps rocking inside me and coming for all years and I still do not that this nightmare is going to end very soon. Then finally he gives one last trust ─ pushing himself so deep that he actually hits my G spot.

I cry loudly when I find even myself coming. I hate the fact of what he is doing to my body, because it seems like my body is enjoying it very much. But I don’t. I hate being so helpless like this. But when I try to push him away and hurt him! Oh, I am sure even no man can be as hard as a rock as he is! I try so hard to break free, but he is just too strong for me to fight. He ends up taking advantage of me, because of how weak and easily conquered I am.

But netherless, if my two eyes really are not fooling me, then he really is an angel. And for me to escape from his immortal arms is just too impossible, except if he lets me go voluntarily, which I highly doubt he will.

He empties himself inside me before pulling out. I gasp with affect once I finally realize one thing: He is done.

He already took what he wanted, and I can finally have my body for myself again.

I hug myself, drowning in tears. It is not just because of the cold wind, but because I am finally my own person again. I am too happy and relief that I smile to myself, even when I know that I am just being taken advantage of.

My relief soon vanishes when I can feel his arms wrapping around me, pushing my back until I hit his chest.

“I love you, Gemina,” he whispers to me with such an emotional tone, before losing conscious with his breathing on my neck.

I am left tense for the rest of the night after that.

H-how come this man ─ angel ─ just claimed that he is in love with me after taking away my innocentness?

I think so hard ─ too hard ─ for hours and hours until something finally clicks.

He is no angel.

He is a demon.

And this is what demons do. They kill, they rape, and they take down their victims. They take away everything, and not leaving anything left behind.

I try so hard to break free from his hold, but his arms are like unbreakable chains that just stubbornly refuse to let me go. So I am trapped here, in the evil’s hands.

I wake up to the sound of labor pounding. I blink open my eyes and find myself in a much brighter place. The bed is just so extraordinarily soft and comfy that it is impossible for me to still be on the same bed as light night. My body is sore and somehow energized everywhere. Cold sweat is still blanketing my skin as last night, when my innocence was being stolen away from me. And I can still feel those pairs of hands, very much holding on my waist strongly. And I can also feel a hardness being slided in and out from the crack of my ass, which skin is now being to protest and yank me back to pain.

“No!” I scream, but find my throat too dry to yell louder.

“Hush, Gemina. Everything is going to be alright. Just try to relax and breathe calmly. And then you won’t feel the pain anymore.”

Try to relax and calm? Relax and calm? Just who does he think he is to me that I will even do such effort while he is raping me from behind?

“No! I will not. I am going to get as far away as I can from you, and you will never touch me or even as much as to see me again.”

The angel-s***h-demon only chuckles by my words. “Then how are you planning to escape from me then, Annabel? I am penetrating you right now. How do you think you can still escape me?”

“I-I,” I shutter in fear, trying so hard to find a comeback, “I will do whatever it takes. I will escape from this place, wherever this place is.”

“Heaven,” he mutters, taking me by surprise.

“Pardon?”

“We are now in Heaven, Annabel. How amazing do you think it sounds?” he asks as he accelerate his speed. I cry again out of the rough contact, but he keeps repeating his chanting. “Breathe and relax.”

Involuntarily, I do as he tells me to do. Not because I want to, but because I need to, or else I am going to surfer in pain through this whole thing.

“Gemina, I must say, I did not think that I would find you again after all of these centuries. And once I did last night, I never thought I could be happier. But then you made me the happiest angel that has ever existed when I found out that you were reborn into a virgin.”

I winch in pain, not really interested in hearing is bull and crap story.

“I still remember the first time I took you. It felt like a millennium ago, much because it probably is. But Gemina, you were so tight. And you are still so tight now, even at this very moment. I love you just like this. Please do not change again, and please stay by my side forever.”

I block my hearing and the rest of the senses I still have, not wanting to go through this torture again.

When I open my eyes again, I see something flashing. It is so fast I barely spot it. But I do, and then my hope rise again.

Without even waiting for another moment, I scream for help.

“What are you doing?” My violenter claps my mouth in this hand as he pounds harder into me as a punishment.

I gasp as another wave of torment runs through my veins, but I push it aside and yell one more then when I somehow manage to take him by surprise by pushing my ass up, meeting his trust, causing him to be filled with pleasure. As he groans satisfiedly after I have been passive all this time, I take advantage of his distraction by screaming for help as loud as my lung allows me to.

“Help! I am being raped here!”

Gosh, where is God when we need him?

But it is not a god that comes to my rescue. It is a very hot piece of meat. Shirtless and full of rippling muscles, another angel descent from the sky and flies towards the pavilion that we are apparently occupying.

“Tonyth, what you do think you are doing?” he storms furiously towards his fellow angel, as if ready to punish him right here and then.

But then his gaze falls down to me while my ass is still connected to the angel who is raping me, who goes by the name Tonyth, apparently. I am still as stark naked as I was last night, because it seems like Tonyth did not even bother to cover me with anything when he brought me here.

When the new angel’s eyes roam down on my body, and especially pausing at particular areas, I can not help but blush. My body grows hotter just by being looked at him, and I have no idea why.

Tonyth notices that something is changing with me, so he pulls me closer to him and covers my nudity with his body, blocking the new angel from keep staring at me.

“Oh, Lulce, it’s just you,” Tonyth says, relaxing when he realizes that it is probably just one of his friends.

“Oh my Heavens, is that who I think she is?” Lulce asks, still can not keep his eyes off of me, and through this time seem to be for a different reason.

“Yes, it is,” a gleeful smile spreads on Tonyth’s lips. “Lulce, may I present to you yet again, my only love and my twin sister, Annabelladia Craven.”

I blink. And then blink again.

Am I hearing this right?

I am his sister? Not to mention his twin sister? And even after knowing that the first night he spotted me, he just decided to rape me? His very own flesh and blood? But how can a human girl like me become his sister? And isn’t this considered incest, if we are really related?

“Oh my, your sister is really─”

“Sexy, adorable, irresistible?”

“Everything,” Lulce says with a tone that caused me to shiver, “and more.” He waltzes closer to inspect me even more. Tonyth suddenly moves away, not being so aware anymore, leaving me without cover. “Yes, indeed, and so much more,” Lulce comments as his eyes travel up and down on me.

I instinctively bring my arms up to cover myself, but Tonyth notices my intention and quickly pushes me down on the bed once more, leaving me extended wide. He too takes his time in roam my body appreciatively, before looking up to his fellow angel.

“What do you say? Would you like to have a taste as well?”

“Would I? With pleasure, you know it.”

Lulce climbs on top of the bed. He pulls me into a sitting position and soon I find myself being caged with the two, their white wide wings spreading from each of their backs freely. Then Lulce removes his pants, the only clothe that he is wearing, and presses himself against me. The two angels are as naked as me now, except for the upper arm bracelets that they wear on their right arms.

Tonyth pulls me against his chest, my face so close to his than never before. He leans down to capture my lips and turns the kiss into a very sensual one soon enough. Deep down I feel like he is trying to do something different.... something distracting. I can not think clearly for some reasons.

Fingers are pressing on my ass cheeks, pulling each apart to the opposite direction. I scream in Tonyth’s mouth while Lulce creates his way for him to enter me. It feels as if he is trying to tear me apart instead of doing whatever I think he is intending to do to me.

Bad news. This means he is not going to help me, and instead going to make this worst for me.

His erection enters me hard. I cry in pain as soon as Tonyth releases my mouth. He busies himself my trailing kisses all over my neck and groping my right breast. Lulce does the same by planting lingering kisses on my back while his hand takes my left breast. The two keep touching my body even when they decide to trust me.

Lulce begins first my pulling himself away after entering me so deep, slowing down once his head is just about the exit of my hole, before plunging back into me. Tonyth does the same by sliding out when Lulce pushes himself deep into me, all the while making sure that only his head stays inside, before also trusting right back in.

They two take turns in getting in and out of me, causing me to soon be dizzy in all the pain that collides into me so brutally.

“Gemina, it feels so good to have you around again,” Lulce whispers in my ear, causing unwanted goose bumps to rise from my skin.

“W-why are you guys keep calling me Gemina? W-what does it mean?” I try to ask in a shuttering voice, high between pain and something else weird. Suddenly it is very hard to breath here, and it does not help that they keep rubbing and pressing their bodies against mine.

“Gemina, in Latin, means twin, my sister.”

“Oh,” is all I can manage, before I realize what Lulce just said.

“Sister? Why are you calling me sister as well? Don’t tell me that─”

“Yes, we are triplets, Annabel,” Tonyth answers for me. There is a sly smile on his lips, and I already have a feeling of what he is planning to do with my seemingly to be another brother.

“B-but, this is just to outrageous! I can’t be your sister. Not when I am─”

“Human?” Lulce cuts in.

“Yes─”

“Say that word again, louder and more passionate this time,” Tonyth orders me.

“No! I am not going to be your personal w***e, sister or not. And don’t you even see that what you are doing here to me is wrong? Not to mention that the two or you are angels!” I try to word some sense into them.

“But you are an angel as well, Gemina,” Lulce says, his tone husky with pleasure. The two keep pounding in and out of me, pleasure clearly becomes their body language.

I have no idea what he means, until I can feel my back crack with pain. I scream on the top of my lungs as the two reach their climax and spread their seed into me, at the same time something wide and feathery spreading from behind me. They also scream alongside with me, though for different reason ─ pleasure instead of pain.

I feel like I am about to break in two when the back of my skin cracks. But Lulce and Tonyth keep whispering words to my ear, assuring me that everything is going to be alright. But they lie again, as they always do since the moment they found me.

I am not going to be fine.

They do not care, though. All they can think about is s*x, and just in how many different positions they can try with me, who they call to be a sister.

They keep raping me, forcing themselves into me, touching me even when I am disgusted, until I can not tell time any longer.

(End.)

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