Darkness and Flame

Darkness and Flame

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

An encounter between an angel and demon, where they dance between the lines of Heaven and Hell, and experience something both decadent and forbidden.

Summary

An encounter between an angel and demon, where they dance between the lines of Heaven and Hell, and experience something both decadent and forbidden.

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Submitted: November 10, 2009

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Submitted: November 10, 2009

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“Tell me your sins, my child.”
 
“Oh, Father, I have sinned greatly. My penance must be severe.”
 
She slipped her arms around his waist. His heart thudded in his chest as the scent of smoke and cinnamon overwhelmed his senses. He trailed his dark fingers over her face, gentle though the desire raging through him cried out for him to take her forcefully, to release himself, to overcome the years of torment. So many nights he had spent dreaming of her; her taut flesh and smoldering eyes. So many evenings spent with sweat drenching his body, desire wracking his very soul, biting his tongue to keep from crying out to her. If he had she would surely have heard him, spoken herself into existence. So many times he had pressed himself to the gates of their existence, his nude body soaking up the cold stark energy of time, the void of eternity, wishing every time that it was her body his desire was pressed against, her hair his fingers raked through.
 
Now, she held him, and all that separated him from that pale creamy flesh was the thin gown she wore. She had come to him in the night. Her fevered flesh craved him: the creature who had begun this journey as her torment had captured her heart, and now became her torment again. His caution enflamed her senses, the way he ran from her sweet kisses, her stolen caresses. Tonight he would not flee. Tonight he would be hers. She had sinned greatly and only he could redeem her soul.
 
“Do you wish for God to forgive you?”
 
“Oh, dear Father, forgive me again and again. I shall scream litanies in your name.”
 
He was drunk on the sensation of her against his bare chest, but his voice whispered a weak protest. “I cannot please you. This is an unnatural union.” His fingers trailed up her sides, raked down her back. The soft gasp that ensued sent his senses tumbling, the sound amplifying his already throbbing, consuming desire.
 
“Blessed Virgin. The ecstasy of God shall be yours and I His means to bless you.”
 
“My forbidden love..." The terms of endearment dropped from her lips as she drew her nails down his flesh.
 
He cried out softly and his body tensed. “You shall not leave me this night, sweet Creature. Tonight dreams will cross the veil.” The angel's sweet voice teased his ear.
 
He slipped the thin gown from her shoulders, baring all of that perfect flesh. His hands hovered above her skin, ethereal flesh that hummed with energy not of the human world they mimicked so well. He dared not touch her. The dream would end. The flickering flame would fade away and leave him with darkness. Ivory hands covered his own and drew his fingers down to her breasts, placing them on the soft orbs. She sighed softly, tossing her head back, guiding his hands to caress her, to touch her.
 
His resolve uncoiled and he grasped her, squeezing tightly upon her breasts, bending his head and capturing her nipple with his sharp teeth. She cried out and buried her slender hands in all his dark hair, tugging and pulling at it, guiding him up to her lips. With her hand tightening around his hair painfully she captured his mouth with hers. It brought a growl from deep in his throat, from a place where pain becomes intertwined with pleasure and all virtuous nature is lost.
 
He tasted of bittersweet smoke, and she of the same as their tongues entwined. Their mouths ate at each other savagely, the demon's sharp teeth drawing blood when the angel drew her tongue over their jagged edge. The taste enflamed them both.
 
Lord, I lay me down to sleep. I pray thee Lord my soul to keep.
 
The angel pushed him against the soft ground, her hair dancing wild and free around her face. She straddled his stomach and he found himself looking up in awe at the creature of flame surrounding him. He ran his hands up her flesh reverently, worshipfully. She tossed her head back and he felt the fire rise within her, could feel it racing through her veins as he grasped her hips and moved further to grasp her buttocks. His mind reeled with the sensation; his dreams were unfolding before him. The stars had fallen and he held one within his grasp.
 
“Your sin is great, my child. Why should God forgive you?”
 
“For He is great and powerful and my body contains the wonder of the universe. I am fire and brimstone. I am the birth and end of time.”
 
The angel began kissing her way down his chest, drawing soft sounds from the demon. His head was laid back, his eyes heavy-lidded. The tension and torture of the aeons built up within him and he felt he would die with each touch of her hot, wet tongue, every kiss of her sweet lips as she moved with aching slowness down his torso, enjoying every inch of dark flesh. He tasted of smoke and flame, and she relished him upon her tongue. The cat played with the bird and the prey begged for more.
 
“Where shall I rest when the trumpet sounds?”
 
“You shall ascend in rapture, in bursts of golden sun. You are God’s child, and I am Hell’s Angel.”
 
She hovered over his hardened length and her hot breath sent peals of rapture through his body. His hands buried themselves in her dark curls, the scent of cinnamon wafting up to please his senses. He silently begged, he pleaded. “Oh, sweet God…”
 
Her hot tongue caressed him and he felt he would die then, succumbing to pleasure and the beyond. His body shuddered and he tossed his head from side to side, sweat beading on his cheeks and forehead. “Fair maiden!” He cried. “Sweet torturous salamander! Embodiment of flame! Oh how I love thee! Oh how I shall compare thee to all the stars in the heavens, the hottest most beautiful fire!”
 
“Do you repent of your evil ways?”
 
“I shall sin and repent again and again until the heavens fall.”
 
Her mouth took him then and he cried out wordlessly, his fingers raking over her shoulders, the sharp nails drawing blood. She gasped, her mouth around him and the hot breath almost undid him. She raked teeth and tongue over the length of him, overpowering him with her heat, with her violent attentions. “Please…no…I want to be with you when it happens. As man and woman should be joined.” His voice was raspy and broken, and he clutched at the air in a vain attempt to control his writhing body.
 
“From Man God created Woman.”
 
“From Woman, Man learned the ways of God.”
 
She rose over his body then and his breath caught in his throat. He took in her fiery beauty and held his breath lest she fade away, lest she once again be revealed as a dream. She brought herself to him, opening herself for him, her skilled hand guiding him within. Her warmth and tightness engulfed him and he cried out. Not even in his dreams did she feel as delicious as she did now. Not even in his wildest nights of desire and longing had he imagined such consuming bliss. His back arched and his hands moved to pull her down to him.
 
Her hips moved violently against him, slamming their bodies together with ferocity. Pleasure became pain and pain became pleasure. She guided his mouth to her throat and there he kissed and sucked greedily as she rode him, stroked his pleasure and her own. His teeth found her flesh and in a passionate moment broke through that creamy skin. Blood rained from the wound and she cried out with pleasure, bringing their mouths together.
 
Teeth and nails created rivulets of blood on their flesh. Their bodies moved in a savage, primal rhythm and they cried out together as the other caused pleasure and pain. The demon approached the edge of the universe with the fiery goddess and he clung to her. She rode him without mercy, knowing his time was close. She cried out as she climaxed but her movements did not desist. Her pale eyes met the shining yellow of the demon's and their expressions were raw, their needs great as her body constricted around him as her pleasure increased. He clung to her, pulling her close and she watched his eyes widen then begin to close as he lost himself within her with a final, violent thrust, his mouth open in a silent scream.
 
“Will you remember this blessing, Darkness and Flame?”
 
“Remember we shall and ever shall we return to be granted more. For in our sin we find our blessing. And in our blessing lies our sin.”


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