Celestial Matters

I felt the head of my cock ram against her cervix. My balls bounced off her ass.

She screamed. Whether it was in orgasm or pain I didn't care. I fiercely grabbed her milky white tits, and used them as leverage to piston my cock in and out of her sopping hole.

Maria was doing everything to prolong the contact. She began to meet my thrusts with her hips. Her eyes never left my face. She was gazing at me with what I could

only call love. An emotion that I had never felt directed at me.

Her gaze drove my pleasure to unimaginable heights. I gripped her tits tighter, and began thrusting harder.

She groaned. She no longer met my thrusts; she simply lay there and took it, whimpering. She had four more orgasms under this treatment.

I felt my own climax rising. My strokes became longer, and her moaning became louder.

When I felt like I could fuck no more, I once more drove my cock all the way into her abused sex, and came.

My cum blasted deep into her cervix. When she felt my hot seed fill her channel, she had another explosive orgasm, and shrieked a wail loud enough for the heavens to hear.

I watched her eye lids flutter. Her breathing had slowed, and her pale body stopped moving.

"So good," was all she said before she lost consciousness.

I released her breasts, taking note of the red hand marks that were imprinted on her soft mounds. I then slowly withdrew my cock from her soaking cunt. The head popped out with an audible 'squish'. It glistened with her nectar. I could see my cum slowly begin leaking out.

Her vaginal channel was still contracting, as if trying to entice my cock to return to its warm embrace.

I rolled off the little half breed, and lay on my back next to her sleeping abused body.

I pulled the sheets over us, and with a wave of my hand, the fire in the hearth went out.

The room plunged into darkness.

I stared at the cave ceiling, wondering what I was going to do with a sex addicted Aethling.

I wondered if she loved me.

I wondered if I could love anything.

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Carry me Away

-Maria-

I was rudely jostled awake ... by the bed?

I scrambled about disoriented. I made to sit up. Several muscles screamed in protest ... I was so sore.

I settled for opening my eyes.

I was lying flat on a hard wooden surface, looking up at a wooden ceiling that was much closer than it should be.

This time I really did pull myself up, ignoring my groaning body parts.

I looked around. I was in a carriage. My sleeping body had been unceremoniously draped across the wooden bench meant for passengers. Occupying the bench across from me was the demon.

He was once again adored in the clothes of a nobleman. He was wearing a pitch black coat, with a gray vest, black collared shirt and a white cravat.

He looked stunning; at least, the parts of him I could see looked good. His face was hidden by a black top hat, which he had pulled down to cover his eyes. His arms were crossed and he was leaning against the carriage wall.

It occurred to me to check my own state of dress.

Apparently while I was asleep I had played quite the dress up doll.

My hair was no longer done in curls; instead it was straight, and brushed out glossy. I also realized I was sitting on some of it.

It hurt.

When my hair was in ringlets it came down to the small of my back, now straight, it seemed to reach down to my butt.

I didn't remember my hair being anywhere close to this long before my awakening. It wasn't fashionable to have long hair in Paris at the moment ... I wondered if HE had anything to do with that.

Forgetting my hair I explored the rest of my attire.

It was even better than the silk dress. This dress was blood red with black hemming and frills. It extended to just above my feet. In this dress there was also a built in corset, which served to push up my modest breasts, and make them seem bigger.

I didn't need a looking glass to know that I was beautiful in this dress. Apparently the demon didn't like under dressed companions.

The carriage jostled again, reminding me to wonder why I wasn't asleep in bed, recovering from a night of extremely pleasurable abuse.

"Mr. Demon," I said, prodding his leg with my barefoot. "Mr. Demon, wake up."

"Devnik," he replied sleepily.

"What?"

"Devnik," he repeated, "my name is Devnik," he said, his voice muffled by his hat.

It took me a moment to realize that this was the first time he had told me his name. Even as a prostitute my standards were high enough to get the man's name before I slept with him.

I shook my head.

That was not your fault. You were magically forced to want to have sex with him ... and beg him for sex ... and enjoy sex with him ... and ... let him 'use' you how he saw fit ... oh dear.

I could feel myself becoming aroused again.

Devnik raised his hat revealing his crimson eyes.

"I wouldn't become too hot and heavy little half breed," he said. "It would be awfully embarrassing to walk by the servants panting and flushed would it?"

I blushed, and tried to keep a hold of my feelings ... especially the ones about what he DID to me last night...

Wait ... did he say ... servants?

I locked my gaze on him, and remembered that I was angry at him.

"Where are we going," I demanded.

He just looked at me, amused by my little snit.

I continued, eager to speak my mind.

"Why on earth did you remove me from bed, and dress me, and comb me, and place me in this carriage ... and ... and..." I trailed off, sacrificing angry words for an even angrier glare.

He just laughed.

My temper snapped, and I started shouting. "And don't you think that that appalling treatment you gave me was in anyway enjoyable. You treated me as if I were a masturbatory aid and not a person."

He reached across the carriage and put a finger on my lips. My body trembled, and I felt silent.

It wasn't healthy to let him affect me this way.

Despite my efforts my sex was creating a wet spot on my new dress.

"You wished for it," he said. "And you enjoyed it. You enjoyed it so much that you passed out ... because your body could not handle the stimulation."

I couldn't think of anything to say, so I huffed, and stared out the window at the night.

"Oh, and as to where are going, we are traveling to my house," he said calmly.

"I guess that squalid cave isn't where you live," I said snottily.

His glowing red eyes swiveled to meet mine. "I rather like that cave thank you," he said. "Now, be silent, all this talk is making me tired."

Last night when I had attempted to ... um ... rape Devnik, I had discovered something about my compulsion to him ... it had evolved.

No longer did church bells ring in my head until I obeyed, now my body simply just acted, independent of my mental struggles.

Hence, no matter how much I wanted to scream 'YOU THINK YOUR TIRED' my mouth would simply not move.

Instead I once again shot him angry looks from my side of the carriage.

He looked back at me, and then his eyes widened. "Oh dear, Maria," he said. "You can speak, do whatever you want," he said hastily.

"Thank you," I said frostily.

He sighed, "I haven't gotten used to being able to give you commands. I'll have to be careful about what I say."

I paused, that was rather thoughtful of him ... I admitted grudgingly.

We rode on in silence. He tilted his hat back down and rested. I continued to gaze out into the night. The road bumped us again. We were on a little dusty country road. There was no sign of any other people...

We must be far away from Paris. How long had I been asleep?

Not nearly long enough my body seemed to say. I stretched, and leaned my head against the carriage door.

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Once again, I was shaken awake. This time, however, it was by Devnik's hands.

"Wake up little half breed," he whispered. "We're here."

I blinked sleepily. Can't a girl get some sleep I thought grumpily?

"I think you'll like it here," he said smugly.

I felt the carriage slowing down, and then pull to a stop. I heard the horses whinny outside. A stout mustached man who I assumed was the driver opened the door to the carriage. He placed some wooden steps down for us to walk on.

Devnik gracefully descended the steps, and then turned and offered a pale hand to me.

Surprised but grateful, I took his hand and let him steady me as I descended the steps. I hopped of the last one, and landed lightly on soft grass. I took a deep breath. The cool night air was refreshing.

"Welcome to my home," Devnik said, gesturing behind me.

I turned. He was pointing at a breathtaking sprawling mansion fit for a Duke.

I gasped.

I heard him laughing behind me.

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The Demon's Chamber

-Devnik-

A chilled wind swept through the country side.

"Your home is so ... beautiful..." she marveled, her gaze still fixated on the chateau.

I moved to stand behind her. I wrapped my arms around her clasping them just under her breasts. I put my chin on her soft shoulder.

I whispered directly in her ear, "I'm glad you approve Maria."

She shivered.

I could see goose bumps appear on her neck, but that could have been from the cold...

She was still so nonplussed with my house that she didn't notice my butler Jon approach with a lit torch.

She jumped in my arms when he spoke.

"Good evening, Mousier Devnik, I trust your journey was enjoyable? He asked.

"Wonderful," I said, "I had pleasant scenery to enjoy." I nodded to the still extremely surprised blonde in my arms. "Close your mouth, dear, you'll catch flies," I said mockingly.

She snapped her mouth shut and glared at me. She wiggled free of my arms, and eyed me from a distance. Her mouth turned down in a pretty little frown.

I turned to Jon.

"If you would not mind giving her the full tour Jon, I fear it will be dawn soon, and I must be retiring to my chambers."

Jon bowed low, "but of course sir, I'll see the young Mademoiselle around the grounds. Should I send her to your chambers, or prepare a room for her?"

I glanced at the gorgeous half breed. "Let her decide her own sleeping arrangements." I said.

Jon nodded, "very good sir."

I opened my arms for my little Aethling. "Come give me a kiss before bed."

Her eyes opened wide, and then became lidded, as she strode over to me. She stepped into my arms. I could smell her. She smelled of roses and sugar ... and ... other things.

She brought her full lips to my own, and gave me an emotionless kiss. I pulled away from her.

"Darling, give me a passionate kiss," I said calmly "I almost fell asleep during that one."

With no change of expression, she once again planted her lips on mine. Her tongue roughly forced entry into my mouth, and began prodding mine. Her hands reached up, and grasped my long hair until her fingers were embedded in it.

She moaned, and shivered slightly.

I pulled away and our lips disentangled with a 'pop'.

I readjusted my top hat.

"Thank you, dear," I said. Her face was red, and she was breathing heavily. Her beautiful red dress was askew, and her silver eyes burned with unanswered desire

"Now I bid you adieu." I turned on heel and sprinted as fast as I could to the house.

Her scent still clung to my lips.

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-Maria-

My eyes were closed.

I pulled away from Devnik's lips, lips that I had been commanded to kiss, not once, but twice.

I was so hot.

I hoped he had a decent bedroom in this mansion.

"Now I bid you adieu..." ... what? I opened my eyes.

He was gone ... as if he turned to air.

That fucking bastard! ... He left me. I was panting, and he left me horny and cranky.

I ran up to Jon and poked him in the chest. "What room does he sleep in?"

Jon calmly lowered my offending finger, "Miss, I think it best I gave you the tour, then we may discuss the sleeping situation."

"But, but," I was at a loss for words.

"Now, now, Miss, it won't be that bad, I think you'll quite enjoy our little tour of the manor."

He made a sweeping gesture, "After you Mademoiselle."

I gave him the cold shoulder, and quickly walked by him, and took my first steps towards the chateau.

The chateau itself was made of tan rock, fitted together seamlessly by cement. The entrance way was a grand marble staircase, that lead up to a heavy wooden double door.

From my position at the bottom of the stair case I couldn't exactly tell how large it was, but from the looks of it, the building had three wings. A center wing where the front door was, and then two wings sprouting from either side.

I imagined that if I was a sparrow in the skies, the house would look like a big U.

Jon caught up with me.

"Come along, come along," he said, "let's get out of the nights chill shall we?"

I nodded silently at him. He opened the door with a flourish, and bowed.

"After you."

"Thank you, I said coldly"

I walked into the demon's mansion.

The entrance room was ... well ... rather anticlimactic. The entire room was white, with a red oriental carpet adorning the center of the room. A shiny varnished grandfather clock ticked softly in the corner.

Jon seemed to read my mind. "The mansion is rather sparsely furnished mademoiselle ... You see, the master does not really desire many things, being what he is ... so only items that are special to him occupy this house."

Wait ... did Jon know that Devnik wasn't ... human?

In fact he was a rather strange choice for a servant. The young butler couldn't have been older than twenty five. He had long brown hair tied back in a bun. But the most curious thing was his face.

He had one large scare starting from his left ear to his cheek, and several smaller ones dotting his forehead and chin. He looked like he put his face in broken glass.

A very odd choice for a butler indeed...

"So, um, I am guessing that you know Devnik isn't ... entirely human," I asked nervously.

Jon gave a good natured laugh, "Entirely human, I guess that is a polite way to phrase it," he said in-between laughs, "But I don't think it is proper to consider him even remotely human ma'am."

I found myself laughing along with him, it was infectious.

His laughter died down, and he appeared to somber rather quickly. "I am sorry ma'am, it was not my place to be so informal with you, but I haven't had anyone to laugh with for twenty years."

"Twenty years!" I exclaimed, "But you are only twenty five or so."

A small tepid smile appeared on his face. "Ah, but looks are not everything, he said sadly, "I haven't aged in a long while."

I was confused again, "Does that mean you're not human?" I asked. "Are you a demon like Devnik ... or ... something else?"

He looked upon me compassionately. "No, I am a human," said Jon softly, "yet I do not age ... The twenty seven year old body you look upon holds the soul of a very old man."

"Yet, how are you human then?" I asked.

Jon sighed.

"My ... longevity ... is not for me to discuss Mistress," he said. "Talk to the Master and see if he will tell you."

I nodded.

His smile returned, "Now! I believe I have a house to show you."

For the next hour Jon ushered me through the chateau. The kitchens and the dining room occupied the entire right wing, while the left wing was composed of a magnificent library, and drawing room. While discussing the true rarities of in the library, something occurred to me.

The entire house was empty.

"Where's all the staff," I said.

Jon smiled sheepishly. "You're looking at the staff," he said, "Besides me and the driver Lucis, who lives in the small village south of here, there are no servants. This house is empty save for me when the Master is away.

I looked at him, as if seeing the true melancholy of this man for the first time.

"You must be so lonely."

He nodded absently.

There was an awkward silence. The morning sunlight started streaming in through the windows. The cold library suddenly felt very light and warm. The sun felt good on my face.

"You're an angel," Jon said calmly.

I was startled. "Half angel," I said, "How did you know?"

Jon pointed down at the sunlit ground. "No shadow."

I sighed. "That's going to take some getting used to."

He looked puzzled, "You mean, you haven't know of your heritage long?"

I nodded glumly, "Devnik awakened me a week ago."

"I didn't know that demons could awaken Aethlings."

"Neither did he."

He cracked another smiled, "That does sound like Devnik."

I yawned, and stretched.

Jon noticed. "Forgive my lack of manners," he said, "I should have known that you would be on the master's sleeping schedule. Please follow me to the master suite."

I stayed silent as he once again lead me from the library, back to the center wing. We were back at the front door. Directly across the entrance room from front door, was another door. This door was jet black, and had intricate carvings on it. I wondered why I didn't notice it before.

Jon, ever the mind reader, launched into explanation.

"I bet your wondering why you didn't see the door on your way in?"

"Yes."

"Well, Master has it enchanted, so that only if the door is pointed out to you is it visible."

"That is ... wow."

"It does take some getting used to," he said.

He opened the door and stepped through. Inside was a bare bedroom with a white linen Queen sized bed, and white curtains.

I hesitated, and looked at Jon questioningly.

He sighed. "You want to sleep in HIS room don't you?"

I simply nodded pathetically.

My body already felt uneasy having been separated from him for so long.

He sighed again, and strode across the room. On the wall was a brass candle holder, he seized it and yanked it.

A panel in the wall opened up to a dark passage way, with winding stone steps descending into the earth.

I stepped inside the passage, and put one foot and the dank stone steps.

"Sweet dreams," Jon said in a sing song voice.

He closed the secret door.

Everything plunged into darkness.

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Judicar

-Daniel Fleeting-

(1097 AD. Somewhere outside Jerusalem)

"And do you accept by choice, the life of the Judicar."

"I do."

"Then stand child, and take up your sword..."

I slowly rose to my feet.

Laid across Father Fredrick's palms was a sword.

It was a plain thing. The hilt was unadorned and wrapped in leather, while the blade itself was made of iron and had a thin layer of rust over it. The only distinguishing feature about the sword was the small cross carved into the base of the blade.

I scoffed. "That is a peasant's sword!" I said.

A dark look passed on Fredrick's face. It was a face that a kindly Father should never wear.

He spoke softly, "You would do well to lose that pride of yours ... it was Satan's undoing and it will be yours too lest you heed yourself."

I swallowed back my retort. I lowered my eyes to the tent's dirt floor. "Yes Father."

He smiled, his face once again gentile

"Now before your rather unfortunate interjection, I was going to tell you of this swords power."

Power?

"Please, go on father," I said.

"This sword, my son, is holy," he said.

I gave the rusted old hunk of metal a once over.

It still looked like something he fished out of a bog.

I decided to play along. "What makes this sword special Father."

His smile grew larger. "My son, this sword was blessed by Pope Urban at my insistence."

I could feel my jaw drop. Pope Urban ... the leader of the True Faith, laid hands on this wretched weapon.

"Pope Urban listens to you?" I asked, still trying to process that the Pope was now somehow involved.

Fredrick chuckled. "He should, my child, as I am his personal advisor to all things demonic."

I felt my legs go weak, and my knees sank to the ground. "His Most Holiness listens to you," I said. "Please forgive my impudence, and share your great wisdom."