Angel's Smile to a Devil's Whisper

Seated comfortably on the terrace of an angelic hall, Sierra touched and played with a few of the soft, fluffy feathers near the top of her wings. Each feather felt like the most luscious Egyptian silk gently sliding through her fingers. She paid attention to her feathers, as they were an important part of her, and each was a delicate embodiment of her feelings and emotions. She yearned for that special person who would focus all his attention on her, just as she was doing now with her feathers. She wondered if he could exist in this modern, cruel and fast-paced world. Every other angel flew past her in fleeting moments that bored her. What Sierra ached for was attention like none other she received before. She wondered if it even existed, and prayed she was not naïve to hope for it.

Just then, hellfire magic suddenly burned in a great circle beside her, erupting bright blue-tinted luminous flames, which would singe any being that moved too close to it in its path. Sierra recoiled backwards instinctively away from the flames. However, her curiosity got the better of her in this rare occasion. No one had ever dared to enter her sacred terrace before. She dispersed the flames in one fell graceful sweep of her arm, which revealed a scorched message in cursive on the ground.

A little bird whispered to me what you wished for. Meet me at 8 o'clock with no regrets.

Sierra read the message carefully but her soul teemed with a raving excitement. As she reached out her hand and revealed the signature of its source, she faintly murmured his name.

"Lucifer."

It had been too long had she felt unheard in her quiet solitude. However, if she were to fall as Lucifer had fallen, and discover the intentions of this deviant by descending to the location he embedded in his message, what would be left of her then? So many questions lay unanswered, like how he got his information or how he broke through the holy barriers protecting her terrace. Yet none of those mattered for the desires in Sierra's heart burned rampantly.

She took two steps off the cloud which supported her terrace, folded her wings, and closed her eyes as gravity pulled her down. Through the sky she fell, then past the earth's crust, but she fell securely and unharmed because of the protection spell laced in his invitation.

Sierra remained awake in a dream-like state, but she considered just lying there as her captor approached her. Lucifer was a brazen and well-built demon, with his long hair tied back tonight for a special purpose.

"So you came."

Lucifer knelt by Sierra's side and carried her like a princess before throwing her roughly on a bed fit for the heavens. He encroached on her space and bit into her neck. His teeth were cutting just mildly into her flesh to leave the least possible amount of blood flowing out at the surface, like tiny streaks of red. His astute accuracy caused her just enough pain for her pleasure, and just enough to mark the nape of her neck beautifully as rightfully his. Moreover, what he did would not hurt her, as these tiny needle-like scratches were his devilish speciality.

He lifted the hem of her toga (angels live in commando) and traced his fingers towards her pussy, already dripping wet in anticipation. As he outlined the area around it, he tapped her pussy twice before inserting three of his long chunky fingers inside. While he slid his fingers in and out, pleasuring her and preparing her for what was to come.

"You want more. I know you do."

His words echoed in the chambers they were in, but they also resonated with her unfulfilled needs. Sierra's body was begging for more. She lowered her head and opened her big eyes to look at Lucifer, as she gasped for air and softly begged, "P-Please."

Right then, Lucifer's fingers drummed into her at a greater force in pleasurable torture. She squealed at its force, flinching as she thought of everything he might do to her tonight. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and brought her face close enough to smell his breath. He looked her in the eyes as he commanded, "Louder."

"P-Please, Master Lucifer."

He continued hammering his agile fingers and reached for her in her sensitive places. "What do you want, my sweet?"

"I-I want to feel more," Sierra mumbled abashedly with her cheeks flushed red as she lay helplessly on the bed under his touch.

"Your wish is my command." Lucifer's sugary voice chimed dangerously.

He removed his fingers and presented his hardened cock to the entrance of her pussy. He let the tip of his cock glide around the entrance from top to bottom, and atop her clit. As he proceeded to insert it slowly, Sierra moaned as she gradually felt his cock push her pussy open for him. Each muscle relaxed for him in his power as he took her for his in this first entry.

While Lucifer gently shoved his throbbing cock in and out of Sierra, his thirst for her pain grew with his controlled movements. With a wave of his hand and a twirl of his fingers, the bed she was lying on changed to shine translucently. He craved for her cute reactions to the pain he doled out exclusively for her. The spell he had cast was that the bed still supported Sierra, but his tail could traverse the bed's spatial boundaries to do as it desired. With a dangerous smirk across his face, he raised his pointed devil's tail that extended to trace from Sierra's neck, down her spine, and towards her butt. This tender motion would only be counteracted by his next, as he began whipping her back with his slender tail.

Sierra winced in the shock of each hit, but her cries resounded. Lucifer stopped briefly to check on Sierra, the pet he so adored. "Shall I continue?"

"Y-Yes!" Sierra quipped, a little too eagerly.

"Well then," Lucifer spoke while he offered a warm hand to Sierra, who was smiling from ear to ear. "Turn around, my dearest."

As Sierra turned her body over to present herself like a lamb in doggy style to Lucifer, she looked so vulnerable, with her butt perked up, stomach down and shoulders arced upwards. Lucifer entered her once again, his cock pulsating as he banged deep into her. This time, he angled his tail cleverly in front of himself and aimed his whips at her voluptuously bouncing ass. Each strike sent sparks like electricity through Sierra, as she moaned adorably along with the rhythm of his hits.

Lucifer felt pleased with the marks he left on Sierra's buttocks and stroked his hands over each buttock to marvel at his artwork. He released her from his penis and spun her back onto her back. Had she been human, Sierra might have wept at the pain of her open wounds against a mattress. It was thanks to Lucifer's care in the spell that the translucent mattress's support on her body did not aggravate her pain further. "Relax," whispered Lucifer in a devilish smile. "Let me finish what I started."

Lucifer raised Sierra's legs against his shoulders and pressed down on flexible Sierra. Entering again, his hard cock swelled inside her as he pounded into her. Oblivion stayed in her eyes as she closed them, with a gentle, sweet and peaceful rest. With every pound of his cock reaching the inner walls of her, reaching further into her and harder at her walls every time.

"Haaa,"

The force of the last few shoves grew stronger and faster, erratic in beat, but steaming with his warm passion. He traced her back again slowly, this time with his fingers, and despite the rapid beat of his cock inside her.

Lucifer arced backwards, facing the sky, as he continued thumping close to his climax. He timed his release with hers, as a stream of thick warm cum flooded inside her.

Breathing heavily in sync with each other, Lucifer and Sierra looked fixated on one another before they gradually moved their bodies apart. Sierra touched Lucifer's shoulder as cum dripped down, making a bit of a mess. He stroked her hair and planted a kiss on her head. "Come back for more. I know you will." Lucifer commanded in a low voice.

Sierra giggled as she spread her wings once more, hugging Lucifer in a soft embrace with them. They shared a simple kiss, and with a nimble force, she propelled herself back in the air and left him as she ascended back to where she belonged in heaven. She was apart from her lover, but she let his love juice stay inside her so that it would not drip while she flew back. Her need for attention had been tastefully sated.