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Wolf brushed off his shoulders as he clambered out from the bowels of the earth, his exit shown with the hot glow of molten rock and the stench of sulphur. They were torrents of flame escaping from Hell and the comforting warmth he felt upon his back made his empty heart almost beat. Free from the turbulent portal, he stretched his lithe lupine form and revelled in the damp air that coated his parched tongue, for he stood on the boundary between sea and land. Balanced earth was the perfect place to decide who would rule here for the rest of eternity; Wolf had decimated the finest warrior angels Heaven had to offer. If he won- which he knew he would, then this land was his to rule.

Wolf the silver lupine, general of Hell, shook volcanic dust that coated his tails from the fur, wishing to be presentable. He wore simple dark robes that concealed his taut muscular frame, and concealed within his clothing was his favourite katana.

In Wolf's experience, angels were consistently late prima donnas and as such, he prepared to settle in to wait for his foe. He never meditated or doubted his strength, but he could bide his time for years if he had to if not centuries. The demon's expectations were pleasantly changed by the tell-tale parting of clouds by shafts of light. When the antiseptic light faded, Wolf saw his enemy and immediately mind reeled at what he saw. "Hundreds of your kind have been felled by my hand," he said softly and put a paw on his weapon, "yet for the one battle that I have desired they send their most beautiful here to slay me? I'm flattered."

Ceara featured extensive knowledge of the cold and cruel man she stood before. Prior to the fight she had watched and studies his movements. "You'd be wise to stay silent," she scoffed as she sized up her foe with a trained eye, checking his for weaponry. Contrarily calm was the male as he admired the equine that was his enemy. In many years he had met many women that failed to capture his attention for long, but she... She was different. Even as she insulted his kind the man couldn't help but admire her beauty. He gazed at her until he shook his head, smiling. "A shame we must fight."

"Hmph!" scoffed Ceara and treading carefully, approached closer, paw on her scabbard. "I said stay silent. Your voice is so harsh and horrid."

"Amusing," Wolf mused. With a smile he followed up with, "You must have a Demonic side."

"I said silent!" said the angel with narrow-eyed glares. She was fast to add, "and I don't. Bastard."

He chuckled dryly and padded along the sand to meet Ceara. His paws sank a few inches into the gritty land and left his feet covered. She kept a close eye on him and unsheathed her sword. Prompted, Wolf drew his own.

"A fine blade you carry, angel," Wolf growled, eyes cold and deadly at the sight of the holy relic. "Is that what you will kill me with?"

"Are we speaking or fighting?" the mare snapped, lashing her tail.

"If you want to start, then by all means," the demon whip cracked his twin tails, a shockwave of sound exploding in a colossal sonic boom. The noise rattled Ceara, but she was the last hope of light and would not cower. A loud noise wouldn't subdue her. In a low swing she swung her gleaming blade and just missed the demon, but unlike her foe, she had not done it for show. Ceara, scowling, Wolf snarling as they clashed. The angel swiftly struck again and the demon lashed out in response. A promise of things to come, he stepped forwards through her defence and smiled, tails lashing around her blade. Demonstrating his raw power over Ceara when he pulled her in. Chest to chest and faces close, stole a surprisingly tender kiss before she could retaliate. Stunned was she, and she staggered back. Ceara unhanded her blade, spun with a grunt and drove a hard heel with all her power behind it into the demon's chest. Wolf grinned, darting further back and dropped to a knee. He still clutched the pompous sword wrapped up inside.

"Bastard!" she yelled and shot forth to assault him once more, this time in his smug face. Taking the kick and smacking into the beach he laughed as sand covered his chest. On his mind was the amazing woman who had harmed him so well. He jumped to his feet to demonstrate how much power he still retained, and to partly intimidate.

"A fine warrior," he growled, "I am impressed." Just then he snatched the handle of the sword from his tails which fell slack at his will. But no demon was meant to touch a relic of light, and even the touch of the blade harmed hm. casting it aside he snarled, shaking his hand as it slowly healed.

Ceara collected the sword and assumed a confident stance, smiling. She revelled in his wound, and the fight she was enjoying. "Your anger surprises me, demon," she said, grinning. "After all, the quicker you die the quicker you go home."

A wan smile overtook Wolf's features and he twirled his blade. A spark of Hellfire gleamed down its dark length," aye, but I do so enjoy my vacation time, especially now."

The champions clashed. Ceara didn't let her sword out of her grip this time, but neither did she strike him. Meanwhile, he lashed her across the chest with the flat of his sword. It didn't harm her through the armour she wore but the blow hammered with impact and shook her organs.

The bloodlust was feverish and no threats were uttered. They exchanged their words in the form of attack, Wolf getting grazes at best and gashes to disembowel a mortal at worst. His foe was beaten so roughly bruises formed through her armour. He suddenly lashed his tails around the plating covering her abdomen, just beneath her breasts. With a wicked grin, Wolf wrenched the plate free and cast it into the ocean. She gasped and covered her large bust, and Wolf used the moment to attack. She dropped to the gritty land and flinched beneath the gleaming blade that arched over her head.

Wolf would have been glad to continue fighting but he was becoming bored as she panted. Hands clasping around her sides he pulled her up. He manhandled the angel upward and savoured her gasp and pulled her close with her back to his chest.

"Let me go you bastard!" Ceara snarled and thrashed, writhing. Wolf thought about what terrible losers holy creatures often were, wrenching the last of her chest armour off of her. As the mare's breasts became free in their firm mounds, she gasped as he growled in a different way than before, a low and seductive noise.

The lithe demon squeezed a breast in his paw and held on tightly to her side with the other as his fingers explored her chest. Grinning, Wolf squeezed the equines bust and tweaked her nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Ceara shuddered and groaned as her buds rapidly erected. Ceara didn't answer the wolf's query; and she barely heard his words. In the kingdom of Heaven and purity such heated desires never graced she or her kind. All she could feel was the gentle teasing of her bust and her wet slit, dripping even at a demon's touch.

Wolf unhanded her breast, ripped away fragments of the angelic armour and cast it unto the salty brine of the sea. Piece by piece he stripped the woman and exposed most of her body, in the end leaving only thin bands of metal around her waist- remnants of the most secure armour Heaven offered her.

Ceara's cursive words were interrupted by a low groan and she writhed in the demon's firm touch as he cupped her mound.

With a lustful growl of need he groped the woman's throbbing pussy, delving two of his fingers into her humid depths and at once Ceara groaned, shuddering as she was teased by his hand. The demon bit her ear gently with a low growl that made it twitch and flicker. He pumped the angel's tight slit with long strokes that rasped against her walls. He rubbed her clit with his thumb, inner walls with his fingers and she practically melted in his arms, knees weakened by the assault of pleasure.

"Forgive me," Ceara begged, "please forgive me, lord..."

It was with a wicked smile and a growing erection that her foe said, "When this is all over, you ought to come back with me, back to my world."

Ceara reacted by tensing up as her mane rose slightly with outrage felt her tense up around his fingers. "How dare you! Why would I--!"

"Hey," he said calmly and purposefully slid his fingers into her g-spot, "I doubt you have any wings remaining after I am done, my lady." Ceara had no wings in the mortal realm, but the message was no less offensive nor suggestive.

The poor woman quaked with the building need for release. Reaching back, dragging her nails against his back opening bloody gashes that dripped black ichor, but the only effect on Wolf was the icy tingle of her fingers. Spurred by the pain, he ground his bulging sheathe against her rear. At this grind she screamed, "Release me, demon!"

"You are certainly a fiery one, milady. Perhaps I was right in offering my home to you?"

"Bastard," she replied. "A slimy demonic bastard!"

Leading her toward an abandoned human surf shack he braced her against the walls. "A perfect place," he growled as he kissed her neck, "for the defilement of an angel, don't you think? Upon a mortal settlement, those whom you swore to protect."

The moment he unhanded one of her arms to undo his leather pants she struck with a rough but strong elbow and the blow was tense and powerful. It crashed into the demon's temple so strongly that he saw blots of colour in his vision, but his grip on her arm was steadfast and he wrenched down even harder in reflex then retribution

He loved the roughness of a good fight, and nothing got his cock quite as hard as the prospect of ramrodding it up the alit of a girl who had some fight in her (said girl being an angel made it all the more thrilling), but Ceara's unexpected blow crossed the line.. He brushed aside any malice and called upon his power; in an instant his loose robes fried and sloughed off him like a shed snakeskin. Wolf was naked, dusted with ash and ready to mate with the angelic woman before him. He butted his thick tip to her slit and snarled.

Wolf growled as he felt her fluid heat and triumphantly he speared his length beyond the folds of the angel's pussy and felt his hips flush with hers.

Ceara screamed her discomfort but she was lying to herself, the hot fluid she dripped proof of that. Hotter than Hell's flames and wetter than the nearby ocean, she coated his pulsing shaft in her once holy depths. Her walls trembled as she gave a blissful gasp of pleasure while his shaft buried deeper.

The demon's lust clouded his mind as he pulled out, spearing back in before she could even utter a word of relief. Every fearsome buck of his hips generated a slap as hers met his; the wonderful sensations flooding through her. It was a fucking that would have torn asunder a frail mortal but Ceara's celestial body took it stoically through the brutal force she was subjected to. She mumbled under her breath for intervention that was simply not allowed by ancient laws, for she knew it was sinful_._ "My God," Ceara groaned, her plea a helpless one, half hearted. Growling, the demon fought back a temptation to spank her directly for calling for the old man's aid.

She panted and fell slack against the wall. Her legs were sturdy but the force of each thrust rose her off the floor. She couldn't bring herself to pray or beg forgiveness anymore for her pleasure was rising without limit, flooding through her. With pleasure and passion, Wolf's anger faded, his calm nature returned while his lust remained as great as ever. His handsome face up lit with a grin and pushed his paws down on the angel's shoulder blades to squash her breasts against the wall. At that moment he would have rather turned her over and assaulted her breasts with his tongue but he was so lost in the throes of pleasure he didn't. His huffs and her gasps were conflicting with the wet spurts from her pussy as his meat ramrodded it. So much juice churning within her made for a cacophony of wet slaps and sucks that played on her senses.

Something broke in his pace and his once brisk rhythm became sloppier. He unhanded Ceara's shoulders and instead pressed his whole weight down on her- more than was judged from his narrow frame. She was made feel his hot breath in her ear, and something else happened acted against her original task, for as his orgasm approached Wolf's penis revealed its demonic traits- the ability to shape shift. Rubbery barbs flexed, pulled and raked into the angels snatch on every buck. Former huffing and subtle gasps from her pretty mouth gave over to blissful moans.

An orgasm was bearing down on Wolf and his wild thrusts made it obvious even to the mare. Ceara whined and found herself near her breaking point. No matter how hard she tried to deny the events, she couldn't deny the pleasure. Ready to cast aside all doubts, knowledge she had learned, the mare was almost broken. Wolf's climax was rapidly nearing but she was closer. Gasping and panting, pressing her rear back against the demon to any extent she could she lost control. With each savage buck she came closer to something she'd been sheltered from and she had never known in all her selfless years. Deeper and harder her partner ploughed into her snatch and he snarled like the cruel demon he was. When Ceara came, she yowled shrilly; a blissful exclamation if there was ever such a thing. Around Wolf's cock she clenched so snugly as to halt even the fierce demon rutting her. "Aaaah, my God!" she cried much to his pleasure and amusement. Against the wall she writhed and thrashed, Wolf spearing through the pleasure.

"God... That was... Amazing," she whispered while he dutifully ground against her clit. Underneath her overheated body, Grinding harder now, a little bit faster he began to draw close. Ceara's fading afterglow and relaxing womb allowed him more speed. He had a casual growl in his throat when he asked, "So?"

"Huh?" Her long-awaited orgasm had sapped her strength and slowed her mind. Wolf leaned down, pulled a nipple into his mouth and finally tasted the alluring flesh there. He wrapped his arms around her waist

"Two options are yours," the male informed, "you not going back to Heaven. You have fallen from grace." He saw her dismay and countered it with loving kiss on her neck. "Forget Heaven, Hell is so much more pleasant."

Though Ceara wrapped her arms around his back and soothed the seeping wounds she had forced his flesh to bear, she wavered. "Become a demon? I... For centuries I've been an angel."

Wolf was shaking on the edge of his orgasm. His tails were lashing and his heavy sack burned from the activity. "Aye, but Heaven withholds all that makes life worth living- sex, fun, every fantasy you could dream of," he countered. She grinned back but it was fleeting. Wolf leaned over Ceara and she bit his bottom lip as he moved his face close to hers. With a feral howl as he hit his limit thick spurts of his unholy seed shot into her, filling her and sating their lust as he relaxed, spent.

Drawing him closer Ceara placed a kiss on his brow and smiled softly," all right, take me with you, my demon... Take me home."

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