Dark Fantasies

The Demon King’s Angel

Part two

"You."

He couldn't possibly mean that. I gaze into his fire coloured eyes, he was holding me so tight, as if afraid I'd run away. Which I would, whenever I see a loophole in his Hell.

I hate that I was foolish enough to think I could fly over Hell. Like every angel I had the urge to see what Hell looked like. And I would hear the guards in the Palace talk about how evily breathtaking Hell was. They would boost about how they used the masking spell to mask their presence and fly over Hell.

I was just curious, I wanted to explore Hell as well. So I used the masking spell as well and packed to fly over Hell.

Needless to say, curiosity killed the cat and now I find myself in the clutches of the very handsome but cruel King of Hell, naked with the crime of trespassing right over my forehead.

And the King seems to be inclined towards the idea of keeping me, to him.

How absurd is that?

I'm sure this is a dream.

It has to be.

I close my eyes, convincing my dreaming mind to wake up. But the thigh in between my legs seems to have other ideas as it doesn't stop it's assault upon my aching flesh.

Why is it aching, again?

A moan, unbridled and wanton fall from my lips, my skin tingling where he starts dropping kisses.

I warm up to his body, my being suppressed and restrained by his arms and body. I open my eyes to gaze into his blazing ones, the fire in them seeming to wrap around me, burning me. With desire. Want for this evil demon.

"Let me go!" I try dully, the ache between my legs intensifying to painful measures. "Please," I moan, unsure of what I'm asking for.

Then suddenly, I'm on the bed while his weight cages me. His dark ebony locks fall over his shoulders, shielding his face and mine as he explore my eyes with his now obsidian ones, "Princess Anastasia," my name rolls out of his tongue in such an alluring way, my legs instinctively tightens around his waist.

This must be some kind of magic.

The unfamiliar ache between my legs is something I've never experienced before. My forced breathing and the desire to be close to him, it's all so new, unexplored for myself. It is like he has taken some fire from Carcere and poured it inside my body.

My existence is burning up.

This the sin we angels are warned of. This is the sin that father told me to be conscious of. A kind of sin that makes you ache for it. But I won't succumb, to him or his desires. No matter how hard he tries.

With my newfound resolve, I collect all my power within my chest. My heart seemingly expanding with the amount of pure magic being stored in it. I morph it into a huge ball of energy.

I close my eyes, " Let me go, Damien." I growl, he laughs while tugging my hair to crash his lips upon mine.

My resolve wavers.

The power dissipating slowly as I immediately respond to his lips upon mine. Welcoming him as if the vicinity of my mouth already belongs to him. My inexperienced mouth moving leisurely against his, indulging in him, reflecting him.

His lips move against mine in fever, taking in my lips and devouring them hungrily. I kiss him back with equal passion. His taste of cinnamon and smoke intoxicating me.

Until I feel the tug of the power in my chest, which starts feeding from my life source now, that I don't have the energy to keep it together.

It's now or never...

I peck his lips roughly, one last time. My lips seems to fit in his like a glove.

Like they're made for him...

I lick his mouth in longing as his hand squeezes my breast roughly.

And I let my power loose, the ball of energy hits him square in the chest and sends him flying off to the opposite wall. He hits the wall with a big bang before falling down to the ground, out cold. I quickly scramble off the bed and look around for something to cover my nakedness with.

I find a black shirt on a chair and put it on, hiding my skin which for some reason is glowing right this moment behind the fabric. I look back at the unconscious Demon King on the floor. No wonder taken off guard by my sudden assault.

I walk over to the window, opening it. I let my white wings seep out of my back, ready for flight.

Taking one last look at the unconscious Demon King, I fall forward, diving out of the window and into the red tinted sky. I open my wings when I'm a few meters above the ground and gracefully soar into the sky towards the direction of Heaven.

My heart beats in a mournful fashion, screaming for the presence of someone I've left behind in the high towers of a glorious castle.

Why so? I don't know.

I shake off the troubled thoughts to focus upon my flight. I'm aware that I'm running thin on energy. And it won't be long before my wings can't hold me up anymore.

My goal is to at least reach the grounds towards the nearest portal to Earth. And then I can recharge and summon the angels for my rescue.

The only reason I can not do it from Hell is the treaty I've so carelessly evaded. I wish I never decided to leave the safe haven of my Palace to explore Hell.

I'm flying over a thick forest of dead barren trees when suddenly my wings stop functioning, leaving me dive into the abyss of dead branches, face first.

My wing gets stuck in one branch when I don't close them fast enough, twisting in an agonisingly painful angle causing me to howl out in pain.

The branch scrap and tear against my shirt and skin as I fall from one branch to another until I hit the ground, hard. An agonising pop sounds in the forest before I cry out once again as I land on my shoulder. Dislocating it.

Tears pour out of my eyes as I clutch my shoulder tightly, my wing shivering weakly from pain as well. Popping my shoulder back in place, I moan in pain as I hold it there. Waiting for the tendons to redevelop and rejoin.

I lean against the thick trunk of a tree as I feel the white magic in me cater to the broken bones, dead tissues and cells of my body. Black dots dances in my vision, a clear indication that I'm drained of my white energy.

Taking a deep breathe, I close my eyes in pain.

Surely, I would have flown far enough from him that I can take a small break to recharge now.

I've been masking my scent, he can't find me by tracing my scent that's for sure.

I'm suddenly, yanked off the ground by my hair. My eyes fly open in pain as my disconnected bones ache.

His eyes are the colour of the hottest lava, black horns protruding out of his skull and his black wings and tail make him appear even more demonic...

Even more frightening...

"Little Angel Princess wants to go home?" His voice is cruel, sinister. And I deeply miss the King I met in the castle and not this one.

He grips my hair tightly and starts dragging me towards the direction of the portal. My legs scrap against the rough barren ground, too weak to support myself.

He looks enraged, so much that his body glows a soft red, the fire making an appearance. I know this is my end, he would kill me in cold blood and then throw me through the portal to my heart broken father.

This is what I get for wronging the King of Hell.

Small whimpers of pain leave my lips, my broken limbs struggle to stay attached by the soft callus formed through the healing process. And the pain is even more than that of a broken bone.

Once we reach the clearing holding the portal, he stops. Letting go of my hair, he summons the Portal of Heaven with a quick snap of his fingers.

He looks down at me, smirking. "There you go Princess, now you can go home." He steps aside to give me full view of the portal.

I can't believe this?

Is he letting me go?

Home?

I look up at him to see him give me a true smile, one which hold no cruelty or evil. I smile back, surprised.

He's letting me go.

But why does my heart still ache?

"Get up Princess and go home." He encourages, motioning me forward.

With shaky limbs, I stand up to my feet. My whole body aches but I set determination in my soul. I have to reach home. I have to go to my father.

The portal is just a few feet away, I can make it through.

Taking two steps forward, I sway on my feet before catching myself and looking back at Damien. He wears an emotionless mask on his face, much different than the one he wore just a minute ago.

I frown, but never mind still, I take three more steps.

The portal just two steps away.

I smile.

Taking another step, swaying.

And anot...

Thick chains of burning hot iron wrap around my feet, restraining me. I feel them tug backwards and I wall forward with a thump, my chest aching in the pain of impact. They tug me back towards Hell as I struggle against them. My nails scrap against the ground as the portal of my freedom gets further and further away from me.

Nooo...

He grabs my hair once again, yanking at them to stand me up. There's a barbaric smile upon his lips, it makes me shiver. "You didn't think it would be that easy now, kitten?" He hisses in my face.

"Please, let me go," I whisper pathetically.

He laughs, as he pulls me back. There are chains in his hands that weren't present before. He cuffs them around my hands, the thick bands of burning iron almost melts into my pale skin and throws them over the lowest branch of a tree.

He pulls at the other side, causing my hands to rise on my head, my dislocated shoulder aching in pain. I cry out when my hands are now fully raised, my tip toes only barely touching the ground to keep my weight off my shoulder.

He comes to face me, my eyes rise up to meet his in submission. "Did Jordan not show you etiquette of fight, Anastasia?" He tsks, shaking his head in mock. I'm scared.

"Damien, I..." He grabs my neck suddenly, silencing me as he cuts my air supply.

"You do not talk when I'm talking. And you do not call me Damien, it's His Majesty for you." He sneers, eyes glowing dangerously. I nod, tears streaming down my face. " Now, as I was saying, surely Jordan didn't teach you etiquette of combat..." He pulls the chains causing my feet to rise off the ground. I howl in the pain that shoots through my back from my shoulder.

"... you don't attack an enemy, when he is off guard." He grabs my chin roughly, growling at me.

"I apolo..." I start but I'm cut off when he tear his shirt off my body, exposing me to his fire coloured eyes.

"Now now, sweetheart," He grabs my n****e, pinching it. I cry out in pain and pleasure. "Did I tell you, you can talk?" He asks softly as he walks around me, pressing his front to my back.

I shake my head, shivering in fear when he angles my head to the side by my hair. His sharp canines scrap against my skin in warning, drawing blood before he licks it clean with his tongue. "Do you wanna go to your daddy, kitten?" He whispers in my ear as he parts my thighs.

Something thick and wet grazes against the flesh of my womanhood. I moan at the feel of it before I realise just what it is...

My eyes widen when he parts my nether lips with his fingers, rubbing the tip of him against me. All my pain is forgotten at this point as fear takes over my senses.

"Answer me, baby girl." He whispers sensually, biting my earlobe to the point of pain.

"Yes, I do..." I reply, my body shaking from his assault.

He can't take my innocence. We angels don't mate. We arent born, we're made. By loads of pure white energy produced from the good deeds of humans.

If we mate, we don't stay angel anymore.

We become a race of demons which are the most sinful of all...

We become,

Sex demons...

"Do you really?" He asks yet again, testing me. Mocking me.

Tears fall freely from my sky coloured eyes as I nod, hiccuping... "I do, please let me go to my daddy." I whimper.

"Too bad, baby." He lick my neck before sinking into me in one thrust, making me full and empty at the same time. The halo over my head immediately disappears and tears fall from my eyes at my degradation. "Cause your daddy is right here," I howl out in pain of his intrusion, my insides quivering to accommodate his large size.

He doesn't stop. His length rams into me with vigor, splitting me in half mercilessly. "This is for you to remember who you belong to, kitten." His thrust gets faster, rising me off my feet with every thrust. Torturing my shoulder wickedly. "And that's me..."

I feel ashamed when my body starts to respond to him,welcoming him and the sensations he is bringing to my body. He licks my neck, fastening his assault as my body starts to clench around him.

My head falls back when the sensations of pleasure over take me, drowning me in the abyss of sin. But as I'm about to taste it, it's snatched away from me as he stops his thrusts all together. Sucking the pleasure away from me.

I moan out in longing, my body numb to every kind of pain that runs through it. Only the feeling of him planted inside my wet folds remains in my brain and an unexplainable ache...

Is this how the humans feel when they mate?

"Yes, they do." He replies, as if reading my mind.

This is not good...

This means I'm running to low on energy to even shield off my mind.

"Do you wanna c*m, kitten?" He asks, his tone mocking.

When I don't reply, he smacks my backside harshly, causing me to yelp and jump when the pain combines with the ache of my shoulder.

"I asked you a question!" He pinches my clit, creating electricity of pleasure to run through my system. I clench around him, moaning out loud.

"Yes..." I moan, trying and failing to create some friction between him and my walls.

"Yes what?" He asks, rubbing my clit and spanking my breast. The sensation is contagious, the pain and pleasure connects leisurely in my belly, coiling around it.

I cry out in pleasure. "Yes, daddy."

He growls against my neck, biting it before he starts moving inside me again. I moan out loud, no longer able to keep my volume down as he ploughs into me harshly, assaulting my body of its cause and bending it towards one thing...

Pleasure... Sin.

Once again the sensations of pleasure overtake me and this time he let's me taste sin as I climb and climb and climb until I finally fall apart, clenching around him tightly.

He growls, his canines sinking into the side of my neck the same time he comes inside me, intensifying my orgasm and filling me up as he claims me.

Until he starts feeding on it...

Incubus.

My head falls back against his shoulder as he feeds on the pleasure he induced inside my body, draining me.

The moon is high up in the sky, Hell has a different system than Earth and Heaven. Where the moon and sun rises at the same time and sets at the same time. Leaving Hell completely dark at night.

He doesn't stop when he starts feeding on my life source, the light from my eyes draining as I gaze at the moon. Black spots appear in my vision but I smile...

Welcoming death.

My cause is gone, I'm not an angel anymore. I won't be welcomed in Heaven again, I won't be able to help humans again. I won't be able to hug my father and tell him I love him again. I won't be me again...

I'd be a demon,

A sucubus.

My cause is gone.

I smile when the darkness engulfs me, closing my eyes finally. I let go.

But not before I hear a loud growl erupt from the chest behind me, shaking the ground under me feet.

And I let go fully...

Darkness.

To be continued...