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The Chronicles of Devil Boy and Angelica
The Stand
My thoughts wandered aimlessly over Angelica’s words as I walked along the cold, shadow-strewn pavement of a lonely, restless suburb.
Indeed a lot had transpired in my life since the last sunset and I was still adjusting to all of the changes.
My mind trailed back to Angelica’s sweet presence, her aroma hanging in the air around me. Her radiant warmth and light still saturated the
air around me as I walked towards home, a different demon entirely. And so much the better for it. And as I strolled lazily between the
brightly lit streetlights I could hear her melodic voice whispering through my mind, reliving our previous conversation.
“My little devil, may I ask you something?”
I slowly tilted my head further back in her lap as I stared up into her deep, enticing eyes. “Well . . . yeah” I said, a quizzical eyebrow rising
as I waited for her to continue.
“’Kay. Well, you see, from the day I was given life, I’ve been taught to believe that demons and your kind are evil. Abominations to the
will of God and a plague upon mankind itself. But . . .”
“But?” I pushed her towards the question that was sure to follow.
“But, you’re not like that. You truly love those people that you visit every night. They are like children to you. And you bear them no malice
. . . I’ve seen it inside your soul.”
Nodding I casually trailed the back of my hand down her leg feeling her legs squirm beneath me as she giggled with laughter. “Of course I
do not bear them any malice, my love. To me they ARE like children. I have seen into the deepest and darkest of their secrets. Into that
which they hide to the world, and sometimes to themselves. You see, I am connected to each and every one of those humans with a bond
that cannot be broken, as are many of my brothers and sisters. And true, there are many of my kind that do indeed relish in the degradation
of mankind. But can you look into my eyes and truly tell me that you do not see the same in some of your own kind?”
I sat up to look deeply into Angelica’s face as she struggled through my last few words. I could see the turmoil creasing her forehead as
she fought against what she knew was true already. With a look of hurt and disbelief she looked back at me, questing for answers. Slowly I
took her head into my arms and pulled her towards me, cradling her body against my chest.
“I am sorry my dear, but you must realize that the world, both above and below the clouds, is filled with lies and hypocrisy. I’m sorry.”
Gently I began to stroke my fingers through the strands of her hair, humming a low, deep melody that I had heard an Earth woman use to
lull her crying child once. I found the melody immediately soothing and distracting and, in an error of judgment, I let my mind break free.
Instantly I felt my thoughts ripped from my body as my very soul, my very essence went spirally through endless shadows, from one human
to the next, their dreams and fantasies pulling me like a horse to a buggy. The mixture of pain and pleasure became almost unbearable as I
found myself submerged in a river of lust and sexuality, my nerves on fire with its sweet bite. My “children” unknowingly swallowed me into
the depths of their desires and were in danger of ripping my very soul in half.
And then, suddenly, I was back in my body. My eyes were immediately blinded by the fullness of her aura as she crouched over me, the
frantic screeching of her voice like a beacon to my weary emotions.
“Oh thank the Lord, you’re alive!” I heard her crying as she pulled me tightly to her chest, tears streaming down her face and burning
against my skin. “What happened?” I asked, as she sat back on her knees and brushed some of the tears from her cheek.
Rubbing my head, I squinted my eyes painfully shit, cradling the bridge of my nose between my thumb and forefinger. “You just witnessed
the full extent of my bond with my “children”, as you choose to call them.”
“Woa . . “ her voice trailed off as her finger found its way to her chin, tapping lightly at the tiny mound as if in thought.
“What is it?” I asked, a small edge of both concern and curiosity in my voice.
“Oh . . . its nothing . . .” so again I found myself standing by as her face came alive with contemplation.
* * * * *
Soon after my “attack” Angelica had suggested that we split up for the rest of the evening. “We don’t want cause TOO much trouble in
one night, do we?” She had teased as her finger left a trail of white hot energy down my chin. Then with one final kiss, our tongues
wrapping tightly around each other, like long-lost lovers, we parted and went our separate ways.
“She WILL be mind again, ScumSucker!”
I lunged backward into the darkness upon recognizing the angel’s thundering voice. Cursing myself harshly for allowing my mind to wander
and therefore giving the angel an oppurtunity to surprise me, I crouched low against the cold hard pavement and waited for the coming
attack. His wings spread wide against the backdrop of the stars, the angelic warrior openly displayed the gleam of his heavenly wrought
blade, paling in comparison the streetlights above. His very presence radiated confidence and divine power. As did the young female who
stood off to his left, although the flap of her wings and the slight tilt of her hips and head conveyed a subtle air of unease about her that I
found rather surprising.
“You know that she can’t possibly love you, don’t you? God will not allow it.”
I snarled viciously from the safety of the shadows, barking the harsh bellow of the demonic tongue at my tormentor. “You let me worry
about that Michael.” Slowly I began to crawl across the gritty pavement, my tail whipping wildly and randomly in the night air as I struggled
to maneuver myself away from the vengeful “ex” of my new girlfriend. “And she DOES love me!!” Let him choke on that, I thought.
But the unearthly rumble that signified his laughter sent chills up even my spine. “We will see, Youngblood. I’m not sure she’ll know how to
feel after your friends have finished with her.”
“What!?!” I cried out as I nearly lost my senses and lunged out at him, wishing direly to wipe the cruel and sadistic grin that dominated his
features.
“Your friends, little Imp. You see, I’m not the only one who finds your actions with Angelica deplorable. I think one of them was even a
tad big jealous of your fondness for her. A dark little bitch with a fondness for pain.”
“Domina . . “ I sighed with understanding. Then I felt Angelica’s thoughts invading my mind with utter urgency and anger, ripping at my
brain like razor-sharp talons. “My little devil!? Why have you betrayed me like this? Why have . . . “ and then her presence was gone,
spirited away as I was penetrated by the haunting echo of her screams. Then I looked up. And I saw the gleam in his eye.
And that is when I snapped.
With uncanny speed, I darted out of the shadows, barreling into his knees with my tiny, but dense body, driving him to the ground. And
with black, burning claws I tore mercilessly at the tendons in his flesh, forcing a shrill inhuman squeal from his lips.
The other angel made as if to move in and engage me, but as I snarled a warning in her direction, my thoughts invaded her mind, probing
the hidden recesses of her deepest, darkest thoughts. Thoughts that gleamed at me like a bright neon beacon of pent up lust.
With a cruel grin I made all of her fantasies and desires plain before her own eyes, holding them up to the light for her to finally come
face-to-face with. Closing her eyes in an attempt to block out the truth of her own lusts, she backed uneasily away from me. Finally
collapsing to her knees, she threw out her arms frantically; a vain attempt to escape her own inner demons.
Returning my attention to Michael I found the archangel standing off to the side, his sword flashing brightly in both blood soaked hands.
With great difficulty his legs braced him up against the lamp post, thick white blood pooling at the base of his feet.
“Where is she?!!” I barked furiously at the fallen crusader, smiling at the thoughts of humiliation and fear that I read upon his mind. Without
falter he stared daggers into my face, his own snarl creeping across his lips.
“Go to Hell!!” He roared.
With a humorless grin I stepped closer to him, causing him to raise his sword higher, as a challenge.
“Where . . . is . . . SHE!!?” I howled at the night, driven by the echo of Angelica’s endless screams.
“She’s in the north woods . . . “ both of us turned, startled to hear the young angel speaking. Sprawled helplessly on her back, gazing up at
the stars, her thoughts raced wildly through my head. All I needed was her visual memory of the ambush’s location before I was off into the
shadows.
I emerged into the Northern Woods, surrounding the City, almost as soon as I had exited the street. Immediately, with the benefit of
proximity, I was assaulted by Angelica’s frantic thoughts. I could feel her pain as blood streamed down her forehead and into her eyes, her
blazing longsword smeared dark with the black blood of some unfortunate brethren of mine. Suddenly she was startled and I lost our
connection.
Filled with rage, I took off through the maze of trees and rocks, my heart pumping maniacally against my chest, the sting of adrenaline
coursing through my veins.
Now, it is well known that there are those amongst us who possess the rare ability to modify their shape and form at will, their body
remolding itself into whatever image the demon sees fit. And they all agree that it is the single most painful and pleasurable experience one
can imagine. Unfortunately, I was oblivious to such sensations, driven solely by my concern for Angelica’s safety.
But I knew SOMETHING was happening. As I lept over roots and rocks, alike, I found myself increasing both in size and speed, a
sudden desire to run on all fours as my body contorted and shifted into something far different than I. When I burst out into the clearing I
immediately recognized the half-dozen creatures who were circling Angelica’s injured body, the light from her wings and sword her only
defense. Without hesitation I leapt upon one of my oldest and dearest friends, tearing out his jugular with my newly fashioned fangs. The
black bile that erupted from his torn flesh spilled fresh warmth into my mouth and face, fueling the hatred and anger that drove me onward.
Another demon, a demon of hate I believe, turned from his attack upon Angelica, drawn like a moth to a flame by my anger, only to find
himself impaled by her searing blade of divine energy. I stared into his eyes with vicious satisfaction as his lifeless body slid to the ground.
Then, suddenly I was attacked from behind by the demons of jealousy and strife, their combined strength forcing me to the ground as the
proceeded to pummel me with their fists and rake me with their claws. In the same instance I heard Domina’s screaching wail as she
tackled Angelica to the Earth, straddling her chest and pinning her arms to the ground. I bit back a painful howl as the two demons pinning
me to the ground began to claw deeply into my arms, boring heavily into my skin. And when I didn’t think that I could stand it anymore, I
suddenly found the two ferocious beasts collapsing to the ground beside me.
Staring up I found myself face-to-face with the same young angel whom I had confronted along with Michael on the street a few minutes
earlier. Reaching forward she took my hand in her own as she pulled me up to my feet. “Go help her” she said as she gestured towards
Angelica, before her body began to fade away into vapory mist.
Turning my attention towards the two females, I charged the pair and shoved Domina spiralling off of Angelica and into a nearby tree.
Angelica’s unconscious form lay nestled between some bushes and I felt a deep pang inside my gut at the thought of her suffering. A
sudden movement off to my right caught my attention and I immediately crouched into a protective stance over Angelica, all four paws
digging jagged ruts into the hard, cold Earth as I growled with white hot anger, baring my still-bloody fangs.
Domina was being helped to her feet by the sixth and final demon who had sought to attack my newest friend and in that instant our eyes
locked. The pain in betrayal in Domina’s eyes almost made me regret what I had done, but then her face contorted into vicious anger and
revenge and all remorse was lost to me.
“Poopsie?” I heard her shrill voice questioning me as she gestured towards my fallen angel. “What is all this? What’s come over you?”
In a sudden wave of solemn certainty I answered her as honestly as I was possible. “You wouldn’t understand.” And with that said the
shadows enveloped myself and Angelica and whisked us away to a rooftop in a nearby city, overlooking the bright glitter and sugar-coating
of the world below.
Stepping away from Angelica I padded my way to the edge of the skyscraper and looked down at the street below, sensing outward to
ensure that we had not been followed. I knew Angelica had regained her senses before she even sought to speak to me. My thoughts were
so heavily focused on her own that I doubt I would ever be able to separate myself from them.
“Poopsie?” she quested as she held a quaking palm up to her forehead, wiping away much of the blood that flowed from the cut above her
left eyebrow. Walking towards her I felt my body redefining itself once more, returning to my usual form, which I found a lot more
comfortable.
“Don’t ask”, I began to explain as I waved my hand aside absent-mindedly. “Its an old nickname from my ‘wild’ days with Domina.”
“I don’t know”, she said through winced teeth as I pried and prodded at the fresh cut. “I kind of like it.”
Then I looked down at her, our faces mere millimeters from each other, and our lips locked in a joining that defied the very nature of
everything that defined us. She was angel. I was demon. But together, we were far more.
Bracing her arm behind my head, Angelica slowly reclined back against the cold surface of the rooftop, pulling me down with her, our
bodies seeming to melt into each other as our passion took hold. My tail immediately wrapped itself around her leg, as she spread them
wide around me, using her feet to pull my hips toward her.
Momentarily dislodging my lips from her own, I looked down between us, as my penis pressed firmly against the opening to her own sex.
Then looking back up I saw the decision in her eyes and in a moment of heart-felt joy I agreed. She leaned her bead back as I slowly
forced my shaft between her lips, sighing as I felt the warmth of her surround me. Clasping my hands together behind her head, I began
trailing my mouth up and down her neck, swarming her with deep and light kisses alike as my hips slowly picked up a rhythme, driving into
her vagina with each full stroke.
“Oh God” she sighed through pursed lips, her breathing coming in sharp gasps.
It didn’t take long for her hands to begin a long trek along my body, brushing lightly along the many hairs the covered my back and chest,
sending tremors and chills up my spine as her fingers stoked the sensitivity of my flesh. She giggled as she felt my body shudder, through the
union of our bodies. The heat and pressure inside my balls slowly built from a gentle tightness into a steady pain as I felt her womanhood
contracting around me, clutching at me with each thrust. I moaned loudly as I felt a warm rush of her fluids, her own moan joining with my
own as her body too began to quiver.
“Yeah baby.” She whispered against my ear, urging me onward, as she pressed her body firmly against my own, licking the sweat from my
cheek. Turning my head sideways I found myself dipping deeper into the endless pools of her eyes, so many unsaid desires and wants now
layed out before me like an open confession. Tilting her head to the side, she stared at me with a wicked grin across her lips, forcing me to
smile and look away momentarily in an unusual display of embarrassment.
Clasping me tightly against her, she captured my lips in a deep embrace with her own, her tongue forcing itself into my mouth, before
retreating, only to re-enter yet again. Then, as she had me distracted, she rolled us both over, so that I was now laying with my back
against the cold stone and she was laying on top. Sitting up on her knees, bracing her palms against my chest, she began to rock her hips
across my groin, causing small fluctuations in our union that sent a new, subtle warmth inside me. Holding her hips firmly in my hands, I
rocked her back and forth across my body as I thrust my cock firmly up and into her with each pass.
Her motions became instantly frantic as she threw her bead and chest back in a loud, high-pitched squeal that was very characteristic of her
kind, her hands bracing themselves upon my knees. For the second time I felt her pussy clutching tightly at my shaft, and that was all that it
took to send me over the edge. Roaring with the release of so much pent up pressure I thrust my hips up against her one final time as I sent
my seed spilling deep inside her, the molten cum exciting each nerve in our sexes to their limit.
Then she leaned forward and collapsed against my chest, completely spent and utterly exhausted.
“I love you” she whispered through short, heavy breathes as she twisted the hairs of my goatee.
“I know,” I answered as I kissed her lightly on the lips. “I love you too.” And with that we fell asleep together, lost in our own world above
the toils of the humans below
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