“What have you done, Belial?” she asked accusingly. She received nothing by way of reply.
“Whatever joke you are playing you can stop now, for I’m not in the mood,” she voiced.
The blonde demon continued his rant while pacing back and forth without acknowledging her arguments.
“This is ridiculous,” she said quietly as she sighed heavily with frustration and plopped her head back down on the pillow.
He stopped pacing and looked at her, his face haunting even in the shadows.
“What’s happening here?” Mara asked him shortly.
Belial half-shrugged and replied, “A bit of harmless fun, unfortunately.”
“What do you mean by that?” she inquired.
“Fun is always pleasurable to be had. It’s unfortunate because it’s harmless,” he explained. He sighed, and then continued before she could interrupt, “Though I suppose, any fun is better than no fun at all. Don’t you agree?”
“Not if I’m the fool in this particular game of fun,” Mara replied, spewing the last word with cynicism.
“Oh, that’s right,” Belial said, as if he had just been enlightened before adding derisively, “You like to be the seductress, or so I’ve been told. Am I stepping on your toes by acting as the dominant?”
Mara blinked at him from the bed, measured animosity behind her hazel eyes. His tone was mocking and set her on edge, but she was in no position to do anything about it unfortunately.
She ignored the question to interrupt with one of her own, “Why can’t I move?”
His head tilted slightly to the left, he regarded her for several seconds with examining disapproval, and then frowned slightly.
“Because I don’t trust you,” he answered before he started pacing slowly again, as slow as a lion stalks its prey in the brush before leaping. “My trust is something to be gained, my dear.”
He used this time to pull the sheet from her still body, bathing her in frigid air that only covered her in gooseflesh but caused her nipples to harden beneath her matching gown despite the anxiety that ran through her.
Mara’s eyes went to his stealthy figure slowly, before lowering themselves in nervous compunction to the mattress upon which she laid.
“Alright, why, exactly, am I here?” she asked, trying to formulate a plan to remove herself from her precarious position.
“You mean in this room?” Belial asked from the darkness. His voice was, again, mocking and Mara could taste the pleasure he was getting while toying with her. Using what he assumed to be her stupidity to his advantage.
“Yes,” she replied impatiently.
“Ah, well…” he answered so quietly she had to perk her ears to hear his sultry voice, “I’m sure that won’t take you long to figure out.”
Mara nearly jumped as his hand slid from the shadows to land on her bare ankle. Feeling his skin upon her own, she found it to be cold, much like the room itself against her heated exterior. There was a time when she would have been surprised that he felt bloodless, when he had so endeared her with his speech and manners, but that time had past. After meeting his more aggressive half less than an hour prior to the current time, the reality that he was indeed without a heart or void of warmth was nary a shock to her and she accepted it more readily than she had previously thought possible. Within moments his searching hand had made its way halfway up her leg, exploring her length and suppleness with a profound ease, pushing her gown upward as he went about his task. Still, she could not move and could do nothing but pray that he would grant her leniency for whatever crime he thought she had committed.
Without stopping his caress, he asked, “To who and why are you praying, child?”
Her mind froze at his intuition and her prayers stopped dead in their tracks. He read my mind.
He met her silence with another bit of questions, “Of course I read your mind, you silly female. What do you take me for? Do you not enjoy this? Are your prayers for freedom? And from what should you be freed? From your own fear? Or from your own guilt?”
“What is it you think I fear?” she asked, nudging her anxiousness aside for the moment.
“That you might enjoy this, do not fret. Throw that fear aside and take enjoyment in the pleasures that can befall your senses here, in my temple,” he answered with the knowledge that his own passionate nature was about to dislodge from its chains.
From the bottom of the bed, he joined her. Crawling onto the mattress like a cat on all fours, he removed his hand from her long enough to secure his position on the bed, which was to straddle her legs and tower above her with animalistic greed showing within his light eyes. Her breathing increased in tempo at the worries she then put herself through, imagining the horrors she could be presented with to be carried out at his leisure, and she noticed not the coiled leather contraption he carried around his waist until he untied it elegantly and played with it between his two pale, large hands. The moment she felt its touch upon her neck, she snapped out of her dream-like state and peered up at him, wondering what he was doing. She soon came to realize with horror that in his left hand he held a black leather whip and was letting the tip of the lash dangle above her exposed neck while idly touching it down upon her milky flesh every few seconds to take in her reaction to the tortuous instrument.
She tried to conceal her true reaction to it, thinking if she showed fear he might begin to question her motives and her identity, but only managed to conceal it partly, for the pain the whip promised was far too unnerving to her to shut out. Each time the leather tip came towards her chest she hissed a breath in, expecting Belial to use force and cause her the undeniable sting that would result in a lashing. But each time it touched her, it was with a gentleness she did not expect. After several minutes of teasing her, Belial advanced his technique, allowing the tip of the whip to glide along her visible collarbone and trail down the middle of her chest, just between the swell of breasts. He watched the instrument make its way down from the pulsating hollow of her throat to the heaving part of her chest, never taking his eyes from it and noting her reaction with each stroke. Unfortunately her gown hindered his pleasure, as it covered most of her body and made it impossible to see the beads of sweat glisten along its contours and any other arousing features.
So, without any more thought, he set the whip down beside her and grasping the neckline of her velvety gown, ripped it down the middle, exposing her upper body for all it was worth. His eyes roved along her flattened stomach, which due to her naturally thin figure gave sight to her ribcage peeking through her tight flesh. Belial, wanting to run his hand along her tummy and nip at its delicate surface, reined in his desire long enough to remind himself that he wanted to prepare her first, make her feel just as much passion for him as he did for her. His desire, however, was more difficult to control as his stormy eyes moved to her swollen breasts, which due to her transition had doubled in size since her heavenly existence. Mara figured it was all a part of the 'changes' that Michael had warned her about, and did not concentrate much on it. Perfectly round, they were soft on the outside to the touch but firm on the inside, and topped with dark pink nipples which were now stiff and perky from a mixture of the cool atmosphere and the slow teasing of the whip.
Mara supposed that her arousal, however unconscious, could also be blamed on Belial’s impressive physique as she was forced to gaze upon his bare upper torso. He had pushed his cloak over his shoulders to give him more ease with which to work and his athletic structure made it clear that he had been born in the heavens. His arms and chest were so sculpted that if Mara hadn’t known better, she would have thought he had been one of his carved statues brought to life. His body was so toned it looked like a chiseled ice sculpture and so finely explained his popularity with the female spirits that she was struggling to not become; one of those hypnotized fans that surround him in his conquests.
Needless to say, it was easier said than done as he placed a hand on the mattress to hold himself up as he
lowered his upper half down slightly to place his head at her abdomen just below her sternum. Immediately his tongue darted from his mouth to connect with her moist flesh in a long swipe, as he licked the thin layer of perspiration from her body, running its cool tip up along the area between her breasts as his cheeks brushed them briskly as he continued upward. Her own arousal heightening substantially at his touch, just as it had begun to do with the other male spirits down in Charun’s region when they had initiated a sexual experience, Mara began seeing a pattern here.
Without a male’s sensual touch she was the same angel that had served above in Heaven, carrying out her duties without complaint and wholly virtuous. But as soon as a male spirit laid a sexually exciting hand on her, her virtues stepped aside to allow the sensual desires in and her mind as well as her body gave way to corruption. That, she began to figure out, was what was happening here. Belial’s touch was beginning to awaken her normally dormant side, a side which fed on passion and pain, the side which had obviously been installed within her mind during the transition from Heaven to Hell to make her seem as if she fit in with all of the depraved spirits inhabiting these regions. She also found that it was hard to control once it began its wake and was obliged to give into it as she felt the demon’s white tongue slither its way up her chest until it reached her throat and then stop.
Belial sat up once again and smiled slightly, keeping it to one side and said, “Ah but I’m glad we didn’t lose our sense of taste in our exile, for I would not be able to taste the salty fruits of your arousal so easily.”
***
He looked down at Mara and was pleased to see her flushed face already showing signs of passion at such an early stage of the game.
“But let’s not stop there,” he said a bit breathlessly, still holding his lust-filled fantasies inside.
Not giving her time to respond, he tore through the remainder of her gown, pushing its mangled pieces to each side to give him as much room as possible to work with her body. She swallowed hard but remained silent, trying to get control over her overpowering thoughts and desires but kept noticing that she was failing. After the gown had been disposed of, Belial scooted off her legs and hooking his thumbs under the fabric covering her hips, he slowly pulled her panties off, not hiding his arousal at the sight of her auburn patch covering her most coveted body part. She noticed that her body only seemed to move when he guided it, as her legs bent slightly to allow him to slide the velvety material down their lengths and removed them completely as he pulled them through her entangled feet. Throwing the black panties aside, he returned his attentions to her naked self, gliding his hands up and down her skin to fully awaken her senses to his touch. Kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples, silkily moving down her abdomen and then trailing over her slim hips with one hand while his other hooked under her left thigh and parted it from her other leg, turning it outward and bringing her knee almost to her hip.
She looked down at him, nearly defenseless now in her arousal, and watched him bend at the waist from his kneeling position and bury his head between her thighs. Stealing soft moans from within her cavity, he slowly lavished attention on her core, surprisingly gentle for his reputation and not surprisingly very good at his technique, as he simply played with her outer folds lazily with his pointed tongue with the occasional lick at her clit, merely warming it up for the main event. But it lasted only a fleeting moment, not long enough for her to gain an orgasm from it and he sat up once again, knowing he’d return to it in a moment. Instead he busied himself with her navel, swirling his tongue around it before twirling it into her hollow hole. The bellybutton could be the most erotic part of the body if attended to properly and Belial was one such spirit who knew every inch of every erogenous zone possessed on the body. From the nipples to the clit to the phallus to the anus, he had worked them all. The fact that he did not possess a bellybutton only fascinated him more during these times.
“Well, I see you were, in fact, a mortal once,” he voiced in between licks, his voice muffled from his activities, “as mortals are the only ones to possess such an interesting part of anatomy.”
Mara blinked her confusion as she realized Belial was without a birth scar, his abdomen as smooth and unscarred as a newborn’s butt. Just as he was fascinated with her possession of one, she was fascinated with his absence of one. If she could move on her own she would have placed her hand on his stomach to run it over his unusual physique. But she couldn’t, all she could do was lay there and take what he dished out. Not that it wasn’t physically pleasant, it was in fact. Each lick to her lower abdomen caused her thighs and stomach to tingle and shivers to run their way up her spine, but these shivers and tingles ended just between her thighs, deep within her cunt until her trembling was apparent to both herself and Belial who put an end to his ministrations and moved his head upward on her body.
Closing his mouth over her right nipple, his hand let go of her leg to reach up and grasp her left breast, kneading it with fervent pressure as he applied just the right amount to her nipple with his lips. His suckling sent shockwaves through her, and for the first time her body obeyed her commands as her back arched to shove her breasts into him, reveling in the closeness it gave her. Upon noticing her sudden submission, he squeezed her left breast harder, eliciting a sharp moan from her lips before she quieted down and he began to run his thumb across her nipple, enlarging it before his mouth took it in its grasp applying enough suction to bruise it. His arm wrapped around her back to connect her firmly to his body while his other hand moved down between her legs to rub her into ecstasy with his index and middle finger. All the while his mouth never left her breast as he would pull on the nipple until it would slip from his lips only to take quite a large amount of her darkened flesh into his mouth to suck on it before it would slip from his aggressive hold once again.
Her body systematically on fire now from his simultaneous sucking and rubbing, Mara began to notice that the paralysis she had found herself in earlier was slowly slipping away and in its place she felt more sensation than ever before. Everything was heightened. She didn’t even notice the frigid temperature of Belial’s skin anymore. All she noticed was that his touch was electrifying. Sparks of want flew within her aching realms and all she found herself wanting was to let go. Normally she would have stopped this, stopped the desire before it overpowered her, but she decided against it. Since Belial was one of Lucifer’s most trusted disciples, perhaps he knew where the sword was located. If she could get into his good graces, maybe she could get him to reveal some information to her that she could use to speed up the mission. And what better way to get into his good graces than submit to his impulsive desires? She could ask for forgiveness for the pleasures she felt later and be redeemed by her God. After all, this was for the good of the mission.
She felt his arm leave her back and he used her body to push himself up to a sitting position again, leaving her slightly panting on the bed below him. Grabbing the whip in his hand, he held the handle with his right as his left ran down its length until it was about six inches from the end of its lash. Then, looking up at the ceiling, he whispered something inaudible and upon the last word the leathery tip of the whip began to animate itself. Moving on its own in front of him, he looked at it lovingly as he held it in his hand. Curving and winding, the whip almost resembled a serpent in its movements and Belial smirked down at Mara from his hovering position.
“Let’s see how much my trusty…accessory likes you, shall we?” he said as his hand slowly lowered the end of the whip down to Mara’s torso. Nervousness once again crept over Mara as she watched the whip with dreadful anticipation, not sure what Belial had in mind now. The whip touched down upon her belly and worked its way up, coiling slowly around an ample breast. Belial’s grip on it loosened to give it more free will and he watched it as it inched its way around her succulent tit, smiling wickedly all the while. When the tip of the whip slithered up to her nipple and wrapped itself around it tight
ly, she hissed in a moment of pain but that was extinguished when Belial placed his thumb on her clit, slowly soothing her pain and coaxing her into submission with his light strokes.
Mara’s eyes closed to the mixture of pain and pleasure that was now descending upon her body. The tightness on her nipple stung and set her nerves on edge, while the experienced finger against her organ of stimulation heated her lower body and met the pain head-on with unrelenting force, grinding against her clit in at a passionate pace. Mara’s eyes flew open at the sensation down below when Belial’s slender middle finger suddenly entered her with such force she bit her lower lip to keep from yelping. Unfortunately, in her surprise she bit a little too hard and felt the flesh tear while warm blood seeped from the wound and down her lip. Without ceasing his fingering, he bent to lick the blood from her lower lip, taking advantage of his position and placing an inviting kiss upon her swollen mouth as well.
He wasn’t polite about either, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth. It was far from an innocent peck. She could taste a bit of the coppery residue left over from the blood that had now seeped onto his tongue from her wound, along with the musky taste of her own core, and surprisingly found it exciting to her. During the kiss, Belial had slipped a second finger into her hot orifice and was plundering her with fast paced thrusts. She gasped for air after his mouth released hers and he went back to his finger-fucking. The whip had uncoiled from her nipple and was now traveling over her body, running along her breasts, tummy, hips, arms, and everywhere else it could comfortably get to. She wasn’t paying much attention to it as her pleasure was centered on her core and Belial’s experienced fingers as they slowed to teasingly sluggish thrusts as they twisted and turned within her tight tunnel. They sped up again for several seconds before slowing again, repeating this until she felt her body spasm and shudder as she climaxed against his digits. Pulse racing, she lay there nearly exhausted from her orgasm, catching her breath as Belial pulled his fingers from her core and glanced at them, completely wet with her juices.
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