Desecration
No mortal can understand the depth of an immortal friendship. Only by relying on the companionship of other angels could one stay sane. Sariel was my constant companion for millennia. We were of the sixth order of angels, the Powers. To my order was entrusted the guardianship of the borders of heaven against the encroachment of the demons of hell. Sariel and I fought battles without number, side by side. When he was sent, alone into hell, it was like learning to fight without one of my arms.
I don't know how many years had passed before I felt he was calling to me for aid. Our minds had grown close in the ages we were together, but I had never heard a summons like that one. I knew he was alive, that he could not escape. I went to the Dominions and begged that they gather a host of heaven and go after him, that they help me return him to where he belonged. They would not listen to my pleas. They told me that he had failed and was no more, that his faint summons was my hope and nothing more.
What could I do? I had to honor our friendship, I had to follow. So I took up my flaming sword and went after him.
I suppose I knew as I crossed into hell that there should have been demons guarding the way, for the same reason that my order guarded the ways of heaven, to keep the enemy out. I told myself that I was simply lucky, that it was a sign of divine grace and I would succeed in rescuing Sariel from his imprisonment. I was a fool.
I might have stood a chance against the demon that finally attacked me if I hadn't been surprised. But I had been lulled into a false security. My pride told me that surely no creature of hell would dare stand against me in my righteous glory. Before I could raise my sword the demon was on me, its bestial claws around my wrists, twisting with unnatural strength. It was humiliating how easy it was for the creature to disarm me.
Without a weapon to counter the demon's claws I was helpless. It held my sword in its left paw and gripped my throat in a crushing hold with its right, forcing me backward until I felt a broken wall at my back. That's when I was able to get my first good luck at the creature.
It had the face of a wolf but from its forehead there sprouted two curved black horns that circled its triangular ears. Its body was covered in thick brown fur with black spikes down its spine, on his cheeks, elbows and knees. It took me a moment to realize what was wrong with his legs, the foot was elongated and the lower leg shortened, creating a strange mix of a human leg and the hind leg of an animal. The large sheath and balls between his legs proved beyond a doubt that it was a He.
I can't remember what words passed between us. If I spoke to him or if he responded in speech or growls. What I do remember are his eyes, glowing with an inner light. A bright gold with irises the color of blood. It felt like I looked into his eyes for a very long time.
I didn't fight him as he raised my arms above my head. I believed he would fasten manacles about my wrists and take me prisoner as they had taken Sariel, that even if I couldn't rescue him he would know I had tried and we would be together again. The demon held my arms crossed above me with a paw, but not to manacle them. In his other paw he raised my own sword and drove it through both my wrists and deep into the wall behind. In the thousands of years before that moment I had never felt physical sensation. A divine being had no need for such things. The agony of that sacred blade piercing my flesh and bone was unlike anything I had ever imagined.
The creature watched my writhing with a feral gleam in his eyes. I struggled to escape that painful torture, but every movement only tore myself further, increasing the level of pain until I finally forced my body under control again and stilled my struggling. He seemed to enjoy seeing my reaction and had an arrogant sneer on his muzzle. With an effort of will I did not flinch when his claws flashed out toward my belly. I heard a tearing and expected to look down and find myself with a ragged wound, but it was the tearing of my divine raiment. He shredded it with his claws and it fell around me in tattered rags, leaving me naked before him.
Then he caught the scent of my blood, and a look of hunger replaced all other emotion on his face. I had never before seen my blood. It flowed in stark crimson trails down the perfect whiteness of my flesh.
Both of our eyes watched as a longer trail formed on my right arm, sliding quickly down over my shoulder. I caught a glimpse of his gleaming teeth and black tongue as he leaned into me, his nose sniffing at my flesh and blood. He seemed to savor my helplessness, his tongue uncurling from his canine mouth to lick over my shoulder. A tremor ran through his bestial body when he tasted my blood, pulling back to roll the taste through his mouth, like wine. Faster this time he licked over my skin, his rough tongue stripping off the tail of blood. He wanted more.
I screamed when he sank his fangs into my shoulder, his teeth ripping pieces of flesh out for him to swallow with a look of pleasure. Lapping at the fresh welling of blood to complete his unholy mockery, his unwilling sacrament of my blood and flesh. I could feel my divine strength oozing out with the blood, to be licked up by this monstrous being.
He pulled back from the gashes left by his teeth to press his bloody muzzle to my mouth. I was too weakened and defeated to resist when he shoved his tongue past my lips. I could taste the blood and the beast's saliva as he forced me into the kiss, weakly turning my head from side to side, to no effect. He pressed his hips forward, grinding his sheath against the perfect smoothness between my legs. The kiss ended only when he chose to end it. He mocked me for my genderlessness and I replied that it freed the divine from the temptations and the needs of base sex. The look in his eyes is still burned into my mind. He lifted his paw to grip my chin, tracing the claw of his thumb over my lips and said "You are not free of all sex my beautiful little angel".
The very thought appalled me. I thought that nothing he could do could make me accept such a violation. Not even the agony of the sword had shaken my resolve. But demons are nothing if not resourceful. He began to pull the feathers from my wings, one by one. No ordinary being had the strength, not even the average demon could have torn those shafts from their socket, but he had fed off my divine blood and I was weakened. The humiliation of being plucked like a barnyard fowl for a meal was nothing compared to the pain. I had thought one would die before feeling such agony. I plead for death, for release, for mercy. In the end I swore to submit to the degradation I knew he desired if he would only end the pain.
When he stopped I would have fallen down and kissed his feet in gratitude. I hung limp, the weight of my body supported by the sword through my wrists, but that pain had faded next to nothing. With a sudden jerk he yanked the sword from my flesh and I slid to my knees before the beast, leaning weakly against his legs. I did not see him raise the sword, but I heard the movement of air when he swung it down in an arc and severed the wings from my back. The pain was not as intense as the plucking had been, but with it there came a dull ache deep inside me. I knew that something had been taken from me irrevocably.
Before my shock could pass he tossed the sword away and cupped the back of my skull in one of his huge paws, pulling me forward to rub his sheath over my face until the black tip of his cock began to emerge from its protection. His other paw went to my jaw and forced my mouth open, pulling me forward with terrible slowness so that I could miss nothing. He forced my mouth around his demon cock. My mouth, which had never been used for anything but praises to god since the beginning of time. His voice was a barely articulate growl as he told me he had ended the pain; that my oath bound me to submit.
He began to thrust into my lips, violating me. I, an angel of god, was submitting to the carnal lusts of a demon of hell. Submitting to this animal, my divinely pure mouth used to service the demonic beast's cock. I soon discovered that his shaft had barbs like a cat's, leaving little cuts inside my mouth as he thrust. The taste of his musky pre mixed with the coppery taste of the blood in my mouth, the sensory information alone was overwhelming. Angels exist to serve god and have little need for sensations. The sensations this demon was forcing on me would have been enough to make me dizzy, coupled with the blood loss and degradation, I was barely coherent.
I have no way of knowing how long he thrust into my mouth. It felt like ages of time passed. I can recall the way his pubic fur moved, the scents and tastes, the way his slick, spiny cock felt on my tongue. But most vividly I remember the moment I realized that an area at the base of his cock was swelling up. The moment I knew he had a knot like a dog, and it was getting bigger as a dog's did just before it climaxes.
He kept pushing his knot in and out of my lips far longer than I would have imagined, knot fucking my mouth. Eventually however he thrust in completely and held it. With a feeling of revulsion and horror I knew he had tied behind my teeth and I would not be able to pull away when he came. His balls drew tight to his body, and with a surge of power he climaxed.
I did not swallow his seed. His tip was too far down my throat to swallow. The spurts of his seed flooded my mouth and then pulsed directly into my stomach. My hands went to his hips to desperately try to push him away from me when I felt what happened next. His demonic sperm began penetrating every cell in my body like a mortal sperm penetrates an egg and leaves its genetic code. I tried to cry out around his cock as I felt a burning pain start to radiate out from the stomach.
I could not see my body with my face locked against his crotch, except for my hands on his hips, still futilely trying to push him out of me. Fine cracks appeared in the flawless white of my flesh. It felt like my skin was ripping open all over my body. His corruption spread through me like a plague. A terrible burning came from my scalp and I instinctively reached one of my hands up to feel for the cause of the pain. When I pulled my hand away clumps of my golden hair came with it.
I thought that my body was being destroyed by the demonic corruption. For the first time in eternity I thought I would die. I envied mortals for their ability to become unconscious to escape the pain as it washed over my entire body. I knew from the agony, that the cracks I could see in the flesh of my hands and arms were all over my body, and they widened slowly, the lines becoming thicker and blacker. My bones began to crack and twist within me. His seed was still flowing into my body, leaking into my veins from the cuts in my mouth, to follow with my blood throughout my body.
Eventually I saw the flesh break open on my hands, my angelic blood gushing out. I could feel the liquid flow all over my body and knew that no angel could survive such blood loss, and yet I lived on. Only when brown fur began to erupt through my flesh like innumerable needles through fabric did I begin to suspect what was happening.
I was able to pull my mouth from his cock only when my jaw broke, the bones elongating. I fell to my side, writhing in pain on the ground at his feet and felt him squeezing the last drops of his seed onto my shifting face. I watched as the flesh of my nose split down the middle for the bones to push forward, gradually forming into a bestial muzzle. The fur sprouted on the sides and grew up over the top, sealing the gaping wound. At the edge of my vision above me I could see movement and reached up with a clawed paw to feel horns sprouting from my forehead.
At the same time, my feet had broken and elongated into something like a wolf's hind legs that mirrored the demon's. My spine tore through the flesh above my ass and snaked out behind me in an animal tail. The flesh sealed over it, but could not keep up with the growth for long seconds. But the worst pain was between my legs. The flesh tore open and I could see movement, but the fur around it hid what was happening from view at first. A mound of flesh rose up between my legs, more nerves growing inside it than I'd had in my entire angelic body. It was nearly formed before I realized with a shock that it was a sheath and balls. I was no longer a neuter angel; I had become a very male demon. Eternities of agony later the furry flesh all over my body sealed the last of the wounds, leaving only the horns on my head and the spikes, which I hadn't noticed forming, uncovered.
When the pain finally faded I was curled in a fetal position at the feet of the demon. He squatted down and used my new horns as a handle to turn my head until I was lying on my back, looking up at him. He straddled my belly and leaned down to press his mouth to mine again, this kiss muzzle to muzzle. My entire body was tingling with sensation. For the first time I felt desire, lust. The demon's bestial musk filled my head. I could smell his desire for me. I had never imagined the overpowering urges of sex, the pleasures to be had from that density of nerves.
He looked into my eyes again and I could not meet them, having to look away, my new tail curled between my legs in instinctive submission. I knew he was my master, I knew I was his. His growling voice now sounded beautiful, snaking his tongue into my animalistic ear. "You are beautiful, Nakir." My eyes widened, and I opened my muzzle to ask how he had discovered my name. Then I knew. I recognized the tilt of this demon's head when he smiled condescendingly down at me when we had first met. Something in his eyes had held me. I had looked into those eyes, which I now had to look submissively away from, for millennia
A single word formed in my muzzle. "Sariel?!"
He ran his claws through the fur of my chest and belly to grip my sheath. I gasped and arched my back as pleasure washed over me, feeling his black tongue licking the side of my muzzle. "Welcome to hell, my friend."
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