by Zoey Marcel
“Do you want me to bring you to orgasm, Sonya?” Nimbus asked.
“Yes,” she breathed, sobbing with bliss when he touched her heated privates.
“Who is your master, slave?”
“You are.”
“And who is your god?”
“You are.”
“Then come for the one you worship. Damn the consequences, just take your pleasure. Nothing else matters except that we're together.”
His damning words got her off and she sobbed at the magnitude of the pleasure and the shadow that fell over her as her angelic nature was choked out and the dark pull of her demonic nature clawed its way to the surface to gain dominion over her.
Sonya didn't shift into her true form, but there was a dark, satanic voice whispering in her mind with the enticing quality of a serpent, urging her to surrender to the darkness and shift. She almost did, but the powerful orgasm eclipsed the temptation as she convulsed in Nimbus' arms and wept onto his shoulder.
“I love you, Nimbus. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Sonya. More than you'll ever know.”
Her heart ached and soared as she held his strong body tight, unwilling to ever let him go...for any reason.
* * *
The guests left and Sonya could hardly stand as she sat in a chair smiling at Nimbus while he built a fire. He'd given her an underworld pill a while ago to numb the pain of losing her wings. Once he had the fire going, he guided Sonya to her stomach on the bear rug in front of the fireplace and took a sword in his hand.
“I'm going to cut your wings off, slave. That's one of your vows. I want you to break it for me.”
She moaned and rested her cheek against the fur beneath her. “Yes, Master.”
He smiled. She was still impassioned beyond reason. The intense, mind-altering effects of Tesandrela could last as long as twelve hours. “Hold still, love. I don't want to hurt you.”
The sharp sword sliced through her wings easily and he tossed them aside. He breathed a few sparks onto the stubs left sticking out of her back to consume them. They dissolved quickly and he splashed water onto them before the fire could touch her skin.
“I'm a bad girl,” Sonya whispered with a naughty, tired smile.
Nimbus grinned. “Yes, you are. I'm proud of you.”
He placed his hands on the marks left behind and said a healing chant so they disappeared and only smooth skin remained. His pulse quickened with delight when he saw the branding mark of a red dragon on her left shoulder blade. He put it there long ago and it endured through time and space as their bond had.
He couldn't wait to see her shift into her true form. She was drunk enough with bliss that she'd do it if he asked, but right now he just wanted to hold her. He helped her to her feet and laid her down on the pile of her black wings.
“Mm, so soft.” She rubbed her naked body against them and he swore under his breath at the erotic sight.
“I want you to piss on your wings, slave. Show me that I mean more to you than your vow.”
Sonya smiled. “Yes, Master.”
His loins burned and ached as he watched her pee on her thighs and the wings beneath her, seeming titillated by the treacherous act. He unzipped his fly and pulled his penis out so he could piss on her wings as well.
She moved her hand so it hit the stream of liquid. Her action surprised him, but he grinned and directed the spray to her body, growing hot with need when he saw her gape and writhe with primal energy.
“You're the perfect woman for me.” He pulled her to her feet. “Shower with me, love.”
He nudged her into the bathroom, telling her to warm up the water for them.
Drakkar came over with the recorder. “I'll put the original with your things and make a copy. You want me to send it right away?”
Nimbus felt a keen sense of vengeance. He wished he could see the look on Cassiel's face when he saw the woman he loved willingly shuddering and crying out with need in the arms of the fallen. He wished he could witness Cassiel's tears when he heard Sonya confess her love and devotion for Nimbus.
“Yes. I'll drive her over to your place afterward to hide her since they'll be expecting her at Ane Rouge now.”
“No problem.” Drakkar left.
Nimbus smiled as he stepped into the shower with his mate and caressed every inch of her body as he washed her. If that wasn't revenge at its best, he didn't know what was.
* * *
Cassiel was numb with shock. He damned her. Nimbus damned her. They really should’ve turned the screen off, but the film was like a train wreck he couldn't walk away from. At first Sonya protested and fought her demon captors. He became enraged at the way they mistreated and used her for their own base needs.
Then she gave into temptation and reveled in it. He tried to tell himself the sirens' song was responsible, but the wicked wenches hadn't sung the entire time. He put a hand over his mouth when he saw her being taken by the monsters in their true forms. It would be easier to convince oneself that they weren't sinning if the devils were in humanoid form, but the last half were in their evil bodies. There was no way to rationalize through that.
Blade's mouth hung open as he watched. He was the only one Cassiel hadn't thrown out once the film started.
Sonya climaxed from being taunted with damnation. What the hell was so pleasant about burning in a lake of fire and wallowing in the darkness of the abyss forever? Nimbus told her it would be fun and they would have perverted orgies. Clever. No wonder she blubbered all that rubbish about wanting to burn with him. What fallen creature wouldn't if hell was truly that way?
Cassiel cringed and had to blink when he saw six demons gang up on her at once.
Blade gasped. “The Seven Debaucheries. I never thought I'd see an angelic being involved in one of those.”
Cassiel knew demons were perverse, but he hadn't fathomed the existence of such lurid behavior. His heart shattered when he saw that Sonya's eyes were orange, compliments of her succubus nature. The way she looked and acted was beyond normal. She seemed possessed, addicted and lost to reckless abandon.
He had to look away when he saw Nimbus draw a sword. The sound of the metal hacking a softer material filled his ears. His eyes watered and Cassiel dared to peek back at the screen. Her beautiful wings, her last chance at redemption lay on the floor. Then that monster ordered her to piss on them. Sonya smiled. She actually smiled and peed on them like he ordered her to.
His stomach turned when he saw Nimbus piss on her and the way she delighted in the degradation that robbed her of her soul. Who in their right mind behaved that way and reveled in their destruction? His heart ached when the answer came to him. A demon.
“Is that all?”
“Yeah,” said Blade.
“Shut it off.” Cassiel felt nauseated. “Summon the cruxim. Once you do I want you to personally go after her.”
“You want me to slay her?” Blade sounded sad.
“No,” Cassiel lowered his tone when he realized he nearly shouted the word. “I want you to rescue her so she has a chance to redeem herself.”
“What? She just shagged forty demons, half of them in their sodding true forms and you think she can be forgiven for that?”
“The sirens' song bewitched her and the effects of Tesandrela clouded her mind. The Almighty will understand and give her another chance.”
Blade looked irritated. “Bewitched my ass. They say Tesandrela can only be reached when a person loses their soul and is aroused beyond the point of right and wrong. When nothing else matters but what they want and they cease to give a shit about morality and ethics.”
Cassiel's eyes squeezed shut. “Once the effects of the high wears off, she will regret her mistake and beg forgiveness.”
“Look, I don't want to see her burn either, but she broke her vow. Why should she get special treatment just because you -”
“You stood in the garden and begged Christ's forgiveness for the unholy acts you co
mmitted after Delilah captured you and Nimbus turned you into a demon! Did the Son of God spare you any mercy when you repented, or did he make you the first crusnik and commission you to slay vampires to earn back your redemption?” Cassiel yelled.
Blade blinked in surprise before looking guilty. “You're right. I'm sorry.”
“I'll speak with the Father. If he agrees with my suggestion, then you can tell Sonya the terms of her salvation when you go to rescue her.”
“What terms?”
“I don't know. There has to be some way she can prove to God and the entire world that she's truly sorry for what she did and she didn't mean all those wretched things she said.”
Blade snorted. “Well, as long as Nimbus is in the picture, she'll never be saved.”
Cassiel turned to him. “Then he needs to be removed from it.”
“You want me to kill him?”
“No. Sonya will have to do it to prove that God means more to her than Nimbus does.”
Blade appeared skeptical. “Do you really think she's going to kill him after the way she told him she loved him?”
His chest ached severely and he started to get hyper again. “Sonya was high. She doesn't love him. I'm going to present my suggestion to God and if he agrees, you can give her the message. And Blade, be sure she understands the magnitude of the consequences should she refuse.”
“I will.” Blade walked off.
Cassiel breathed his words out softly through a grieved exhale. “I won't let him damn you.”
* * *
Sonya awoke in a large, luxurious bed she didn't recognize. Nimbus was gone. He'd slept next to her, but got up early to prepare for the battle on the city that night. She sighed, still feeling impassioned with joy as she rubbed her bare legs against the linen sheets. She was in heaven.
The way he'd lain on the bed with her after their shower last night and stroked her body lovingly as he crooned to her ran back through her mind.
“Your first vow was to slay vampires, but I won't let you do that anymore,” he'd told her as he caressed her nude body and held her against his. “You swore never to let vampires drink your blood, but now they have and you've given them powers that will ensure their victory against their enemies.”
Her body had heated beneath his taunting words as his hands roamed her skin.
“The blood I gave you to drink earlier wasn't from a vampire. It was human blood, Sonya.”
“What?” Her shock had been eclipsed by the fog of bliss surrounding her and she'd lain immobilized as he fondled her crotch.
“That's against your vows, love. You slept with demons. Also against your vows. Do you remember how good they made you feel?”
“Yes,” she breathed as his fingers resurrected the ardent sensations to life.
“You were told not to let anyone cut off your wings. What did you let me do, slave?”
“You cut off my wings.” Her head had rolled back as he worked her to the edge before stopping and repeating the agonizing cycle.
“You gave your word that you wouldn't use your demonic powers, or give into your propensities as a succubus. You communicated with me telepathically, Sonya. Your eyes turned orange and you reached the satanic version of paradise. You broke your vow, sweet girl. I damned you. Say it.” His face had been intense with lust and authority.
“You damned me.” She gasped as the intensity of her climax had stolen possession of her and delivered her over to him permanently.
“The only vow left unbroken is your oath never to shift into your demonic form. But you will for me, won't you?”
“I, I don't know.”
“You will. Say you will.”
She whimpered at the maddening way the nerves in her skin had tingled with life when he gently rubbed her swollen labia. “Yes, I will.”
“When I get back you will shift and we will mate in our true forms. You want that more than anything, don't you?”
“Yes. Oh Nimbus, hold me.” She'd clung to him, desperate to feel him against her and he'd held her for the remainder of the night while they slept.
Now he was off preparing for battle. How cozy the bed was. She thought she heard Blade's voice from down the hall. Likely her imagination. What would he be doing here? Two men entered the room. One was Blade, but the other she didn't recognize.
“What's wrong with her?” the man with brown hair and eyes asked.
“She's in Tesandrela. It's the demonic version of paradise,” Blade explained.
“What's in the canteen?” the stranger asked.
The bed was so warm and comfortable. Wouldn't it be nice if they joined her in it? She could hardly move due to the exertion from the night before, but who would want to move from such a wonderful bed with all those delicious memories swimming in her head?
“Holy water,” Blade replied.
Sonya began hacking when water splashed onto her face. What the hell was wrong with him?
“Hold her head back,” the dark angel demanded.
The stranger did as he was told. He was a werewolf. She could tell by the scent. Was it Aramis?
Blade pried her lips open and forced her to drink the salty water he poured down her throat. When he pulled back, she spat the extra in his face. That would teach him to give her tainted water to drink.
“How long will it take to snap her out of it?” the other man asked.
“Not sure. Hopefully not long. I've got a battle to prepare for.”
Sonya grabbed her head as a splitting migraine pierced her for a full, agonizing minute before it passed and her mental clarity was restored. She blinked before a dose of reality overtook her. She was in a strange bed naked and Blade was here, looking pissed off. Did he know what she did last night?
She pulled the sheet over her more and cringed. Oh god, what had she done? Flashbacks raced through her mind and her mouth fell open in shock. “Blade, what are you doing here?”
“I might ask you the same question,” he returned coldly.
“How did you know where to find me?”
The other man spoke. “I went to your friend, Tansy, and had her do a locator spell to find you. I ran into Blade along the way.”
“Are you Aramis?” she asked, feeling strangely relieved when he nodded. She glanced at Blade and swallowed. “Why do you look bothered?”
“Bothered? Oh no, bothered is an understatement. Seeing that footage of you damning yourself was bloody haunting.”
A cold feeling started in the pit of her stomach. “What footage?”
“The little film Nimbus made of you getting your jollies with devils and letting the undead feed on you. Thank you for that, by the way. It's going to make fighting tonight a hell of a lot harder when the enemy knows our plans in advance and the vampires we face will be immune to our bite.”
Her head lowered in shame. “I'm so sorry.”
Blade stood and paced, teeming with fury. “Oh, that's good, Sonya. That's bloody rich. How much weight do you think that little apology will carry in the afterlife?”
She shuddered as the full brunt of what she'd done finally hit her. “I broke my vow.”
Blade rolled his eyes. “I'm glad you're finally starting to feel remorse for your sins. When Nimbus turned me into a demon and Delilah shagged me I was drowning in shame for I don't know how long. It wasn't until I stood near the cross and heard Christ ask the Father to forgive the men who tortured and crucified him that I finally wondered if maybe there might be a chance that he'd forgive a fallen angel for turning his back on the light.”
Sonya said nothing.
“But not you. I've never seen anyone so eager to damn themselves.”
Her eyes squeezed shut and moisture gathered. “I'm really sorry. I don't know what else to say. It was all too much. I couldn't handle it. Why didn't you come for me sooner?”
Blade looked outraged. “Oh, so it's my fault you're a sodding tramp?”
She burst into tears and Aramis pulled her into his arms. “She's
not a tramp. She made a mistake and she regrets it. Stop torturing her and tell her the terms.”
She sniffled. “What terms?”
Blade looked at her seriously. “You have one chance and one chance only at making up for this.”
“Yes, tell me. I'll do anything.”
“You have to kill Nimbus.”
The words were unreal. “What?”
“If you slay Nimbus you'll be forgiven and restored as a crusnik.”
She searched for an excuse. “But he's not a vampire. I'm not allowed to kill other demons.”
“They're making an exception this once.”
“What happens if he gets away?”
Blade shot her a warning glance. “Now isn't the time for folly, Sonya. Kill the damned incubus and get your life back. If you don't, you'll burn in hell. The real hell with fire, darkness and eternal torment, not the bloody playgirl fantasy he tried to tell you it was.”
Tears streamed down her face and she swallowed down the lump in her throat. Her heart ached in misery as guilt plagued her conscience for her unforgivable sins. She had one last chance to redeem herself and she must take it. She would be a fool not to.
Chapter Thirteen:
Through The Fire
Sonya dressed in a snug, white T-shirt, a black hoodie, skin-tight jeans and black boots. Aramis stood in the doorway of the bathroom watching her while she combed her hair. She'd gotten it cut a while back. The short, choppy layers and bangs framed her face. Her brown eyes were still moist and puffy from extensive crying.
She appeared human, but she was a crusnik. The proof of this was gone. Her lovely wings were back at Ane Rouge on the floor, dampened with urine. The thought kindled despair.
“Sonya.”
She turned to look at Aramis.
“I know this is probably the worst time to bring this up, but when this is over I still want you.”
His steadfast affection for her was moving. “You still think I'm your mate?”
His face saddened. “I thought you were, but now that I'm free of the Soul Fusion spell, it's different. I'm still very attracted to you and I think you're an amazing woman.”
“But I'm not your mate.”
He shook his head. “I still want you, though.”