Of Heaven and Hell (Part 4) : Release

Ever wonder if you will ever find that perfect missing piece to your life, that which makes every single void in your life complete, to fill your soul so totally that you want nothing else in your to distract you from it…

I found it, and it was in my arms, he… was in my arms. He was all I ever wanted, and I needed. His beautiful sapphire eyes, held me with a power all there own. I wanted nothing more than to swim in those deep pools of purity. I fell into him, here, in my very room, I had no fear of my release, and the liquid fire through my veins was now unbearable. It was one of the only times I felt pain, and this pain was the nearest to murder I have ever felt. That was the last straw, I had to kiss him, and I was not going to stop this time. I pressed my lips to his; the energy flooded my body, and flowed into the room. The passion he gave to me, the power, it consumed the room like a sea of itself, the tide slamming into the walls surrounding us, sheltering us. The hypnotisim e held over me was unbreakable, nor did I want to break it. I wanted nothing more then to be with him, and never let him go. 

I opened my eyes, and saw him now looking straight into my own. I wanted nothing between us and had to get him out of those glowing white clothes. I slowly pulled his shirt off and over his head. It came off without even a catch. His pale skin, so white, so fair, looked like cream and sugar. I needed to taste him, I wanted to be apart of him. I leant down and nibbled his neck. ‘My great Creator, you have given me such a wonderful gift. Thank you.’ I praised. Danyelle tasted so wonderful, I had never had such perfection in my mouth. The incredible taste, delicious, mind blowing even. The power he held over me. I raised up and kissed him again, in the middle of the kiss, I practically ripped of his pants. He stood there white nothing but his undergarment. Totally white bikini briefs. They made him look so sexy, so gorgeous. I was falling madly in love with him. He blushed and looked down at his feet. “Am I not attractive?”

“Dearest, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever, in my life, seen.” He blushed again. He took him back into my arms, and feel into his moral hypnosis. I could not keep my lips off his, I could not keep my eyes from his. He broke the kiss this time and had a slight grin on his breathtaking face of his. I then felt it… I looked down and noticed all but my shirt was removed from me, and even it was unbuttoned. I stepped out of me pants and underwear, and slipped me shirt off my arms. 

I stood there, completely nude there in front of him, his face which was once white was nor very pink. I took him back into my arms, “is this your first time with a man?” His glowing face just nodded. “Have you ever been with a female?” He shook his head no. I picked him up, and held him bride style, and walked slowly to the bed. I laid him slowly down, with small kisses on anyplace I could reach. 

My power was building once more, the peak would no doubt erupt beyond my control, but we would be in my room, my apartment, and I have placed barriers on my walls, so no power would escape into the moral world. I need not fear the release. 

I began kissing him from his forehead to his toes, and finally back up to his underwear. He moaned as I did this. It set my heart on fire with desire when he did. I could not stop now, not even if I wanted to, and nothing would ever make me want to. 

I pulled his undergarment with my teeth, down to his ankle and tossed them off somewhere in the room. He was lying there, perfection, innocence, the definition of purity. And he was all mine. And there, in all of its prized penis, beautiful, glorious. 

I had to taste him, I gave him a look that told him exactly what I was going to do, he bit his lower lip in anticipation. It was then the I let the very tip of my tongue touch his tip. His eyes rolled and he breathed heavily. I swirled the tip of my tongue around his head, he could have sprained a lung. “If you liked that...” I grinned huge, and engulfed him whole. He shot up like a rocket, and moaned low and deep. He tasted beyond belief; I wanted to taste him forever and a day. The world no longer existed in my mind, only him, and the bed. 

I felt the blood in him pulsate, he squirmed and rocked, he was near. I did not think it was his time. I release him and moved back towards his mouth. I kissed him, his mouth felt like ice compared to mine, still warm from tasting him. He felt so soft, and unreal. 

The thoughts that were flooding my mind were completely conflicting my normal habit. What magic, what power, was he holding to me, that made me want him so much? I have never been to captivated to be with a mere mortal like I was with him. And intensity in his eyes, and the grasp they had on me, was something I have never experienced before in my life.

In my past, I have not limited myself in positions. I have both given and received, the ‘top’ and the ‘bottom,’ as you humans call it. I must admit, I disliked little of each, but even though the demonic in my screamed “take, take, give nothing, not matter the cost!” equilibrium was the most comfortable. At least, then, my mind was settled, my mind… and something else. 

Other demons, and creatures from the abyss, took all they wanted, and in the latte r of the line in time, those they were used became either mentally unstable, or they’re soul was destroyed and evil conquered the shell. That is why I used condoms. Its kept the darkness and living hell from my liquid fire, from entering the host I was with. With them, it did not matter; my liquid fire would incinerate any disease, virus, or other foreign elements that entered me. Even opposing evils, like that of another demon or demonic, would be abolished, but I mostly made them use the condom, just to place their fear aside… unless they asked. 

Yet, I looked in his eyes, and saw absolution, peace, and… and… love. I could not fight my captivator. I wanted him, more than I wanted even the world, and nothing was going to be between us. I began to kiss him, and the power he fed me flowed throughout me, throughout my liquid fire and my mind was absorbed with the thought of him, and his innocents. I rolled us to where I was on top of him, covering him, and I began another kiss. I felt him, his tip touched my back entrance. I opened my eyes to see a bewildered look on he pale, beautiful face. And then… I forced him in me. 

His head shot up and into the pillow, he screamed with pleasure, as did I. He felt so wonderful. The best thing I have ever had. Even if he was not as innocent and perfect as he was, I would have still wanted to be with him. The liquid fire erupted through my veins and ripped through them like a derailed train. The motions were automatic, and unstoppable. The heat was building up, our bodies were boiling, but neither of us were sweating a drop. I was losing control.

My guard had fallen, my power, beyond its boundaries. It flooded and surged me, the room, farther… I did not know, did not care, I was with him. My true form began to show, the illusion my scales projected was fading. The shimmering pewter scales appeared slowly streaming from my torso. My wings, which I kept I tightly folded close to me, opened to their full length. My eyes, glazed silver, and turned cat-like. The only things I could still withhold were my teeth and talons. I would never harm him, and I made it a law within my mind, that he was under my protection, and no harm would ever come to him, not even from me.

I was too close to stop, and I know he was too. I could not hold back, I released. I felt him as well. I felt him deep inside of me. I felt unusual after, something was different, strange, but I did not care. It was nothing; to be with him was all I wanted. I collapsed on him, and felt him slip out of me. Last thing I remembered was falling on one of the pillows and holding him, as if I was to bind him to me, and never be apart from him.