Angel and Demon Seduction --- Chapter 200:29 Dec 23 2010
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Chapter 2
It's Not You, It's Me
"Why don't they come up here and, um... arrest us?" Alex asked. He stood with the two women by a statue of an angel on a small rise away from the chapel. His own face was still wet with the blood from the goblet. The chapel was fully engulfed in flames, with firefighters spraying it down and police looking around for who might be in the area.
Both women answered at once. "That's me," the dark-haired one said, while the blonde replied with "I am concealing us." They stopped, looked at each other sharply, and then shrugged it off.
Having a quiet moment to get his bearings, he had realized underneath all the blood and bruises, both women were probably shockingly beautiful. Both seemed to always have either hair or shadow or a convenient stance just barely covering their breasts. The blonde had clearly recovered more quickly, standing taller and more alert. The other slouched a bit, arms crossed over her chest, looking mostly away from the other two.
"So they don't see or hear us here?"
"No," the blonde answered.
"Huh. ...'kay... I can't believe you're both standing, you were hurt so bad..."
"I am recovering rapidly," the blonde answered.
"I'll manage," the other shrugged.
"How did you find us?" the blonde asked. "Did you know about this? Were you sent?"
"I was just here taking pictures," Alex shrugged, jostling his backpack a bit. "Snuck onto the property. I heard the screaming. I really had no idea."
"The Lord does work in mysterious ways," the blonde smiled a bit.
"Bugger your patriarchal sky god," the other woman grimaced.
Alex was silent for a second. Every time he spoke seemed to make this very awkward moment more awkward, but somehow just standing there didn't seem to be all that slick, either. "Are you two cold? 'cause one of you could have my sweatshirt at least..."
The women both looked at him blankly.
"Hey, I'm just trying to help, I mean this is all so crazy, and... who the hell are you two, anyway?"
"Interesting choice of words," the blonde said, looking at the dark-haired one, who spat blood onto the ground.
"Sorry," Alex muttered.
"You may call me Rachel," the blonde began. "I am an angel of the Third Host, charged with... nevermind. It will mean nothing to you. I am an angel, and that is all you need to know. This one," she said, gesturing at the other woman, "is... well, why don't you tell him your name yourself?" she smirked.
"Bitch," the other snapped bitterly.
"That would be one name, yes," Rachel smirked.
"Woah, hey, how about we not fight?" Alex requested, taking a step further between them and holding his hands up peaceably. "Look, I'm Alex, okay? You're Rachel, okay, cool, and what's your name?"
"Call me Lorelei, ma—" she stopped herself.
"Original," Rachel rolled her eyes.
"Look, ladies, can we please cool it? Jeez, you're like cats and dogs or something."
Rachel looked at him evenly, and the notion clicked in Alex's head. He looked at Lorelei with wide-eyed realization. "But... aren't you supposed to have, like, wings?"
Alex felt silly for asking it almost as soon as it had come out of his mouth, but Rachel explained anyway. "They cut off our wings after we were summoned by their sorcery," she said, "and her little horns and tail. That pile of ashes in the room was what was left... it was all burned to block our power. Magic often works in symbolism, and I suppose those features can symbolize power. They wanted to weaken us.
"Lorelei here is a succubus," Rachel went on, a hint of venom in her voice. "Do you know what that is?"
"Er," Alex mumbled, thinking back to the handful of times he played Dungeons & Dragons and flipped through the books. "Isn't that like a hottie girl demon?"
"Yes," Rachel said while Lorelei rolled her eyes. "Hottie girl demon. The succubi seduce men on Earth to sate their own immortal lusts. Their victims give their all until they are shriveled husks, literally abandoning life and everything of importance to fornicate with the evil little trollops. Men fornicate with them to their literal deaths."
"Holy shit, is she serious?" Alex blinked, looking at Lorelei, who only reluctantly raised her eyes to meet Alex's gaze.
"She simplifies, but yes," she said quietly. "Though you have nothing to fear from me, mast—" again, she cut herself off. Rachel looked on with newly aroused interest.
"So you steal souls like that?"
Rachel giggled while Lorelei shook her head. "It's not like that," Lorelei said simply. "I can... tell you later."
"Yes, I'll just bet you can, Lorelei," Rachel said.
"What's so funny about this?" Alex asked.
"Oh, I think Lorelei here was affected by this night much more than I. Do you remember what the fallen priest was saying?"
"Bite your tongue, angel!" Lorelei snapped.
"I was kinda busy trying to rescue you guys and not freak out at the same time. I'm not like a big hero or anything, I'm just a college student."
Rachel looked at him seriously for a moment, and then sighed. "I'm probably not supposed to tell you all this, but the hell with it." She leaned back, casually putting her butt against a headstone. "Those men in there were trying to use sorcery to enslave us both. Well, the priest was, anyway. The others were probably just his dupes. Doubtlessly one of them was the fool who left the front door unlocked. Thankfully.
"They summoned us through ritual magic and imprisoned us. They tortured us to keep us weak. The chains, the whip, tearing off our wings. All of that, just to keep us both vulnerable. And then, with that goblet as a tool, the priest drew out of us part of our essences. My purest good, her foulest evil, just as he said."
Alex's jaw dropped, and he reached up to touch his cheek. "You mean that's what's all over my face? Is that gonna do something to me?"
"It already has, to all three of us," said Rachel, with a hint of mischief. "Though I can tell that Lorelei here got the worst of it. He worked harder on her. Neither of us can hurt you or lie to you now. That's just the way it is. And again, Lorelei's just not as evil as she was before -- how much difference that makes you'll have to just wait and see. And I," she said, a bit sadly, "am something less now than I was... though the Hosts may be able to remedy that later."
"So you're not a good guy angel anymore and she's not a bad guy demon? What happens with me?"
"Oh, I'm still good at heart, I can tell you that. And Lorelei... well, that's up to her, really. But as for you, again, the ritual was made to enslave us both to the recipient of those essences. I can neither lie to you nor hurt you, though you didn't really have to worry about that to begin with. Lorelei got it worse, though—"
"Go ahead and run your mouth more, wretch," Lorelei grumbled bitterly.
"—or have you not noticed that Lorelei keeps almost calling you 'master?' She's fighting it, but she's losing." Rachel was only slightly suppressing her grin. Angel or not, she found this amusing.
Again, Alex's jaw dropped. "I—what?!" he blurted. He looked between the two women. "I didn't mean—oh my god! Lorelei, I wasn't trying to enslave you, I was trying to help! Holy shit, this is crazy! I don't want you to have to be my slave! That's not right! I just didn't want you to get hurt anymore or raped, or... oh my god..."
Lorelei looked at Alex like he had grown another head and started speaking Chinese. At this, Rachel chuckled. "'Abashed, the Devil stood, and felt how awful goodness is.'"
"Oh, shut up," Lorelei replied bitterly.
"Isn't that from 'The Crow?'" Alex asked.
Rachel sighed. "No. Milton. Paradise Lost. Keep going to college, Alex, you'll get it."
"Is there any way to change it back? What happens when I wash this off my face?"
"Nothing," Lorelei answered. "The blood is a symbol and a conveyance, nothing more. The deed is done. We are both diminished. I cannot mislead or harm you, and... I will not be claiming any more lives as I once did. Master," she added, as if admitting defeat.
Alex was floored. "There's gotta be some way to free you, though, right? I mean, slavery's just... wrong!"
"This is not slavery as you understand it, m-master. That is an oversimplification. Besides, every demon is servant or slave to another in Hell," Lorelei shrugged. "I am far more displeased to be diminished in power than to have my allegiances shifted to this, particularly given the alternatives. Far better you than that fallen priest. And to return to Hell like this would be... unimaginable. Trouble yourself not over my feelings on it."
"Magnanimous for a demon. That pull on your essence must have gone deep," Rachel quipped.
"I would still bite off your wagging tongue, hag."
"Well... so... what am I supposed to do?" Alex blinked. "I mean is some other big bad demon going to come looking for her?"
"Possibly, but unlikely," Lorelei said, more to the ground than to Alex.
"I wouldn't worry about it," Rachel shrugged. "That does seem unlikely, both given Lorelei's situation and the fact that greater demons generally cannot act overtly against mortals. And in any event, there is an angel in your debt. You would be a terribly complicated target."
"You don't have to feel like you owe me anything," he said. "I just did what someone had to do. But, I mean... no offense, Lorelei, but," he turned back to Rachel, "is it really good for a normal guy like me to have a demon, um, working for him? I mean I don't wanna wind up in Hell!"
"Bound to you would be a better term," Rachel offered. "And that is something only time will tell. However, it's not like she can go back where she came from now, and I can't take her with me. I suspect that would end very badly. You'll have to keep her close to you so she doesn't run around being... well, evil." She smirked at the vicious glare her comment drew from Lorelei. "But I should think that someone like you might be a good influence on someone like her. I'll be watching over you, Alex. Remember, she cannot lie to you or try to bring you harm, including to your soul. Trust yourself. Farewell." She turned and started walking away, and as she did, she seemed to gradually fade from sight.
"Wait, you're just leaving? What am I supposed to do now?"
Rachel looked back and shrugged. "What else would you do? Go home."
With the angel gone, Alex slowly turned and looked at the battered but beautiful, naked demoness next to him. There were a million things on his mind, and he had no idea where to begin. But he was exhausted and certainly did want to go home. "So you can stay invisible?"
"I have great ability at illusion, master, yes," she responded evenly. "I haven't the strength just now for much else, but none but you will know I am present."
"Guess you'll have to be invisible on the back of my motorcycle, then, 'cause I only brought one helmet and I don't wanna get a ticket. You sure you don't want my sweatshirt?"
Alex and Lorelei pulled into the underground garage of his condo complex, finding the area devoid of people. Having come to a stop, Lorelei gracefully dismounted and stood behind Alex, who got off the bike somewhat slower and more nervously. He had never brought a girl home... let alone a woman like this.
Standing next to the bike, Alex pulled off his helmet and looked at her, and found the breath knocked right out of him. On the ride home, her bruises vanished and the scarring from the removal of her horns faded completely. Her hair still hung alluringly over her otherwise bare, full breasts. He had just enough presence of mind to not look lower. There was still blood, soot and other marks upon her, but her face had regained its original shape -- again, minus the horns -- and that shape was so beautiful as to leave him speechless.
"I seem able to heal, at least," Lorelei said, noting his very obvious reaction. "It is... good that you are pleased, master."
After a moment more, Alex got hold of himself, and looked around to see if anyone saw him being so awkward and nervous. "We are alone. Were we not, we would still be undetected unless you wished it, master," Lorelei said.
"Does it bother you at all," Alex asked hesitantly, "calling me master?"
"Not especially. Does it trouble you?"
"A little. I mean I don't want it going to my head." She gave him that incredulous look again, but he ignored it. "Maybe you should just call me by my name?"
"Very well, Alex. Shall I remain unnoticed when we go inside? Do you have family? A lover?"
"No, nobody, I'm single. I mean yeah. I've got family. I live with my mother. I mean I just turned nineteen, I wanna move out soon, but just yet, I... I'm babbling, aren't I?"
"Yes, Alex," she said, smiling just a bit coyly. "You need not apologize. Your material circumstances are irrelevant to me unless you wish to make them my business."
"Okay, well, Mom's probably sleeping by now, so we should just be quiet and head for my room. Can you make sure neither of us wakes her?"
"Done."
"Okay. I mean don't wake her tonight," he blurted suddenly, her smirk making him nervous and making him fear the demoness might twist his words. "Just tonight. Like let her sleep normally. Don't like put her to sleep for a hundred years or something!"
Lorelei looked at him evenly. "Alex," she said with a bit of a smile, "You can relax. I am not a genie seeking to shape a carelessly-worded wish into your doom. I will not seek to betray you simply because I am a demon. My first role is -- was -- to ruin and punish the wicked. I was not born to lead the virtuous astray. And no angel, no matter how careless, would have left you in the presence of one such as me if you or others were in danger because of it."
"You're being a lot nicer all of a sudden," Alex said warily.
Her smile broadened a bit. "We're not in the presence of one of the snots of the heavenly hosts," she nodded. "I have had time to recover. You have been kind and considerate. As I said before, I have always had one master or another. To serve is not unusual. And I am more deeply in your debt than I can say. There's no reason to be unpleasant."
Alex didn't know what to say for a long moment. He just stared, and she smiled back. Her voice alone was entrancing, and just standing there talking with her was giving him the stiffest hard-on of his life -- and he wasn't even looking below her smudged-up face.
She looked pleased with this reaction. "How may I serve, master? I'm sorry," she corrected, "Alex?"
"Let's just... uh... go inside." Alex tried to be subtle in adjusting his pants as he walked.
He failed. Lorelei saw, and was unsurprised, but pleased.
Inside, the living room light had been left on for Alex, but thankfully the condo was quiet and his mother was almost certainly asleep. Alex led Lorelei up the stairs, which she ascended with a slight curiosity on her face as she looked around. Alex's mother had done relatively well for herself in the corporate world, but the realities of single-parenting had made them a more or less middle class family.
Alex quietly led her into his bedroom and stealthily shut the door.
"You need not be so careful," Lorelei said casually. "As you wished, I am covering our sounds. All I need do is look in your mother's bedroom and she will sleep soundly through the night. You can relax."
Alex sighed, dropping his backpack and helmet on his relatively bare desk. "Thank you. I'm pretty tired, I guess. I just need a shower."
"As do I," she responded. A more experienced man would have recognized the invitation immediately. Overwhelmed as he was, Alex didn't recognize it as any different from every other smoldering hot word coming out of her mouth, and thus the significance shot right past him.
"Okay. Well, there are two showers; I suppose you could use mine. I can keep it quick so you don't run out of hot water. I guess I'm gonna have to get you some clothes?"
Lorelei cocked her head to one side curiously. It had the effect of raising the hair that dangled over her right breast, revealing more of the curve and giving Alex's already thumping heart an extra beat -- but, as if taunting and teasing just happened on autopilot for Lorelei, it didn't quite go far enough. "Certainly. Or, if you wish me to be seen in public, I can create the illusion of whatever clothes you like for others," she said, "or for yourself as well, if my state makes you uncomfortable?"
A dozen replies tried to come out of Alex's mouth at once, but jammed up until all he got out was, "Whatever's comfortable for you. Are you hungry? Do you actually eat?"
Lorelei shrugged a bit, realizing she'd have to dispense with the minutiae of mortal life. "I do not need food to sustain myself, though I can eat if the mood takes me. Were I not so worn down by tonight's troubles I wouldn't need something so mundane as a shower. I know how to use modern technology and can function perfectly well just as any adult you know. I normally need much less sleep than you would, though after tonight I am very weary and would very much appreciate laying in a bed," she said, indicating Alex's twin-sized bed. "I am many centuries old, Alex, and despite tonight's ill turns, my abilities to take care of myself remain potent. Your concern for my comfort is very kind, but unnecessary," she said, her blue eyes twinkling.
It gave Alex his fourteenth heart attack of the night. "Okay. Cool. I'll just go grab something in the kitchen. I'm beat, really." With that, he grabbed some clothes and stepped out.
Lorelei looked on in awe. As she said, she wasn't fixated on corrupting people of sincere virtue. She had seen shyness before, certainly, and social ignorance. Clearly Alex was missing signals. But there was more to it than that. The erection held in check by his jeans showed that he had a perfectly masculine response to her presence. But while he was understandably nervous about her demonic nature, it was obvious that the notion of her not being a threat to him was settling in.
She briefly looked into the other bedroom, ensuring with a small enchantment that his mother would remain asleep. Lorelei then wandered into the shower, wondering why it was that she was going in alone.
She took her time in cleaning up. By the time she came out of the shower, it was clear that Alex truly was exhausted. He lay on his bed, his short black hair wet and his filthy clothes exchanged for simple blue sweatpants and a t-shirt. A small, half-eaten sandwich on a plate rested on his stomach, and his eyes were closed.
Completely nude now, Lorelei entered the room brushing her hair and looking down at her new master. She felt very strangely about this indeed; nothing like this had ever happened to her before, but she knew in the back of her mind that she should be scheming for an eventual escape. There was time for that later, though; for now she was indeed diminished, and needed to recover. And, as admitted already, she was under Alex's direct power.
There was no reason she couldn't have plenty of fun with that.
Lorelei reached forward and slipped the plate away from him, laying it casually on the desk, and then grinning down at him as she saw his eyes flutter open. He gasped openly at the sight of her fully nude for the first time. That face would never need make-up. Her hair was back over her shoulders this time to reveal her magnificent chest, which would certainly never need a bra. Her figure was shapely and perfectly curved, her skin flawless, and her body naturally had not a single hair beyond that on her head and exquisite pussy.
"Do you like what you see, Alex?" she smiled seductively, placing one knee between his legs and leaning over him.
"Yes," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Of course. You're so beautiful."
"I am glad. I am glad you find me beautiful... and I am yours, Alex. Nothing on earth can change it." She kept moving in closer, her breasts hanging alluringly close to his mouth. "Take me as you like.""You... Lorelei, you don't have to do this," Alex blinked.
"Don't have to?" she asked, turning her head curiously. What was it with him?!
"I don't want you to feel like you have to have sex with me because I'm your..." his voice trailed off, as if reluctant to give voice to it himself.
It was Lorelei's turn to be shocked. This had never happened. Ever. Oh, she had been cast out by the occasional near-saint yelling, "Get behind me, Satan!" over the centuries, but this was unprecedented. "Were I reluctant to lay with you I would avoid it until you commanded it."
That made sense in Alex's racing mind. He couldn't keep control of his heart pounding, or the heavy feeling in his breath and in his stomach, but at the same time, he was afraid to move. The most gorgeous woman he'd ever met was practically throwing herself on him and he was afraid to move, because he was afraid of what could happen next.
"I do want you," Alex admitted. "I'd be crazy not to. But I'm just... even if you're not going to hurt me, you're a demon. How do I know I won't turn into some crazy perverted loon humping everything with a hole in it and then wind up in Hell?"
Lorelei erupted with laughter. It was not entirely kind, but not entirely mocking, either. "I cannot tell you much about how the Divine judge all things," she said, "but I have seen Hell, and I promise you no one is condemned there for mere fornication, no matter how frequent or how lewd. You poor mortals have been given a very skewed understanding of this."
"Okay, fine, but people don't really just meet and jump into bed with each other. Not in real life. Not without... I dunno... alcohol, anyway!"
"Of course they do!"
Alex paused. "Okay, well it's never happened to me, anyway. That's just something my friends all lie about happening to them."
Lorelei's eyebrows went up. "Well, here I am. I guarantee you in all your life no friend of yours will have anything this good."
"Still. I don't know if we should just... fuck," Alex confessed.
Lorelei paused, and sat upright, giving him yet another view of her beauty in all its glory while she looked at him thoughtfully. "You fear your own lust," she said softly.
"Maybe," he shrugged. "Maybe I'm afraid I'll... think too much of it. Fall in love. Get my heart broken."
Her lips twisted into a smirk. "You're afraid you'll fall in love with me after one night of sex?"
"I could fall in love with you just looking at you."
She fell quiet for a moment, and asked softly, "Then why don't you?"
He shook his head, ignoring the question. "It's more than that. It could go the other way. Fact is you're here because you have to be, not because you chose to be. If I took advantage of it, how's that make me any better than that priest? How's it any better for you? What if you end up hating me?"
Lorelei thought about it for a heartbeat and then shrugged. "Could be fun that way. Kinky."
"Oh my god!" Alex blurted. "Are you serious? I couldn't do that to you!"
"Oh, this is funny," Lorelei sighed, looking around herself briefly. "How old are you?"
"Nineteen."
"And no girlfriend. A virgin, I take it, yes?"
Alex scowled a bit, but answered defensively, "Yeah. I haven't exactly been lucky with my dating life. I mean I've dated, but—"
"You have a naked, supernaturally sexual woman offering herself to you, bound to you for eternity, and you won't touch me because you're afraid I'll think you see me as just some slut. And you're also afraid that I'll fuck you all the way into Hell itself and you'll burn for all eternity with a broken heart. Is that about right?"
"I guess?"
"That's a lot of hang-ups. At least you're not worried about measuring up as a lover," she mused aloud. The look that crossed Alex's face told her otherwise, and she rolled her eyes. "Put it out of your head. I'm not a normal woman. It doesn't work that way with me. You'll have me panting and begging you for more the moment you start enjoying yourself. Succubus, remember? Hell, half the men I've fucked just laid there until they died, but you wouldn't see me buffing my nails in the middle of it."
Silence.
"Wow, that makes me feel so much better, Lorelei," Alex said finally.
"That's not -- that's not you and I," she said, softening her tone and tracing a finger down his chest, which alone had him inhaling sharply. "I cannot mislead you, Alex. No one is a masterful lover their first time. But you're doing fine for natural endowment," she said, her finger tracing further down past the waistband of his sweats and giving him a genuine rush. "And you have the best teacher you could possibly ask for."
The conflict on his face was unresolved. Finally she sighed.
"Bound, Alex. Permanently. All the security anyone could dream of. And don't worry about making me feel like I'm some slut. That's very much what I am." Her look became much more direct and meaningful. "Only now I'm your slut."
Another heart attack. He'd dreamt of girls saying something like that before. But that didn't change the fact that this was no ordinary girl. He'd seen her breathe fire all over someone tonight. "Maybe we could just... take it slow?"
She shook her head, looking away a moment and trying not to laugh. "As you wish, of course. The angel herself said you had nothing to fear from me. May I lie next to you? I promise not to molest you in your sleep."
"Sure," Alex said, and with that, Lorelei pulled up the sheets over them both and curled up in the bed beside him.
"Lust itself is not a real sin, Alex," Lorelei told him softly. "Your churches have had that part wrong all these years and the angels never bothered to straighten it out. The sin comes from causing harm in pursuit of lust. I was naked and in your power, and your first thought was to offer me the shirt off your back... and even now, you are concerned with showing me respect. I don't think you need to fear your own lust."
"Maybe I'm just too inexperienced to understand it," Alex whispered, "but with all this? It doesn't sit right. I can't explain it. I don't want to do something I'll regret."
"I could explain your lust to you, if you wanted. I could learn it and explain it in ways you would not articulate for yourself."
"You could? How?"
"It's simple. I merely have to drink it," she smiled, delicately brushing a suggestive hand across his groin as she reached over and turned out the light. "Goodnight, Alex."
That had Alex lying awake for hours.
COMMENTS
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DarkxSidexOfxThexMoon
19:42 Mar 31 2011
This is unbelievable! Charming, funny, dark, intense,.. all at once! This could really be a published series.. I mean it!
Curiously awaiting Chapter 3..
SevenDeadlySinner
00:47 Apr 13 2011
that was quiteeeeeee sexual arousing on me lol