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Honking car horns and endless masses of people, murmuring and shuffling along their daily routes, signaled the typical mid-afternoon rush in the city of Elms. A sea of buses, yellow taxis, and varying makes and models of cars rolled through the streets; metallic rivers, glinting in the sun, separating endless blocks of skyscrapers, apartment complexes, and shopping centers. Nestled between these larger establishments were the usual suspects for a big city: arcades, coffee shops, gentlemen's clubs, weird little specialty shops, and a bar never too far away for a walk of shame.

Down at the southern side of the city, the buildings gradually shrank. A lonely little bar, simply named "Terry's", sat at a corner across from a wide, wooded park, where the few remaining trees for which the city was named could still be seen. A small three-story hotel stood just a stone's throw away from the bar parking lot, balconies overlooking the city and the park. Upon the middle balcony of the second floor stood a lone figure, shrouded between the veils of two worlds, leaning over the railing separating the balcony from a nasty drop down onto the pavement.

To mortal eyes, the fox was nearly imperceptible; a faint "thickness" in the air. A sense of being watched, or simply not being alone. Just the softest, barely audible sound of his breaths carried on the warm spring breeze. Even these tiny effects of his presence behind the veil were invisible to most in the world of the living.

"Relka." The fox spoke into nothingness, his shadowy figure adjusting just slightly; a turn of his head to a building across the street. "I'm in position. Can you hear me?"

"Loud and clear." He heard a feminine voice respond. "I have a--ear visu--arget."

"I'm getting some interference."

A moment's pause separated the other voice's response. "Adjusted for local thought noise. Clear now?"

"Perfect." The fox turned his invisible eyes back to the bar. "You in position?"

"Yes. Third floor of the, ah... strip club." Another pause, this one a little more awkward. "Two-way telepathic link is stable for surface-level thoughts."

"Alright. I think we're all clear for emergence now. No prying eyes watching us, right?"

"None that I can sense." The other's telepathic voice wavered slightly. "I can check again. I'm a little nervous."

The fox shut his eyes and focused; the world around him grew dark and quiet, and for a moment his consciousness expanded. Perceptions indescribable to an inward-facing mind flooded his senses. He could feel the breaths, the beating hearts, the sights and sounds of the mortals going about their daily routines. He couldn't feel any eyes on his or Relka's general vicinity, and while all-seeing wasn't exactly his specialty, he was confident in his senses at the moment. He reeled in his thoughts until his essence was whole once more, opening his eyes to world again and giving a nod in Relka's direction. "We're good. Just relax."

"Sorry sir. It's my first field mission." Across the street, the source of the second voice slowly materialized: A black and white-spotted lagomorph, petite in stature, crouched behind a large neon sign depicting a human woman in a compromising position. Relka peered out from behind the sign, the butt of a large, ornate rifle forged of pearly silver metal resting against her bare left shoulder. Her simple sleeveless top and long pants hugged her small frame, allowing her the mobility typically required of a sniper. A black cloak, currently tied around her waist, would provide camouflage in the little nook she'd chosen to perch within. A rippling thickness hung in the air around her back like heat waves on a desert highway.

The fox took a moment to follow his long-eared comrade into the living world. The haze of Purgatory slowly began to fade, and the once colorless world turned vibrant and lively. Hushed whispers of wandering souls were muted, replaced by the sounds of traffic jams, airplanes, and an ear-splitting mix of car radio music all blending together into a disjointed cacophony. His brilliant white fur, mostly covered by a long black jacket and matching pants, blew in the faint breeze. A curved blade hung at his hip, a pearly white sheath concealing its deadly edge. A notch in the sheath revealed a brilliant gemstone embedded in the blade, red on one side and blue on the other, slowly rotating on its axis. Like his companion, the air around his back was distorted, rippling with exotic energy. "I understand." He said, lifting a miniature telescope to his left eye and focusing on a dark, but well-dressed male down on the street. "And cut that 'sir' stuff, alright? Makes me feel old."

"You're twelve-thousand years my senior, Ildac." The rabbit adjusted her rifle, staring down the scope at a target down below. "But if you insist, I'll be chummy."

"I'm just not used to leading excursions. Sorry." Ildac leaned further over the railing as their target moved out of sight. "Lost visual. What's he doing?"

"Heading inside. Looks like he's chatting up the patrons."

"Then be ready for action." The fox pocketed his spyglass and vaulted over the railing, catching it in one hand and swinging himself down to the balcony below. A quick re-focus brought the target back in his sights. "There you are."

The stalked man appeared to be mingling with the bar-goers, making wide gestures with his hands, raising his glass in unheard toasts, and being generally charismatic and charming, from the looks of it. He was the typical 'handsome male' archetype seen so often in the media; dark, slicked back hair, toned figure, brown eyes, neat and perfectly groomed. He was a little too perfect, really. A poor disguise, as he'd soon find out.

"Why do they always take mortal women?" Relka's mental dialogue oozed with displeasure. "There aren't enough succubi in the world to bear their unholy children?"

"This is sport to them." Ildac watched the man bounce between groups and unsubtly eye up the women milling about. "The offspring is just a side-effect. It's all about manipulation and corruption."

The pair went silent and focused on the task at hand. Normally, chasing demons suspected of stalking mortals was a task delegated to less experienced angels. This one, however, had fended off and evaded two squads already. His escape would have been bad enough, but this particular abyssal horndog managed to kill one of his angelic pursuers before escaping his most recent encounter. Now it was a case of celestial justice, hence Ildac's involvement. Relka, being the eager greenhorn, was brought along as his support.

"I have a clear shot, you know." Relka broke the silence. Her finger edged along her rifle's trigger. "They'll never know who shot him. Just let me do it."

"You know we can't take the risk." The fox cast an uncertain glance across at his comrade. "I'd like nothing more than to end this now, but we have to maintain secrecy; minimize our interference with the living world. Remember?"

Seconds passed. Relka's rifle remained silent. "I know. But what if he takes someone?"

"Then we wait until they're isolated before we kill him."

"And the victim?"

"We'll deal with that afterward." Ildac watched the man move over to the bar and lean over to one of the women seated there. "We have a winner."

"You think so?"

"His body language has gotten more aggressive. He's taken interest." The fox focused on the woman in question; lupine, from what he could tell from behind. Petite, curvy, slightly chubby. Snow-white fur with rather intricate patterns dyed into it, covered up by a simple black tank top and a pleated skirt. Ildac leaned forward, focusing his spyglass on the target once again. "Get ready to move."

The bottle hit the bar a little harder than she'd intended, and she let out an irate little groan. Nuri ran a hand through her vibrant purple hair and took a long, narrow-eyed look over her shoulder at the man standing to her right. The bar had already been loud, smoke-heavy, and way too crowded to begin with. Now some wannabe smooth-talker was hitting her up for a night out. Or in. Yeah, probably in, and probably her bedroom, from the looks he was giving her. Human men weren't exactly a 'no' for her, but the comfort of fur on fur was definitely preferable, and this guy was just hitting all the wrong notes.

She glanced over to her left, trying her best to ignore the guy's chatter, and was met with a sympathetic glance from her friend. The bunny girl had insisted on a girls' day out, which had been great right up to this point. Somehow they'd managed to avoid getting catcalled in the middle of the city, only to now be pestered by some random, probably drunk asshat who thought he was a real Casanova.

"Come on, girl. Don't be shy." The guy said, brushing a finger over her shoulder, which was quickly swatted away. "Playing hard to get, huh? I like that."

"Luci?" Nuri's fur began to bristle in places. "I really don't feel like getting arrested today."

The wolf's friend, a human girl with curious white bunny ears, put down her glass and leaned over to address the flirtatious man. "Come on, boy. Persistence is great and all, but the lady's not interested."

"Boy?" The disguised demon took a defensive tone, crossing his arms across his chest. "I'm more man than either of you could handle. The little wolf should be happy that I'd offer her a good time."

"Well she's not. Take the hint." Luci took up her glass again.

Undeterred, the persistent man flashed the pair a grin. "If you're both nice and cooperative, I could even sweeten the deal and take both of you at once."

That confident smile was returned tenfold by the rabbit-eared girl, who took a long sip of her drink before delivering a pointed response: "You'd die, go to heaven, come back, die again, and go to hell from one of us alone. You're not worth either of our time, so hit the road."

For a moment, Nuri almost thought that'd worked, but at the last moment, she remembered she knew better. A hand quickly rose to block her suitor's next uninvited touch. "I don't think you understand what 'no' means. Back off."

The demonic man was not to be dissuaded, however. He took the stool next to Nuri, facing the wolf and leaning toward her. "You'll regret saying no to me."

"I'm absolutely certain I've had better."

"I'm not leaving unless it's with you."

"Then you can stay here for the rest of your miserable life." Finally out of patience, Nuri slapped her money on the bar, shoved it forward, and headed for the door, mumbling something about a useless bartender and the lack of uniformed officers.

"Aww, come on!" Luci stood to block her way. "You don't have to go. Tall, dark, and way too insistent can go instead."

"Sorry Luci." Nuri slipped past the bunny and breathed out a sigh. "Thanks for the day out, but my buzz is officially killed. Nothing like being treated like a piece of meat, right?"

The disheartened bunny girl grumbled a little, watching her friend walk out the door. She took a long sip, finishing off her drink and rapping on the counter with her knuckles. "Another. And Mr. Touchy-Feely, I have a bone to pick w--" Her drunken monologue was cut short by the sudden realization: "Where'd he go?"

"Target has dematerialized." Relka's voice came with a faint echo through Ildac's mind. "No visual."

The fox angel swore under his breath. "Explains how he's gotten away thus far. Keep an eye on the girl; he's probably stalking her now."

The two angels repositioned themselves as Nuri made her way down the road and into the nearby park. Relka found cover in a tall tree, perching herself in a leafy branch and keeping her sights on the space around the wolf. Ildac found a rooftop just across from the park, and was just about to reach for his spyglass again when he heard the familiar telepathic voice in his head:

"Visual!"

It only took a moment. Ildac spotted the well-dressed demon on the sidewalk, staring right at the woman they'd followed in. The fox crouched low, fingers brushing along the hilt of his blade. "Wait for it..."

"I need to reposition. He's moving into cover." Relka silently moved from tree to tree, her angelic grace carrying her through the air as easily as a leaf in the wind. Her dark cloak, now pulled up over her head, kept her all but invisible in the canopy.

Ildac focused on the two below, his ears flicking forward and just barely picking up on the sounds in the park. Now was the time to be patient. The demon moved into the park. He stopped by a large boulder, just a stone's throw away from Nuri. "Told you I wouldn't leave without you."

"Really?" The wolfess's irate response was nearly drowned out by the background noise, but Ildac's sharp ears managed well enough. "I'm not fucking you. Leave me alone."

"I don't take 'no' for an answer."

"Then take this!" Within the span of a second and a half, an empty beer bottle soared through the air and smashed squarely against the demon's forehead, sending him reeling back a couple steps. Nuri didn't seem to spare another thought about it and continued on her way.

"She's got guts." Relka remarked, the bunny now settled up in a much more opportune position. The scope of her rifle glinted faintly in the sun. "Lots of bystanders."

Ildac wasn't concerned with any onlookers right now, though. His muscles tensed as a surge of demonic energy flooded the air around the park. The demon was shedding his disguise. "Relka... We need a suppression field." He watched the man's clothes split, muscles bulging unnaturally and quickly filling out the little space between skin and fabric. "Fast."

"I'll do what I can on a moment's notice." Across the field, Relka produced a baseball-sized crystalline structure, stuck it in the bark of the tree, and placed her hand over its surface. A ray of light poured out between her fingertips and shone over the park, then began to bleed slowly downward in an ovular pattern.

"Relka..?" Ildac gripped his sword. The once-handsome man below let out an unearthly howl as his body bulged, twisted, and contorted into the shape of a large, black-furred canine.

"Working on it!"

"You've got ten seconds!"

Ten seconds seemed to pass in an eternity. Nuri's shoulders bunched as that terrible sound reached her ears, and for a long moment she didn't turn. The hell hound took hold of the nearby boulder and hefted it over its head, as easily as someone might lift a beachball. With another horrifying growl, it brought back its rock-solid arms...

The faint light of the suppression field continued to spread over the park. Just fifteen feet more, and it would be at ground level. To the outside observer, the park seemed completely normal; no angels, no demons, and no impending bloodbath. But it wasn't working fast enough. Relka groaned, her brows scrunched together, a bead of sweat dripping down her brow. "Come on, focus... Just a few more seconds..!"

"No time!" Ildac planted his heels against the edge of his perch, crouched down, and launched himself off the roof. He watched as the hell hound's muscles tensed, its monstrous arms launching the boulder toward its mortal target. The vulpine angel's back flared with blinding light as his wings came through the veil, unfurling and beating once to propel himself forward. He felt his feet plant hard against the grassy floor, muscles straining to absorb the force of his landing, the resulting gust of wind blowing Nuri's hair against her face. Not half a second later, he felt it; the crushing pressure against his wing and shoulder, raven-black feathers crunching under the enormous weight of the thrown boulder. Forces of Heaven and Earth clashed as Ildac's muscles took the brunt of the impact, and divine strength ultimately won out. The boulder fractured, shattered, and finally exploded from the force of impact, sending rocky fragments into the air around the two.

A long moment of silence fell over the park. A soft breeze rustled Ildac's feathers, and the pain of strained muscle and bone had just begun to settle in when he heard Relka again: "Suppression field is active. We are go for assault."

"Perfect." Ildac rolled his shoulder and groaned as the pain hit him full-on. He'd had worse, but that hadn't felt good. He drew his blade, flipped the two feet of divine steel in his hand, and took a defensive posture between the demonic hound and its target. "You know, it's really pathetic. You've hunted far more worthy prey, and yet you choose to harass mortals in your spare time."

The hell hound smashed a huge fist into the ground, sending a tremor throughout the park. He rose up again, easily twelve feet tall out of his disguise, and glared down at the angel. "Another of Kora's puppets. You meddling bird brains just don't know when to quit."

"Look who's talking. Trying to get a pity fuck out of a mortal? That's pretty low." Ildac turned to face the very confused, very frazzled Nuri. "You alright?"

"I'm... in one piece." Her quiet, almost squeaky tone was evidence enough; she hadn't quite processed all this yet.

"Just stay behind me."

"Oh yeah, sure. No problem." The wolfess took three steps back, then promptly fell onto her butt, staring ahead at the scene straight out of a fantasy novel.

The hound bellowed a laugh, drawing Ildac's attention again. The demon gripped another boulder, crimson eyes flaring as it pumped the rock with tainted energy. In seconds, the boulder twisted and contorted into a clumsy stone hammer, now clutched in the demon's hand and raised threateningly in Ildac's direction. "One angel paid the price of bothering me already. I guess now I'll make it two!"

Relka adjusted her posture in her tree, her rifle rested on her knee to steady it. "Bring him a little further forward, and I'll have a clear shot."

"Don't fire unless you know you can hit." The fox took a couple steps forward, blue and green eyes analyzing his opponent. Senses beyond mortal comprehension felt the vibrations in the air, scrutinized the flow of energy between the two. He avoided looking in his comrade's direction; if the hound hadn't sensed her yet, they had a chance to end this cleanly.

"Not very chatty, huh? Your buddy was, before he died!" The demon's patience ran out quickly. He took a bounding leap forward and brought back his improvised hammer. The stone weapon came down upon the angel and met with the angel's forged steel blade, the metal resonating almost musically upon impact.

"I don't make a habit of getting to know people before I kill them." Ildac's muscles tensed, his shoulder still aching painfully. The divine power channeled through his blade clashed with the abyssal corrpution holding his opponent's hammer together. The angel pushed up and forward, shoving the hammer back, then followed up with a strike of his own, his blade making a shallow cut into his opponent's forearm. The angel followed through as his opponent staggered, landing another blow and slicing a nice gash into the demon's wrist.

The lumbering hound didn't like that. He swung his hammer wide with another soul-shaking roar, then brought the weapon back around when Ildac ducked beneath the initial swing. The demon's huge body twisted with each strike, pulled left and right by the enormous weight of his weapon, which finally made contact once more with the angel's blade, sending another shockwave through the earth below. The monstrous canine, apparently tired of the dextrous fox's defensive play, decided to pull out another trick; a quick, deep breath, followed by a roaring black inferno pouring from its open maw. The resulting heat sent the wolfess behind Ildac scrambling backward and out of harm's way.

Forces of order and chaos clashed in the ensuing impact of those tainted flames against Ildac's divine aura. The unearthly heat seared at the heavenly barrier surrounding him, and the angel pushed firmly with his blade. His bare feet dug into the soil, leg muscles tensed as he gradually gained ground on the monstrosity bearing down on him. The demon's hammer inched further and further back, the roaring hellfire losing intensity as the hound's breath ran out.

"Relka..!" The fox called out telepathically, and without another word, the sound of his fellow angel's rifle pierced through the air like thunder. The flames ceased suddenly, and all the strength in his opponent's push waned, so much so that he found himself easily pushing upward and forcing the hound to stagger backward.

"Cowardly whelp!" The hound roared shockingly well through his half-shattered jaw. Relka's aim had been only slightly off; pitch-black blood oozed from the gaping wound in the demon's mandible, withering the green grass below within seconds. With the fires of pure, unbridled rage in his eyes, the demon swung his hammer, forcing Ildac to dodge out of its way. The swing back sent a fel flame in Relka's direction, incinerating the tree upon which she perched.

Ildac's heart sank, and for a second too long, he completely forgot he was in the middle of a fight. The sharp pain of the demon's hammer smashing against his side reminded him all too late, and it was all he could do to just hang on to his sword as he barrelled across the grass and rolled to a stop against a tree. Everything hurt all at once. The fox cursed himself for ever bringing Relka along on such a dangerous mission. He opened his eyes to see...

"Stupid birdbrains." The hound laughed as he approached the downed angel, hammer slung over his shoulder. A heavy foot landed on the fox's chest before he could rise to defend himself, and that corrupted boulder-hammer rose up high. "I think I'll fry up your wings and eat them, and then pick my teeth with that sword!"

Ildac squeezed his eyes shut to spare himself the final image of that hammer swinging down. Before it did, however, a stray breeze connected the divine threads in the air for just long enough, and he felt the familiar presence of his comrade. The fox grinned, despite his injuries. "Your dinner plans have just been cancelled."

There was no time to even process that; another crack of thunder, and the demon's hand exploded. One more shot sent its falling hammer into a spin off to the side, allowing it to land safely on the grass with a heavy thud. The hound just managed to take a look at his mangled hand before Ildac's renewed strength sent the colossal beast tipping over. The angelic fox sprang from his spot on the ground and drew back his blade in both hands, delivering a precise slash straight across his opponent's midsection, severing him cleanly in half. The two halves smashed against the ground, blood and entrails painting the grass a thick, oily black.

"Have mercy!" The hound still managed to speak, despite its injuries. It held up the stubs that were once arms, as if to plead. "I'll never harm another soul!"

"You're damn right you won't." Ildac raised his blade and turned it downward. The dual-faced gemstone in the hilt spun on its axis, taking on an alternating blue and red glow. Faint whispers began to flow through the ears of those in the park:

"Murder."

"Rape."

"Violence."

"Consumption of sapients."

Crimes of all flavors of morbid were listed off, and the pulsing light within the fox's blade began to favor the red glow. All the while, the bleeding hound continued to plead for mercy and make empty promises of reform. The whispers reached concensus, their haunting cadence enunciating a single harsh utterance of, "GUILTY."

The gemstone flashed a deep blood red, and Ildac brought down his blade, piercing through the demon's heart. The red light poured down through the blade, arcing between the hound's body parts and slowly scorching them from the inside out. The demon wailed in agony as its soul was forcefully torn from its mortal shell, which soon caught fire and quickly began to disintegrate. The cries quieted as the demon's flesh turned to ash, leaving only a pitch black skeleton. Even that began to quickly degrade without the soul holding it together. The red light faded. All was quiet in the park once more. Ildac withdrew his blade, swung it once, and returned it to its sheath.

"You alright?" Relka's voice was a welcome break in the momentary silence.

"I'm fine. Pretty sore, but..." The fox left that thought unfinished. He glanced up at his comrade's new perch and flashed her a smile. "There's your field experience. You pass in my book."

Relka patted her rifle with a grin. "That first shot was just practice."

"Yeah, let's go with that." Ildac rubbed his side and winced as the dull throbbing turned to a sharp sting. "You saved my hide, Relka. Thank you."

"Oh, stop." Even beneath her hood, it looked like the bunny might have been blushing. "Hey, you think she's ok?"

"She..?"

A new voice met his ears; the physical ones. "You're a... a..."

Oh. Right. Ildac suddenly remembered the shaken up wolf girl. He slowly turned to meet her wide, blue eyes staring in disbelief at him. "Are you--"

"An angel!" The thought finally clicked, and she took a shaky step forward, pointing accusingly at the fox's wings. "You... I mean, those are--and you--and that... THING you killed..!"

"Should I tranq her?" Relka's voice came again.

"No. I don't think it matters at this point." Ildac sighed inwardly, only idly listening as the poor, confused wolfess stammered on. "She's already seen us. She was inside the suppression field the whole time."

"Could always zap her."

"I try to avoid memory suppressants with people this shaken up. You know it really isn't healthy, and we're here to help, not harm."

"Yeah, but we also have our secrecy to protect."

Ildac waved dismissively in his comrade's direction. "Just let me handle this, alright?"

Nuri's stammering ceased suddenly at his gesture, and she canted her head to the side. "What?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing." Ildac cast a reassuring glance over his shoulder, and much to his relief, Relka settled back on the tree. Apparently it was all on him now. He turned his attention back to Nuri. "You're not hurt or anything, are you?"

"I'm still deciding whether or not I've suddenly gone crazy, but I didn't get hit."

"Good, good." A quick tug at the invisible strands of energy in the air briefly connected him with the mortal wolfess. No injuries, no signs of corruption, and despite what she'd just seen, average mental health. They were lucky this time.

The wolfess got curious and slowly stepped forward. An outstretched hand brushed gently over Ildac's feathers, her azure eyes going wide once again. "Holy shit... You're real, aren't you?"

This was going to complicate things. While he was certainly opposed to the use of memory suppressants, he really wasn't supposed to reveal his nature to mortals. Still, he figured he could tactfully work his way out of this. He gave her a sheepish smile and asked, "You sure you don't just want to be crazy and realize this is all just a weird fever dream?"

Nuri's eyes narrowed. She scrutinized him for a long moment, eying him up and down, taking in all the details. She took in a breath, then let it out slow. "I've had some weird dreams, but this is usually the part where I wake up."

"So I take it that's a..?"

"No. You're real. You're an angel." An accusing finger was jabbed against Ildac's chest. "Nothing you say will convince me otherwise."

Ildac glanced up at Relka, who gave him a passive shrug. So now he wasn't even going to get advice. Wonderful. He bent forward to level with the mortal lupine and whispered to her. "Alright, look. You... really aren't supposed to know that."

Then the gears started to turn. Nuri's lips slowly curled into a smirk, and she gave him another once-over, deep blue eyes dipping low, then roaming back up to his eyes. "Is that so?"

"Yeah." The fox knew he was in trouble the moment he saw that look. So much for tact. "So... it's probably best if you just forget everything you saw here."

"Hmm, I don't know." Nuri turned and crossed her arms over her chest, her fluffy tail slowly waving in an arc behind her. "My friends would love to hear that there are angels among us."

"Shit." The fox cursed himself inwardly. He didn't even bother to look at Relka again; the overwhelming sense of "now you fucked up" just oozing off of her made it quite clear that he was in this alone. He'd wanted to do it his way, and now he'd have to fix it. Ildac sucked in a breath, held it for a moment, and sighed out a dangerous question: "What do you want?"

"Ohhh?" Nuri glanced back at him with mischievous eyes.

"What do I have to do for you to ensure this remains a secret?" Ildac grit his teeth. Humility wasn't something foreign to him, but he was never one to bargain like this. He could snap this girl like a twig if he wanted to.

Nuri turned away again. Her head rocked back and forth, and her hips soon joined it, making a show of the potentially scandalous thoughts running through her head. She spun in place, facing the angel again and sauntering up to him. A delicate hand brushed over his strong chest where his coat had torn, carefully avoiding the dark blue bruises now beginning to show through his otherwise flawless fur. "You're not a bad looker, for someone who took a beating from a big rock."

"Um... thanks?" He was in a little too much pain to blush properly.

"And you did save my life. I'm grateful." The wolfess leaned closer, inching up on the tips of her toes and sliding her hands over the fox's shoulders. "So I'll go easy on you. You're going to take me out for dinner. I'll choose the place; you just give me a time and day."

Ildac narrowed his eyes a little. She had all that bargaining power, and all she wanted was a date? He didn't quite buy it, but he wasn't about to let her know. He gave a conceding nod in response. "That sounds fair. And in return, you'll keep this our little secret."

"Promise!" She gave him a sly little wink. "But you'd better show up on the promised time and day, or else someone might go ahead and spread the word that we're sharing our city with angels and demons."

"Of course." The fox took hold of the hands on his shoulders and guided them away. Just being touched right now was all kinds of uncomfortable. He was going to be sore for days, at least. This time he did blush just a little as Nuri laced her fingers with his. "So where can I typically find you? Sorry to say, Angel Wireless hasn't been invented yet, so I won't be able to reach you by phone."

Nuri snerked at that and produced a scrap of paper and a pen from a pocket. She scribbled down an address and slipped it delicately into the angel's hand. "This is my apartment. Feel free to drop by."

"You're awful trusting to someone you just met."

"You took a flying boulder and damn near lost your life for me." Her expression suddenly took a serious turn. "That's... adequate proof of your character."

Some gratitude! That was nice to see, even mixed in with the blackmailing. Still, she was being pretty fair about the situation, and he had to admit, she was kind of cute. Maybe a night out wouldn't be so bad. He smiled genuinely to her for the first time. "Very well then. I'll leave a note or something."

"Good." Nuri extended a hand, which Ildac took and gave a gentle shake. The wolfess withdrew that little hand and smiled. "The name's Nuri, by the way."

"Ildac. It's been... an experience."

"You've seen nothing yet." That devious smirk returned momentarily before she turned to walk away. "See you soon. Don't make me wait too long, angel."

The fox watched her go until she rounded the corner at the next block. He rubbed his sore neck and groaned quietly. "The hell have I gotten myself into, Relka?"

"The dating scene." Replied his partner as she stepped in beside him. "Come on, stud. Let's get you fixed up."

Four days passed at an achingly slow rate, both literally and figuratively. Ildac's sore muscles continued to ail him for the first two, and by the time Saturday came about, he was only just starting to feel a decent amount of relief from the pain. He counted himself lucky to have not broken anything too badly; that, added with his supernatural healing factor, had him back on his feet in a matter of days.

The physical relief did not come with any mental reassurance, however, as the time of his little dinner date drew nearer. Convincing the Goddess had been easier than dissuading Relka from just zapping their mortal witness into last weekend, but even his deity's approval of his more natural approach did little to steady his nerves.

"I haven't been on a date in seventy years." He'd remarked as he fidgeted with a black and white-striped tie. He'd always hated the damn things to begin with, and only ever wore them while masquerading as a mortal. Ties hadn't even been invented the last time he'd had to do that. He idly recalled that pantaloons were still in fashion back then.

"So you're a little rusty." Relka chimed in, busily tidying her fellow angel's hair with a comb. "You insisted on letting her have her way, so you might as well enjoy the distraction while you can."

"It's not much of a distraction when it's still technically heavenly business."

The bunny angel flicked one of his ears. "It beats having boulders thrown at you, doesn't it?"

Ildac grumped a little. After such a long time with only casual encounters with the opposite sex, jumping headlong into it again was rather intimidating. "I'm not so sure."

"Oh, quit being dramatic." Relka grabbed a mirror and held it up before the fox. "How's this?"

"I don't know. You're the one who has any idea what young mortals find attractive." He did take a moment to appreciate the work she'd done, though; normally his hair was just brushed straight down in a purely utalitarian manner. At least now it was combed at the part, so it had some character to it.

"What young mortals find attractive is confidence!" Another flick at the fox's ear drove in her point. "Don't be so shut-in like you always are. Be outgoing!"

"But I'm not outgoing."

"Well, pretend! You only have to do this once."

If he was lucky. Nuri could easily hang this over his head if she wanted to; there was really no stopping her. In that case, he might need to zap her after all. The fox sighed heavily and brushed his jacket smooth with his hands. For all his complaining, he did feel good looking so groomed. He idly wondered if this was how women with 'a thing for men in uniforms' came to be. "I think I'm about ready."

"Just one other thing." Relka produced a black leather wallet from a nearby shelf and handed it to him. "Courtesy of our mortal eyes."

"If they ever figured out the shit we sometimes use these funds for..."

"All in the name of preservation of secrecy!" Relka grinned and gave his shoulder a nudge. "Now get out there! Show that girl that you're a strong, confident angel who's worthy of her time!"

"And don't make an ass of yourself." He said for the tenth time that day. Ildac weaved through crowds of pedestrians, hands stuffed in his pockets, overall very annoyed at having to walk the whole way. Really, he could just slip through the veil and fly there... if he wanted his clothes to disintegrate. A funny thing, that transition between the living and unliving realms. Even the threads he wore had to be specially made to survive the sideways dimensional step that would give even the greatest physicists of the time an aneurysm.

A ten-minute walk along the busy street brought him to 'Maria Agosti's', the agreed (or more accurately, the one-sidedly decided) rendezvous for the evening. It was the typical Italian faire; basically just Olive Garden, except it was taboo to show up in shorts and a band shirt. Ildac scanned through the crowd and subtly tugged at invisible cords in the air. One by one, these tiny fibers of divine energy connected, stringing through gaps in the crowd until they struck a familiar note. Without even looking, he knew she was there.

Leaning against the wall, cell phone in hand, was his date for the evening. Nuri had foregone her tank top and shorts, opting instead for a lovely little black dress. Her exotic violet hair now had bleached white tips, and the markings dyed into her fur were vibrantly touched up with all the colors of the rainbow. Most striking, however, were the thigh-high boots she had on. One would think they might clash with a semi-formal dress code like this, but somehow it just looked... right.

"Good evening." Ildac said as he stepped in next to the wolfess. "You're practically dressed to kill."

"You like it, huh?" Nuri smirked and did a little twirl for him. She was surprisingly nimble in those boots. "Just a little something I threw together. It's been a while since I went someplace nice."

She'd certainly caught the fox's eye with her showy little spin; he'd taken the opportunity to appreciate every angle of her soft, feminine form. Only after her deep azure eyes began to bore into his did he realize he'd been staring, and he made a show of averting his eyes. "Well you look... nice."

"You look a lot better this way." Nuri placed a finger on her date's jacket and traced a little circle around a button. "The rugged look is hot, but this is nice. Handsome."

Already, Ildac could feel the heat rising up into his cheeks. He turned his gaze back to her and met those vibrant eyes. There was a definite magnetism in her gaze that he so rarely saw in mortals. She practically oozed confidence. He didn't even feel ashamed for being a little intimidated. "I'm glad you like it. It's been some time since I dressed up."

Nuri simply smiled and hooked her arm with his, then leaned her head against him. She took the first step, which coaxed the fox along with her. Her short stature and light weight allowed her to simply lay into him and guide him inside, subtle brushes of delicate fingers against his arm or chest adding little insistent urges to her unvoiced assertions.

"You're certainly a girl who knows what she wants." Ildac stated the obvious. He hoped and prayed that she couldn't hear his thundering heartbeat.

"You might be a big, strong angel, Ildac. You might even have the strength to rip a semi-trailer in half for all I know. But make no mistake." The wolfess leaned up and used her gentle leverage to coax her date lower so her muzzle could meet his ear. A wet, pink tongue slithered out and traced along the edge of that fuzzy sonar dish, causing Ildac to visibly shiver. "I'm the one in control here. Understood?"

The fox swallowed hard, gulping audibly and giving her a slow, rigid nod. "Yes ma'am."

"Good boy." Nuri allowed him to stand upright again and nodded toward the seating area. "On we go, now. Mush, mush."

The two were seated, situated, and given menus and drinks to start. Ildac started with water, and Nuri a local red wine. The waitress came by and made some awkward comments about them being a cute couple, which definitely didn't do anything to calm the angel's nerves, and took their orders, leaving them by their lonesome once more.

"So, um..." Ildac began, but the words caught on the tip of his tongue. He was still blushing from what the waitress had said, and from the sly smirk Nuri had given him over it.

"'So, um'?" The wolf smiled, leaning across the table insistently.

"Well, tell me about yourself, I... guess?" Ildac quickly remembered why he hadn't gone on any dates in nearly a century.

Nuri leaned back a little and hummed, sipping her wine and savoring the taste before responding. "I like art, good food, good drink, good company, long walks on the beach, and handsome men. Like you." The last bit was added with a wink. "Your turn."

"Not very forthcoming, are you?"

"I hold my cards very close to my chest." She smiled mysteriously, fingers idly drumming on the table. "It's more fun this way."

"Is it? I've never liked secrets."

"And yet you've got the biggest one of all."

She had him there. Rather than press the point, Ildac decided it'd probably be best to just move on. "Well, you already know what I do for a living. Other than that, I appreciate art as well. Reading, writing... Music. I enjoy the classics."

"I figured you for an old soul, but I guess that's kind of a given." Nuri gave him a cheeky smile. "I'm almost afraid to ask how old you are."

"I'm almost afraid to tell." They shared a little chuckle. Maybe they'd have some rapport after all. "How old do I look?"

Nuri leaned forward again and pursed her lips. She scrutinized his face for a long moment, narrowed her eyes, then nodded. "Mid-twenties?"

"Yeah, let's go with that."

"Uh-huh. I'll let that go. For now."

They engaged in small talk while they waited for their meals to arrive. Nuri was an amateur therapist, but didn't really work out of an office, and she appeared to want to gloss over it as quickly as possible. Something seemed shady about the whole thing, but Ildac couldn't quite place it. He described to her the things he did in his off time, and when he mentioned keeping in shape, she insisted he show off some muscle for her. It was a little awkward, but at the same time, he enjoyed the attention. She seemed very interested in keeping him engaged, and did so very easily, though not always in the most comfortable ways. The long, hard stares she gave him, the little brush of her fingers against his any time his hands drew too near, and the subtle, unvoiced promise of something wonderful and mysterious in her eyes... It was almost overwhelming.

"You're very... intense." The angel found himself admitting, failing to suppress the growing redness in his cheeks. "Has anyone ever told you that?"

"All the time." Nuri's tone took a deep, husky cadence for just a moment. "People say I fill the room. And not just because I've got some meat on my bones." She paused, then added a cautionary aside, "And if you make any jokes, I'll smack you."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

"Good boy." Her confident smirk returned. She started to say something else, but was interrupted by their dishes arriving. She'd ordered a meaty lasagna, and Ildac had opted for a mezzaluna ravioli. Nuri didn't wait to go for a taste, blowing on a little piece and daintily spooning it into her mouth. "You can't beat good Italian."

"No kidding." Ildac was happy to have the conversation turned back in a more comfortable direction. "I'll be honest, I'm surprised you picked such an... inexpensive locale."

The wolfess smirked around another forkful of lasagna. "Did you think I'd eat you out of house and home, since I had some dirt on you?"

Ildac answered with a cautious nod. "You certainly could have."

"Relax." She smiled, alleviating his concerns that he might have offended her. "I didn't do this for the food. And even if I did, I'm not a fan of those glorified, overpriced sample booths that they call 'high-class' restaurants. Who the hell wants to walk out just as hungry and twice as poor as when you walked in? Idiots, that's who."

"And movie stars."

"Like I said, idiots."

They shared another laugh. Ildac found himself growing more comfortable; he'd even managed to forget the dull, lingering soreness from the fight earlier in the week. Good food and good company... Maybe they had more in common that he thought. Or maybe it was that odd, dizzying sensation he kept feeling, and yet quickly forgetting about just seconds later. Just that thought alone was a little weird, but somehow he didn't really find it concerning. It was easier to just keep his eyes locked on hers. Much easier.

"Ildac?"

"Huh? What?" The fox blinked twice. Had he zoned out?

"I asked you what you thought of the food."

"Oh! Well, it's great, really." He took another bite of ravioli and licked his lips. "It's been a while since I've had something like this, and..." He added with a lowered voice, "Being immortal, I don't really have much need for food, other than taste."

Nuri smiled almost too innocently. "So that's how it works, huh? You sure it's ok to tell me that?"

"The things you saw the other day are far more compromising than knowledge of our eating habits." The fox skewered a big piece and popped it into his mouth. He figured he'd count himself lucky that she only just now made a smartass comment.

"Things that I won't be sharing." That smile slowly evolved into a smirk. "Since you've been such a good boy."

Something clicked in Ildac's head, like a light switch flicking on. He felt the most peculiar sensation of pleasure rush up from the tips of his toes to the top of his head, and he tensed up so hard that he actually shook the table. Heat rushed into his cheeks, and he quickly apologized. "I don't know what... I guess I got a chill."

"Mm, did you?" Nuri's tone dropped to that deliciously deep level again. "Or was it something else?"

Their eyes met again, and this time he finally saw it; the band of blue expanding from her pupils and flowing outward through her eyes, glowing faintly in the slightly dimmed lights of the restaurant. It took him a moment to even register that he'd seen it, or that he'd dropped his fork onto the table. "Wh... What?"

"It took you this long to notice, hmm?" The wolfess leaned across the table, resting her head in her hands. "How interesting. You're probably ten times my age, and yet you're still so susceptible."

"T-To what? What did you do?" Ildac felt his heart thump against his chest. How long had she been doing that... thing? He'd only seen her do it once, or at least only remembered it that one time. He simply stared in confusion, but that only left him open to another colorful pulse from her eyes; blues, greens, and yellows flashed across her beautiful azure gems. The sensation of pure relaxation spread like warm water over his entire body and wrapped around his mind, then fizzled out as the glowing effect faded away once more. He put his hand to his forehead and swayed in place, that pleasant dizziness returning once more.

Nuri giggled in that devious tone of hers and reached over to brush her fingers along his arm. "I didn't tell you what kind of therapy I offered, did I?"

"No..."

"It's nice and easy." The wolfess took hold of his wrist and coaxed his hand away from his face, only to dazzle him with another colorful display. "I'm a hypnotist."

"A... Oh..." Ildac's head swam in a thick, colorful fog. She'd only hit him with a couple seconds' worth of that mesmerizing stare, but it was enough to leave him stunned and confused. Thoughts gradually managed to pierce through the haze, and he firmly shook his head to try and knock himself out of it. "D-Don't do that."

"Why not? It feels good, doesn't it?" Nuri smirked as her next attack was blocked by him shutting his eyes. "You didn't complain earlier."

"I didn't notice earlier!"

The wolfess murred softly to him, fingers delicately caressing over his arms. "There were lots of things you didn't notice. You only know now because I let you."

Ildac took a deep breath. Of course something like this would happen--things were just going far too well. He didn't even want to think about how many times she'd hit him with that colorful stare throughout the evening, only to make him forget it entirely. One question rose up to his lips: "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why hypnotize me?" He cautiously opened one eye and was glad to see only those lovely deep blues staring back at him. "You've already gotten your dinner, your date, your... fun, I guess?"

Nuri murred seductively across the table and licked her lips. "I haven't gotten all of my 'fun' yet, fox. But I will."

"Let's just talk about this, without th... the..." Ildac's other eye slowly opened as a brilliant maelstrom of colors blossomed before his eyes. Thoughts slowed to a crawl, and that pleasurable fog once again coiled around his susceptible mind. He slumped in place, leaning over the table with a blank, glassy-eyed stare.

"Good boy." The devious wolfess giggled as she watched that phrase cast a hypnotic spell of pleasure over his body. "Look deep into my eyes. You don't have to think. Just listen."

"L... Listen..." Her words echoed through the cavernous emptiness that was his mind, resonating within and commanding his obedience. The sound of her voice alone was like honey pouring into his ears.

Nuri's eyes pulsed and glowed so pleasantly, bands of all colors of the rainbow expanding from their centers. She laced her fingers with his and smiled. "When we leave tonight, I will invite you to my apartment. You want to come over, don't you? Won't you?"

"I..."

"You will."

"I will..." Her eyes were his entire world. It was impossible to resist.

"And when I snap you out of trance, you'll forget that I ever hypnotized you. Understood?"

"Yes ma'am."

The hypnotic wolfess gave his strong hands a squeeze. "Good boy." Another pause to watch him squirm in place. "Wake."

Ildac blinked once, the glassy look vanishing from his eyes as the world came into focus once more. He stared blankly ahead for a long moment, then took a look down at his hands, still laced delicately with Nuri's. "Um..."

"You were asking about my fur patterns?"

"I was..?" He didn't recall, but now that she mentioned, he had wanted to ask. "I-I mean, yeah, I was! They aren't natural, are they?"

Nuri's faux innocent smile crossed her lips, and she raised her bare shoulders up to accentuate the colorful swirls there. "Nah. I wish. It takes a lot of work to get the dyes exactly right."

The small-talk continued. Ildac remained blissfully unaware of Nuri's mesmerizing influence over him, and no further attempts were made to alter his mind. For now. Dinners, drinks, and desserts were had, stories were shared, and eventually it came time to depart. Ildac took the bill, seeing as his income was, to a degree, entirely disposable. The two headed out the door with full bellies, but Nuri had plans to satisfy a much different appetite.

"So." She began, hooking her arm around Ildac's again and nuzzling against his shoulder. "Wanna come over for coffee?"

Once again, a command awakened in the fox's mind. Before he even thought to answer, his lips delivered a soft, "Sure."

"That's what I like to hear." Nuri murred and snuggled herself up against him, her curvaceous hips swishing almost eagerly as she led him along.

Ildac puzzled over his uncharacteristic decision to just run off with this girl after their agreement had been fulfilled. He'd taken her out, bought her dinner, and had a good time. "Come to think of it," he figured, "I did enjoy myself. What am I even worried about?"

Nuri dug through her purse for her keys, and with a quick click, she was ushering her date inside. Just as Ildac had figured, seeing Nuri's typical attire and the way she dyed her hair, the decor was some kind of mix of girly and gothic, but not "rebellious teenage girl"-level. It was tasteful and functional. Nuri shut the door and turned the deadbolt, then brushed a finger up Ildac's back. "Have a seat wherever you like. I'm gonna go slip into something more comfortable."

The fox stood there by his lonesome for an awkward moment. This was the part in porn movies where she'd come out in something skimpy and start flirting with him or something. That, in turn, would lead to some extremely cheesy dialogue and quickly segue into awkward, fake sex.

"Pfft. You've been watching too much trash." He told himself as he plopped down on the couch. "Yeah, she's very touchy-feely and assertive, but come on. She didn't bring you here to fuck you."

Nuri sauntered back in and leaned against the doorway leading to her bedroom, one hand on her hip, the other propped against the wall. That cute black top had been abandoned in favor of a showy purple tube top and a pair of silky black panties. The whole thing made Ildac's jaw drop, and the naughty wolfess couldn't help but giggle. "Somebody approves."

"By all that is good and just..." Ildac's cheeks burned like the sun. His wide eyes could not turn away, and before he could even shift to conceal it, a tent popped up in his pants.

"Aww, are you shy?" The wolfess giggled again and swayed her way toward him, delicious hips swishing back and forth as her long legs carried her across the room. She climbed atop the fox, straddling his lap and grinding her sinfully soft backside against the bulge in his pants. "Don't worry, boy. I'll make you nice and comfortable..."

"Ffff... ffffuck." Ildac averted his eyes and tugged at his shirt collar; he could swear he saw a puff of steam rise up.

Nuri gave him that lovely smirk of hers again. "One step at a time, hot shot."

"N-No! I didn't--I mean, I wasn't--"

"Shhh." A delicate finger placed to the fox's muzzle silenced his protest. Nuri coaxed his face back to hers and tilted her head, aligning her muzzle with his and demanding a kiss. The fox obeyed without question.

Ildac breathed a moan out through his nose. His tense arms gradually relaxed, and he slid his hands up over her exposed waist. How long had it been since he'd felt this way? Months? Years? Even his latest encounters had been purely casual in nature; hell, he hadn't even bought those succubi dinner. This was more than that. He knew he shouldn't have, but he wanted this. He kissed her back, his tongue lapping delicately against hers as their muzzles locked.

Just as quickly as she began it, Nuri ended the kiss, that devious smirk plastered on her lips once more. Just like last time, she gave no warning; her eyes blossomed into a whirling display of colors, lighting up their faces with the hypnotic glow. "Look at me."

Once again, the sensation of instant, profound relaxation hit Ildac like a ton of bricks, and he felt the world around them melt away. Her eyes pierced through his will, subduing the few parts of his mind that decided to resist. Reluctance and indecision gave way to desire and submission. Nuri's powerful gaze flooded his mind and body, easing away all his worries, all his concerns, lulling him down into trance as she crooned softly to him.

"There you go." Her deep, silky voice came as sweet as pure nectar. "See? You like it. You love it. I can tell you've been through this before. Maybe you don't remember, but it's there, deep in your subconscious. And you like me, too, don't you?"

"I... I like you..." Ildac couldn't help himself. She'd been so friendly and outgoing, so physical, and so dominant. So in control, just like now. Now she had complete control, and that only made that needy shaft twitch harder against his tight pants.

Nuri swayed her head slowly before his eyes, forcing him to follow her, to sway in place with her. The colorful bands of light whirled faster, their deep glow intensifying as she broke through his defenses and reinforced her power over him. Her bubbly backside rubbed and pressed against his shaft, tugging helpless moans and whimpers from the fox's lips. She licked along his muzzle and pressed their noses together, letting those enslaving eyes take up all but a fraction of his vision. "I like you, too, Ildac. And I think I want to keep you..."

Keep him? Some part of his subconscious resisted that. He didn't belong to anyone, save for his Goddess, who created him.

"After all, you've been such a good boy..."

"Hahhh..." That rush of pleasure was almost overpowering, and his hips bucked up unconsciously as the sensation tickled over his cock, eliciting a little yelp and a giggle from the wolfess sitting atop him.

"You like that, do you? Being called a good boy." Another moan accompanied by mindless thrusting. Nuri gently caressed his cheek, her tone dropping to nearly a whisper. "I can make it even better. But you have to do something for me first."

The fox's fogged up mind could think of nothing better at the moment. Sure, it was a dangerous thing to agree to, but thankfully the parts of his mind that thought so were all nice and deeply asleep. He answered all too happily, "Anything...!"

"That's what I thought." Nuri brought that stroking hand to his ears, fingers brushing and tugging them playfully, relaxing the sleepy fox further. "You'll call me 'Mistress' from now on."

"M-Mistress..." It wasn't an unfamiliar word, but he'd never used it like this before. A word meant for a subservient plaything to address his superior. It was enough to make his cock throb with excitement.

Nuri's chest rose slowly as she took in a breath, savoring the first utterance of that word from his lips. "Yes... You can still use my name. Sometimes." She reached down and around, her fingers now rubbing firmly against that shaft through his pants. "But you must address me as Mistress most times. Because I own you now, Ildac. You belong to me."

"I... I be... nggghh..." Still, he resisted, despite the intense pleasure shooting up through his cock and jolting outward to the rest of his body. That nagging part of his mind that just wouldn't let him give in was still hanging on, albeit by a thread.

"You. Belong. To me." Each word came with a powerful flash of blue light from her eyes, directed straight into the pleasure center of the fox's brain, tugging moan after helpless moan from his lips. "Submit."

Ildac's last meager defense finally buckled under the wolfess's finely-tuned hypnotic attack. He felt that reluctant resistance fizzle out under a wave of erotic pleasure; the rush of pure, unfiltered bliss rolling in over his mind and body brought a wide, almost goofy smile to his lips. He soaked in her gaze, her words, her presence, absorbing every little thing she offered to his fully-receptive mind. "I'm... yours."

"That's a good boy." Nuri flashed a victorious smirk as she watched him writhe beneath her again. "And from now on, whenever I use that trigger on you, that pleasant relaxation will instead be replaced by a vibrating feeling centered around your cock. Hard or soft, your dick will become enveloped in vibrating pleasure, like a fleshlight with a surprise."

"Yes... Mistress." The enthralled angel murmured back to her, eyes half-lidded and reflecting those hypnotic colors as a sign of his complete submission to her power. He droned on in a soft, dreamy voice, "Thank you..."

Nuri responded with a devious snicker as she began to strip, tossing off her top and then fiddling with the fox's jacket buttons. "Don't thank me yet, my good boy." She paused to watch his face contort into the visage of pure ecstasy. It lasted only for a few seconds, but the phantom vibrations left the fox panting and whining helplessly for more. "We're just getting started."

While he couldn't even think to pull his eyes from her ensnaring gaze, he could appreciate her toplessness through his peripheral vision. Her breasts were perky and full, and those colorful swirls in her fur looped around the furry mounds in a spiral pattern. Stiff, pink nipples glinted in the light, revealing a metal stud pierced through either nub. His fingers brushed up and down her sides, fondled her slightly rounded tummy, and began to absently make their way upward.

"There went your inhibitions." Nuri giggled and arched her chest out for him. When he went in for a touch, however, she pushed his hands away, leaning in and giving a lovely little lick across his lips. "Lean forward please."

He did so, and Nuri tugged and worked at his shirt and jacket, which she had skillfully unbuttoned in a short few moments. After a quick struggle and some clumsy manipulation of the fox's arms and posture, the two garments came off, tossed onto the floor without care. As if on instinct, Ildac's wings burst from his back in a flash of light, slumping lazily at his sides. Two black pawprints decorated his otherwise pale white pecs, dyed into his fur much like the wolf's own alterations.

"Oho, I almost forgot about those." Nuri's hands were immediately in that raven plumage, brushing and stroking over his feathers. "Soft... Interesting markings, too."

"Ffffeelsgood... Mistress..." Sensitive nerves in the fox's wings sent shivers up his spine at the right touch.

"It does, huh? How good?"

Ildac's back arched as the wolf began to explore those wings more thoroughly, brushing her delicate fingers through the dense, yet soft plumage. "Isss... relaxing... Pleasurable..."

"I'll have to probe you for more info on that later." Nuri left his wings alone for now, shifting her focus back to the bigger prize to be had. She wiggled in place as she shed her silky panties, then straddled the fox again, pressing her soft breasts against his firm, strong chest. "Mmnn... You like my body, pet?"

"Yesss..." He thought nothing of being referred to as her pet. All that mattered now was pleasure. Pleasure, obedience, and submission. He was a good boy for Mistress.

"You can touch." The wolfess leaned back once more and presented herself to him, crooning softly as his hands finally reached her breasts. She used that to keep him busy while she unbuckled, unbuttoned, and finally unzipped his pants. "Such a good boy."

Ildac's cock twitched hard as, on cue, those delicious vibrations returned, graced him with overwhelming pleasure, and then vanished all in the span of a few seconds. He squeezed and caressed Nuri's soft, ample breasts, played with the metal studs pierced through her nipples. The fox shivered in delight as her soft sounds of pleasure began to reach his ears. He felt her loosen his belt and unfasten his pants. A quick command had him raise his backside off the couch, then plop back down as she pulled belt, pants, and boxers down to his ankles all in one go.

"There!" Nuri's eyes zeroed in on that throbbing, needy shaft, eagerly snatching it up in her fingers and giving him a few good pumps. She watched him as he moaned aloud, her devious grin practically oozing sex. "I'm gonna use my new pet. See if angels know a thing or two about fucking."

The mesmerized angel could only watch as Nuri climbed up further and braced herself against his powerful frame. He followed the movement of her eyes, still helplessly transfixed upon the swirling colors, his pleasure-addled mind swimming in a haze of hypnotic bliss. His eyes went wide as he felt her sex kiss the tip of his cock, then inch lower and lower, taking him in at an achingly-slow rate. "Mistress..!"

"Goooood boy..." The wolfess pressed her hands against the paw prints on his chest, her boot-clad legs resting on either side of his lap. She pushed herself down in one quick motion, sucking in a gasp and licking her lips. "Rock me like a hurricane..."

It was a strange, vague command on its own, but even through the mind-numbing fog, Ildac got the context. He placed his hands on the wolf's hips and bucked upward, impaling her on his shaft and bouncing her upward in his lap. Nuri responded in kind by firmly thrusting down into him, grinding her hips against his thighs. And they didn't stop. The mindless fox and the puppeteer tugging his strings moaned out in unison as they fucked right there on the couch. Hot bodies pressed together, soft flesh squishing against firm muscles, hands groping and squeezing and grabbing at whatever they could reach.

"S-So you're no virgin..!" Nuri shot him a toothy grin and swiveled her hips against his firm upward thrusts. "I didn't think so."

"N-No, Mistress!" The fox moaned out his response, eyes glazed and still swirling endlessly with the glowing colors that had stolen away his mind. The pressure quickly built within his shaft as she bounced in his lap. His eyes followed his Mistress's gaze, staring helplessly while she rode him like a naughty cowgirl. He might have been the bull, but throwing her off was the last thing on his mind.

Nuri's fingers attacked the angel's nipples, tugging loose another bout of whimpering moans and pleas for more. She tugged and pinched, twisted and rubbed the sensitive buttons, all the while making ample use of his needy foxcock. "Don't you dare cum yet!"

Once again, like a switch being flipped, Ildac felt that command click in his mind. He felt the pressure bubble over, and despite hanging right on the edge, he could not reach the climax he so desperately needed. Strong hands gripped the fur on his Mistress's back, and firm muscles began to tense. Ildac clenched his teeth and almost managed to squeeze his eyes shut; Nuri's hypnotic stare kept him looking straight ahead. "Please..!"

"Please what?" The domineering wolf clenched around that cock, shivering and growling in pleasure and bouncing herself eagerly atop her living dildo.

"Please Mistress, I need to... cum..." His ears pinned back, head lowered pathetically as he begged for his release. She had all the keys to his mind and body.

Nuri bit down hard on her lip as she pressed into him, rocking her hips back and forth and really grinding hard into that shaft. The flushed redness of her cheeks showed easily through her fur, and her breaths came in ragged gasps and moans. She made a show of mulling it over, humming between sounds of ecstasy, tapping idly on her chin, and then finally leaning in to steal another long, tongue-filled kiss from her pet. Blazing eyes poured their hypnotic power into him as they kissed, keeping him nice and subdued, even on the edge of a mind-shattering orgasm. Her hands busied themselves with his wings, squeezing at the bases and fondling the soft feathers until she managed to convince herself to pull back from the kiss. The wolfess took a few deep breaths, the colors in her eyes becoming disjointed and dull as her panting grew more intense. She finally shut her eyes, closing him off to that enthralling gaze for the first time in what seemed like forever, and whispered to him before sealing his lips in a kiss once more: "Cum for me, pet...!"

The key turned, lock released, and floodgates opened. Not a half-second later, Ildac's abs tensed, back arched, strong arms held Nuri firmly to his chest as he came. His ecstatic cries, while muffled against his Mistress's lips, came loud and relatively clear. That needy vulpine shaft pulsed and throbbed as hot, thick ropes of seed painted the insides of Nuri's pussy, flooding her with his angelic essence. He could feel the wolfess's sex clench hard around him, followed by a gush of molten nectar as she came hard around his dick. His attentive ears picked up her own muffled moans and whimpers, their voices mingling in the stillness of her living room, carrying on for what felt like ages, then slowly tapering off into gasps and croons of satisfied bliss.

"Ok..." Nuri panted, opening her lovely azure eyes again and staring at the completely spent angel beneath her. "You do know how to fuck. You're nothing like the angels in the movies." She took a long moment to breathe, then added with a cheesy grin, "The only thing stiff about you is your cock."

Ildac simply had no means of responding to much of anything right now. The deep trance she'd put him under had made him so sensitive, and that built-up climax had practically floored him with its intensity. He stared up at the ceiling, eyes half-lidded and glassy, still showing a faint image of those swirling colors.

"Ildac?"

"Mistress..?"

The wolfess snickered weakly. She grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over the pair, then nudged him in the side to try and coax him into moving. "Jus... Just lay... Yeah, lay down, ok? I'm gonna... Let's talk more in the morning..."

Ildac lazily complied; he slid to the left and pulled his legs up onto the couch. His hands rested against Nuri's back as she curled up atop him, feathery wings shimmering and then vanishing into the ether.

"Sleep, pet."

The command echoed through the fox's mind, and within moments, he felt the soft embrace of sleep overtake him. Dreams of swirling colors and deep, vivid blue eyes haunted every moment of his rest.

Ildac awoke to the sound of car horns blaring outside. The morning came as it always did in the city; with traffic. He opened his eyes and squinted as the light from a nearby window bathed his face in its warm glow. The fox slowly sat himself up and glanced around the room; soft, frilly pillows, gargoyle statues here and there, his clothes sitting in a pile on the floor...

"Oh." It suddenly clicked in his mind. He'd spent the night with that mortal girl, and apparently they'd gotten up to some fun. So why couldn't he remember it?

"Morning, stud." Nuri stood in the doorway between the living room and kitchen. She'd pulled on a pair of pajama pants and a bra, but nothing else. She hadn't even fixed her hair since their rough romp the previous night. "How do you feel?"

"Confused." The fox admitted. He rubbed his forehead to try and clear away some of that strange haze that'd settled over him. He could almost see in his mind what had happened to lead him here.

Nuri smirked and waltzed across the room, looking rather smug as she sat herself across his naked lap. "That's normal. But don't worry, you'll remember soon."

"Remember what, Mist--" He stopped himself and promptly clamped a hand over his muzzle. "I mean--"

"Don't be ashamed, foxy." The wolfess said as she slipped her arms around his shoulders. "You're just doing what you were told, after all. You were such a GOOD BOY last night."

Ildac tensed up and nearly launched her from his lap as he felt a familiar sensation creep up between his legs. He stared off into space as the memories began to flood back in; the pretty colors, her compelling voice, and his agreement... "Oh Goddess..."

"I prefer 'Mistress'."

"No, not you!" He shook his head and averted his gaze from the wolf. "You... You tricked me. Made me say and do things."

"And how does that make you feel?" Nuri pulled herself in close and traced that long tongue along the edge of his ear. "Tell me... pet."

An intense shiver crawled up his spine, making his fur stand on end. The fox slowly met her gaze once more and bashfully responded, "Good..."

"'Good' what?" Nuri's intense stare could have made a drill sergent kneel in submission. She didn't waver, didn't blink, didn't move an inch.

"Good... Mistress." He felt an erection coming on just from saying that. The fox lowered his gaze in submission. As complicated as things were about to become, he couldn't deny his own nature. He wanted this. Lucky for him, he was afforded such luxuries by a very relaxed deity.

"That's a good pet." Nuri smiled and gave his ears an affectionate rub. She tugged him back up to eye level and licked his muzzle. "Breakfast?"

The fox blinked once and stared for a long moment. As dominant and pushy as she was, there was still this undeniably cute and playful nature mixed in with her. He returned her smile, eyed his clothes on the floor, and cautiously asked, "Can I get dressed first?"

"Boxers only."

"Yes, Mistress..." He couldn't help but chuckle a bit at himself as the wolfess hopped away to the kitchen. "Hell of a night." He mumbled to himself as he tugged on his boxers and made his way to the kitchen to help fix breakfast. He couldn't shake the feeling this was only the beginning of something wonderful.