by A. J. Markam
“You’re not a woman,” I sneered. “You’re a little girl in a woman’s body – a prude, a goody-goody two-shoes, a cocktease – ”
Her eyes went wide as saucers and her mouth dropped open in shock.
“ – who doesn’t know the first goddamn thing about pleasing a man.”
“Yes I do,” she said vehemently, then grew almost bashful. “I could… I could let you kiss me.”
“You don’t need to be kissed,” I sneered. “You need to be fucked. HARD.”
A shocked cry escaped her lips, and we just stood there staring at each other – her in obvious distress, and me being driven insane by the scent of roses and the sight of her breasts heaving up and down beneath her toga.
Then I grunted and turned back for the door.
This isn’t worth it. She’s probably horrible in bed –
“How would you fuck me?” she whispered.
…HELLO…
That was the first time she’d used a swear word – and it was a doozy. For an angel, at least.
I turned back around and looked at her.
She was trembling.
I don’t know why I was so annoyed with her – maybe because of all the haughty, Miss Priss shit from earlier in the night; maybe because of her smug superiority towards Stig and Alaria – but I completely dispensed with the whole I’d kiss you and slowly undress you rigamarole.
“I would rip that toga off you,” I snarled. “Then I’d push you down on that sofa over there, and I’d feel you up from head to toe. I’d squeeze your breasts and pinch your nipples so hard you’d cry out. Then I would make you get down on your knees and undo my pants and take out my cock and suck it. And the entire time I’d make you look me in the eyes while you did it. And then, when I was ready – and only then – I’d flip you over on your hands and knees and I’d take you from behind and I would fuck your brains out.”
As I talked, her face and upper chest flushed red, and her breasts heaved even more under her toga.
“Would you spank me?” she whispered.
“Because you’re bad?” I hissed sarcastically.
She nodded rapidly, looking at me with frightened eyes.
“I would spank you so much that your ass would be red for the next three days.”
She cried out involuntarily – a little feminine ‘Oh!’ – that made me twice as hard.
“…alright,” she whispered.
I stared at her. “What?”
“Alright,” she nodded, her whole body trembling.
My cock was straining out of my pants – but I couldn’t do it.
I mean, come on. She’d been talking about ‘the marriage bed’ and ‘I might let you touch me below the navel but above the waist’ two minutes ago.
This wasn’t a down-to-fuck chick. This was a Sunday school girl.
Plus… if I’m going to be honest…
Alaria.
I know that’s pathetic. I know that I should have moved on. I know that I shouldn’t have been thinking about her. I had a willing supermodel standing in front of me, and I was mooning over my ex-girlfriend?
…lover?
Whatever.
But I just couldn’t go through with it.
So I sort of faked my way out of the situation.
I laughed once in disbelief and shook my head. “You got kicked out of heaven for impure thoughts, and now you want to fuck like a porno? I don’t think so.”
She looked at me in shock, then fury. “I do not know what kind of beast a porno is, but I will surely… be carnal like one.”
I laughed again, then turned around and headed for the door. “Keep it in your pants, babe. Maybe they’ll let you back into heaven someday.”
I was almost to the door when she dropped the atom bomb.
“And that is why she left you.”
I turned around again, furious.
The corner of her mouth rose up the tiniest bit, and she gave me a condescending half-smile.
“Because you’re not really a man,” she drawled maliciously.
Ohhhh, FUCK YOU, bitch. It’s ON now.
I stomped across the room. Her eyes widened in fright – but also in erotic suspense.
I grabbed the front of her toga and tore it in half. RRRRIIIIPP.
Jesus…
Her breasts were magnificent. Full and soft and round, a great set of double D’s that wobbled with the violence of me ripping her clothes. Little pink areolas and hard, small nipples.
But I didn’t pause to look.
I grabbed one breast roughly with my right hand and squeezed hard, smashing her soft flesh between my fingers.
“Oh!” she cried out in ecstasy.
I reached my other hand up under the short skirt of her toga and clutched her ass.
Fuuuuuuck.
God damn she had a great ass. Firm and full and round.
I found her panties, a little silken strand of cloth between her ass cheeks. I slid my finger between her legs –
Holy SHIT she was soaked.
I pressed her hard against my body, grinding her crotch against my hard-on.
“Ohhhhh!” she moaned, and tilted her head back.
That was invitation enough for me.
I attacked her neck, biting it.
“OHHH!” she shrieked, and raked her fingernails down my back.
Then I took both of my hands and forced her down to her knees.
She went willingly.
Within seconds she was kneeling before me, her eyes wide with both terror and yearning. She watched hungrily as I stripped off my clothes.
(I also quickly turned my Sensory Levels all the way up. There was no way I was going to stay at 1% for this.)
When my cock came bobbing out, she gasped and looked at it with both shock and pained desire – like she wanted it badly, but was afraid at the same time.
“Suck it,” I ordered.
She looked up at me in panic.
“Open your mouth,” I snapped.
She did.
“Wider.”
She did, her frightened eyes staring into mine.
I put the tip between her lips and then eased it inside her mouth.
As I did, her eyes rolled back in her head, and her whole body shivered with delight. Her white wings stretched out from her back and flapped once, then folded back in place.
I began to move slowly in and out of her mouth.
I don’t know what the fuck possessed me.
My anger at her, which she’d knowingly provoked?
Maybe my own misplaced anger at Alaria?
The fact I was still a little drunk?
I didn’t know. What I did know was something dark took over me…
…and I liked it.
I guess that saying’s true: still waters run deep.
There was another saying I’d heard, too:
Treat a princess like a whore, and a whore like a princess.
Somebody was getting treated like a whore tonight.
“Open wider,” I ordered. “No teeth – that’s it. Lick it with your tongue… thaaaat’s it…”
She moaned as I moved in and out of her mouth. She tried to maintain eye contact, though her eyes kept rolling back into her head in bliss.
When she did manage to look at me, though, it was the sweetest, most innocent gaze you could imagine.
I couldn’t keep looking at her, though. There was something about the trustfulness in her eyes that made me ashamed.
I pulled out of her mouth.
“Noooo,” she whimpered.
“Get up,” I snapped.
She did, right away.
I grabbed her roughly by the shoulder and spun her around. Then I bent her over and forced her arms onto the couch.
I pulled the rest of her toga off and ripped her panties in two. They were so light and gossamer that they tore apart easily in my hands.
“Oh,” she cried out.
I stared down at her ass, perfect and white.
Her pussy was fully visible, gorgeous and pink, with a sheen of wetness shining on her swollen lips.
I grabbed her waist, lined up my head with her slit, and eased myself inside.
God she was tight. Not as tight as a frost elf, but snug nonetheless.
“OHHHHHH!” she shrieked.
I grabbed her long, blonde hair in my right hand and pulled so that her head was reared back in the air.
And then I began to fuck her.
She cried out deliriously, grunting and screaming as my pelvis smacked into her ass.
“Aren’t you – going to – spank me?” she managed to moan between thrusts.
I pulled out completely.
“Noooooo,” she whined.
“Get on the couch on all fours,” I ordered.
“It’s a chaise longue,” she informed me.
What the fuck? This was a fantasy world – why did we have snooty French words here?
“Well get up on the goddamn chaise longue then.”
She did as I ordered, then looked over her shoulder pleadingly, her golden hair beautifully disarrayed around her perfect face.
“Look DOWN.”
She did, burying her face in the white leather cushions.
“You… are a bad, bad girl,” I said in a low, threatening voice.
She moaned, and her dove-like wings trembled.
“You deserve to be punished.”
She sounded like she was going to cry.
Then I pulled my hand back.
WHAP!
“OH!” she cried out in both pain and pleasure.
I traced my fingers across that perfect ass. Her porcelain skin was quickly growing red with the outline of my palm.
“You are a bad angel,” I snarled.
“…yes…” she whispered breathlessly.
“You are bad GIRL.”
“…yes, yes…”
“And you deserve everything you get.”
WHAP!
“Oh my God!” she cried out, caught somewhere between agony and ecstasy.
“You have impure desires,” I rumbled.
“…yes, yes, yes…” she moaned.
“You should be spanked over and over and over,” I snarled.
“…yes, oh yes…”
I gripped the base of my shaft and put my swollen head right up next to her lips. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes, please, yes,” she groaned, and wriggled her ass back towards me, trying to take me inside her.
“Too bad,” I jeered, and stepped back and smacked her again.
WHAP!
“OH!” she cried out, almost weeping.
“Tell me you don’t want it,” I snarled.
“But I dooooo,” she moaned.
WHAP!
“Tell me you don’t want it.”
“I… I don’t want it…”
“LIAR!”
WHAP!
“OHHH!”
“Tell me what you want,” I ordered.
“…please… please join our flesh as one…”
“NO. Tell me like you really want it.”
“…I don’t… I don’t understand…”
“Beg me to fuck you.”
She gave a breathy sigh of despair. “…no…”
WHAP!
“OH!”
“We both know you’re bad. We both know you’re a liar when you try to act good. So say it. Say, ‘Fuck me, Ian.’”
“…oh… please, no…”
WHAP!
“SAY IT!”
“…p-please… please… fuck me, Ian…”
I grabbed her blonde hair and pulled her head up. Her halo of golden light shimmered above her head, and her face was contorted in ecstasy.
“Say, ‘Please put your cock inside me and fuck me.’”
“No, I can’t – ”
“LIAR!”
WHAP!
“OH!”
She began panting and her wings began shivering.
If she’d been wet before, she was literally dripping with desire now.
“SAY IT!”
“Please, Ian – please put your… put your cock in me… and FUCK me.”
I was surprised at the lustful delight that broke through in her voice, a gleeful surrender to desire and everything she’d ever been taught was wrong.
I slipped the tip in.
She moaned.
“Is this what you want?”
“M-more…”
“Say, ‘Put your cock all the way inside me and fuck me hard.’”
With unrestrained joy she cried out, “Put your dirty cock inside me and fuck me HARD!”
And so I did.
She cried out as I slammed inside her. She screamed my name as I sped up, slowed down, went shallow and then deep.
Finally her cries rose to a crescendo, and she screamed out almost in bewilderment, “Is this coming? Is this – is – oh my god – oh my heavens – I’m – oh Yanok – OH MY GOD – ”
And then she ended with one long, uninterrupted shriek.
Her orgasmic cry pushed me over the edge, and I bellowed as I emptied inside her, over and over.
Then I collapsed on her back, her wings soft between our bodies. I smelled the rose-like scent of her hair as she panted beneath me.
Almost a minute of silence went by with me still inside her, and then she whispered, “…can we do it again?”
I should have been excited by that.
I should have been ready to go, right then and there.
Something didn’t feel right, though.
Whether it was how I’d acted – the things I’d said, which were pretty outside my normal behavior –
Or maybe it was the lingering guilt over fucking a woman who wasn’t Alaria.
Or maybe it was how excited Meera was at being dominated and debased.
Or maybe it was doing such dirty things to an actual angel.
No matter what it was, I felt weird.
I pulled out of her and stood up. “I should really be going.”
“Noooo,” she pleaded, looking over her shoulder as she remained on her belly. “Please stay!”
“I should go find Stig.”
“He’s coming back! Besides, where are you going to go?”
That was a good question. One I didn’t have an answer for.
“I don’t know – I’ll figure it out.”
Then she rolled over from her stomach to her back, and everything changed.
Her beautiful breasts jiggled and swayed atop her petite frame. Her thighs were pressed together, but I could see the golden, curly hair at the ‘V’ above them.
“You’ve already defiled me once,” she said shyly. “Don’t you want to do it again?”
As she finished speaking, she opened her legs to me.
Oh fuck.
Her pink, wet lips beckoned, and little Ian sprang back to full attention.
Then the killing blow: she bit her lower lip as she stared at me with those sapphire eyes.
I’d slept with a devil woman countless times – might as well balance it out with an angel.
“Why not,” I said, then grunted as I slid back inside her.
16
Except the second time didn’t go exactly as planned.
As I began rocking back and forth inside her, I began kissing her. She tasted sweet, like peaches – although she was only a so-so kisser. A little awkward, which I guess came with the territory of having never done anything but have impure thoughts –
Whoa!
Had I just had sex with a virgin?!
I stopped and stared down at her. “Have you ever had sex before?”
She shyly shook her head ‘no.’
Whoa.
A first for me – both in the game world and the real world.
We began kissing again as I started moving inside her.
I squeezed her breast in my right hand, her ass with my left, and moved my mouth down to kiss her neck. I was definitely enjoy
ing myself –
But she wasn’t making any noises this time.
I stopped again.
“Is something wrong?” I asked.
“…no…” she said hesitantly.
Which meant there was definitely something wrong.
“What is it?”
She winced.
“What?” I asked, worried.
“…I like it when you say I’m bad.”
That was easy enough.
“You’re bad,” I said, though without putting much effort into it, and went back to nuzzling her neck.
“No,” she whined coquettishly, “I like it when you mean it.”
I pulled back up so I could look her in the eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
She shook her head ‘no.’
“Being an angel and having sex isn’t bad enough for you?”
She got a hungry look in her eye. “I like it when you make me do bad things.”
Daaaamn.
“And,” she added breathily, “I like it when you do bad things to me.”
Fuuuuuck.
“What kind of bad things?” I said huskily, getting turned on in a way I hadn’t been just a minute before.
“Things you’re not supposed to do,” she whispered.
My left hand was still clutching her ass.
I got an idea.
“Like this?” I asked as I moved one finger closer to her asshole.
She was so drenched that a lot of her juices had dripped down, and I began to rub her hole using her own wetness as a lubricant.
She gasped, and her eyes shone like she was immensely turned on.
“Don’t,” she whispered, but in a voice that sounded like Yes!
“Okay, that’s not going to work,” I said sternly. “If you’re going to tell me ‘no’ when you mean ‘yes,’ then we need to have a safeword.”
“Safeword?”
“Yeah, it’s a word that means ‘Stop.’”
“Why wouldn’t I just say ‘stop’?”
“So that you can say ‘stop,’ and I won’t actually stop – until you say the safeword.”
“Ohhhhhh,” she murmured, obviously liking the idea a great deal.
“So what do you want to be your safeword? It should be something you wouldn’t ordinarily say.”
She thought for a second, then blushed. “Cock.”
“Uh, no, you’re going to be saying that a lot.”
“Oh,” she breathed, even more turned on. “Um… dragon.”
I frowned. “Okay… sure, why not. Ready to try it?”