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Topic Started: Aug 30 2015, 02:00 AM (898 Views)
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It was a hot day, and if it felt like a hot day to the fallen angel, it had to be scorching for everyone else. She could only imagine that the only way it could be hotter is if Zuus thought it was hot. At that point, the only explanation was that Hell had literally broken loose on Earth.

Despite her desire to leave the small hidden village alone to preserve its safety, Angeles could not bear to fly on the sweltering desert air any longer, she needed to land, find shade, cool off, and wait for the temperature to drop.

She gathered a few stares as she landed and stepped into the village, folding her wings on her back. Others reacted like it was nothing new. She understood now that some earthlings figured her for some sort of avian anthro, which was fine. There was a little color on her cheeks from the heat, as well as a sheen to her skin. She looked around and saw what looked like a bar or pub. It looked promising.

She shed her coat on her way into the door, slipping her wings through the hole with a centuries-practiced move and draped it over her arm. She was getting used to how exposed the halter-top felt leaving her arms bare, but it was a better fit for her wings and newly acquired female body.

She walked up to the bar and slipped onto one of the stools, "water," she said with some exhaustion.

The bartender raised his brow and leveled his gaze at her, "ma'am, you do know what kind of place this is right?"

The fallen angel looked up and settled her gaze on his, "yes. Water, please."

The man shook his head in disbelief and went to the sink, getting her some tap water and setting the glass in front of her. He muttered something like, "on the house crazy woman," as he walked away.

Angeles sighed in relief and took the cup, pouring a little in her cupped hand and using it to wet down her cheeks and back of her neck. She closed her eyes, feeling much better already, then she froze, a single drop of water falling from her chin. Black eyes snapped open and she looked slowly around. Something was calling to her, tugging at her senses. Her lips parted as her eyes hunted for the source.

Something... enticing, was here.
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Angeles' brow raised. Another one? Why? What was the point? It didn't even taste good. She frowned at the glass in her fingers, and just decided to be done with it, when she felt a tingling sensation sort of in the back of her head, sort of in her temples. She felt lighter, which was saying something for someone who knew what it was like to fly.

A small hum escaped her lips as she leaned forward slightly, scooting the shot glass away a bit, the hum turned into a word, "whoa," she coughed once into her arm, and for some reason that was funny, as she chuckled. Her hand went to her hair and her weight shifted, a little to much and she jerked back upright, chuckling again.

She let go of the glass and gripped the edge of the bar, steadying herself, "whoa," she smiled, a white toothy grin, and black color crept against the edges of her eyes, covering the irises as she chuckled.

Her elbow hit the counter, hard enough that a jolt of pain shot to her wrist, and a hand covered her eyes, humming and chuckling softly, "ow."

Well... this was nice. Angeles could get behind something like this. She definitely felt better.
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Slowly, but oh so very surely, a shit eating grin stretched from ear to ear across Daze's face. He could tell, it did something. What exactly, it didn't matter. What mattered was he was right. However misguided he was about the whole idea, he was indeed correct. Now it appears Talon isn't the only one to insert stuff into this Angel.

"So.... how's it feel?" Daze said, grabbing another shot and downing it quickly. "Come on, it's your first time. Give me the details," he edged on.

He was like a child brought into a toy store and told he could only have one toy. The mystery, the surprise and the excitement was all too much for him to take. If he were a dog, his tail would be wagging from the anticipation. Thankfully for him, he's not Roots.
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Angeles smiled and leaned back up from the counter top. She inhaled and coughed again, clashing get throat, "it burns," she laughed slightly, "it's... Fuzzy, a little dizzy," she exhaled, "I like it, feels nice," Angeles felt lucid, she was pretty sure she was, but she wasn't Daze, who could see get swaying a bit.

"Can I have another one?" She looked around for the bartender, what was his name? Bruce? She dropped her gaze and saw that there was still the other shot that Daze had had poured for her.

"Oh," she snickered at herself and took the small glass and downed it next, bringing another bought of coughing followed by laughter, setting the glass down a little harder than she intended.
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"See!?" Daze shouted... as if some point he had made earlier had been established.

No actual point was made though. Daze didn't come up with some well thought out advice for Angeles and he most certainly wasn't right about anything. Not on purpose anyways. He's a good bullshitter though. He's even convinced himself of most of his lies.

"Life is so much better when you're not so tightened up!" Daze said, attempting to reiterate a previously made point that didn't happen. Or may have. Regardless, he's trying to make it again. "Now, I bet you can just let loose and do whatever, nothing holding you back. You're free like a bird... well, hrm," Daze paused, realizing his metaphor doesn't quite apply to Angeles.

Wouldn't it be impressive if he actually understood that he made a metaphor?

"Now! Tell me... first thing on your mind, what's gotcha bothered so much since you got here!" Daze asked... kind of.
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Angeles laughed and shook her head. Daze was really glad that he had caused this, that was apparently. He said she could let loose and do whatever, but Angeles didn't have anything she wanted to do, no hobbies, no talents, nothing. Her own boringness was holding her back from doing things.

She smiled when he likened her to a free bird. How close he was.

Then he asked what was bothering her and she frowned, looking into the empty shot glass and sighed, "oh, lots of things," she murmured and looked up at the ceiling, slowly leaning backwards until she straightened back up and swayed slightly, "a wizard put uh... demonic energy into my body, demons are like the opposites of angels," she clarified, not really thinking if he needed the clarification or not.

"Well it like... tore me apart and put me back together in a new way that makes me want things I don't want like...."

She huffed, her elbow hitting the counter as she turned to Daze to explain, "so like there was this war way long ago before you were born, and angels and demons were fighting, and demons are beings of sin and demons have like, one sin they're really good at. So there were angels made to fight the demons that had a virtue that was the opposite of the sin that the angels were really good at," she tried to explain with a visual demonstration, but unbeknownst to her it was just a lot of waving and flopping around with her fingers.

"So I was created to fight demons of lust, and the demon energy made me part succubus," she pouted, not enjoying calling herself that but it was the truth and she sighed, "and~ now I don't know what to do about it."
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Daze nodded along. Maybe it was the alcohol... maybe it was the interesting story. Demons, Angels, conflict. Who wouldn't pay attention to all of that? But it was probably the alcohol. Normally Daze doesn't pay attention. But this was a special case. Alcohol made him care. Sort of. What it really did was lesson the effects his magic had on his mind. The more he drank, the more he felt like a normal person... but also the more he became a drunk and less like himself.

It was a catch 22.

"Okay, so..." Daze said after Angeles finished. "You were all pure and untouched, like a Virgin, right?" Daze said. "But now, you got this thing in you that makes you want to fuck all the time?" he asked, rhetorically. "But you're conflicted because ole pure you is still there," He said, touching Angeles with his finger. His aim was off. He aimed for her chest but hit her shoulder on the opposing side.

"But-!" He said, "Is the dirty deed always a Sin? What if done in a non-Sinful way... like.. oh... uh... how did they use to do it? Ceremony?" Daze asked. "Yeah, like a ritual or celebration thing, all holy and shit," Daze stated, sure he found the solution. "That way you can get yours and not be betrayin' pure you," he finished, grabbing another shot and downing it.
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Angeles crossed her arms on the bar, face still turned to the wizard as he rationed what she had told him in his own way to try to understand it, and she nodded as he spoke. She looked down at her shoulder where he touched her and left a bit of a buzzing sensation, reminding her of the current problem she was sort of having.

Daze tried to come up with a solution and the angel closed and shook her head, "I don't know of any ceremony that makes it alright," she sighed, "other than marriage," she frowned. Yeah. That was never gonna happen.

"Plus~, I don't know how, so there's not a point," she coughed and laughed at herself, her shoulders shaking as the sound rang out like crystal, "I'm only good at fighting Daze, I don't know how to do... anything else."

Her laughter died and she grabbed one of the empty shots, lifting it, looking at it, then slowly setting it down, disappointed.
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"Nah, you're good at plenty of stuff, don't sell yourself short," Daze said with a grin before waving at Bruce to refill their shots.

Daze was the king of overselling himself. It's how he lived. Make people believe you're able of anything and they'll treat you with respect. However... Daze often convinced himself of these things as well. Still. He could at least offer help where he can. He was after all drinking with an Angel in a bar in the middle of the afternoon. Who'd ever believe him if he told this story?

Besides himself.

"I mean, I could teach you, but you know it's a bit.... well, it's a bit like fighting in a way," Daze laughed, taking another shot. "It's not like it'll kill you.... I think," Daze paused and shook his head before patting Angeles on her back with his left hand.

Daze's offer was semi-serious. He offered in a jesting way, but definitely wouldn't turn it down if she happened to say yes. There was the small fear part though. Like, wouldn't he be instantly vaporized for tainting an Angel? Maybe she's already tainted thanks to Talon. Who knows?

"Life's short. Fuck Consequences," Daze concluded, pushing his shot glass back onto the table.
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Angeles listened to Daze's offer and looked away as Bruce, she was pretty sure his name was Bruce, came and refilled the glasses. She looked at hers then looked at Daze. He said it was like fighting, but less deadly, she... actually wouldn't know. But he seemed sure, and give the pull she was feeling towards him, he had to be a fucking expert. And yeah, she wanted him, instinctively not like she liked him, but he was attractive, and there was that damned magnetize that was driving her nuts.

He slapped her on the back and made his final point, and she frowned at the shot glass, actually considering his offer. It was what Rain told her to do, it was what Daze told her to do, hell it's what she wanted to do, but she knew that she was going to regret the fuck out of it when she was done and not so drunk. Thing was, her life wasn't short, as far as she knew, it was infinite.

She frowned deeply in thought, brow furrowed, then took the shot in her hand and downed the third one that night. If she was gonna regret it, she was going to try to at least not remember all of it. She sighed and smiled, thinning her lips to rub off the moisture and set the glass down.

"Alright," she coughed and stood from her stool, forgetting her coat. She looked at Daze, and her chin tilted down, eyes half-lidded, letting that instinctive part of her that wanted this so damn badly to take over and do what it was telling her body to do. Her weight shifted and she rested a hand on her raised hip, "teach me."
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"Yea? Alright. First lesson... wrong scene," Daze noted, snapping his fingers.

Beside him opened up a purple portal leading to his room. He held his hand out to Angeles, offering her a trip to another place. A place... only about ten feet from where they were. Daze didn't say anything, he just waited for her to take his hand. When and if he did, he would take a step into the portal, bringing Angeles with him into his room just up the stairs and down the hall.

It wasn't the nicest of rooms. But it was something. The window on the far wall was broken, glass still on the floor. His bed was on the opposing wall a queen in size, enough to fit two people comfortable. That was, of course not taking wings into account. Outside of that there wasn't much to look at. He kept his spare junk in crates under the bed. He mostly used this room for sleeping... and well, stuff.

"You let me know when you're ready," Daze said, placing one hand on her shoulder, gazing her in the eyes.

He wasn't very far from Angeles. Inches at most. The fact that he's used to this is what is making him so considerate. He knows it's confusing, scary and terrifying. He was in that position once. Granted he doesn't remember the details, just the emotions.
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The first thing that Daze said was that here was not the right place. Angeles completely agreed, she figured they would go to his room, or somewhere else, Bruce already got on them for the accident, no need to invite actual ire from the man. Daze had a instant solution, rather than walking up the stairs to his room and giving Angeles time to second-guess, he created a portal straight to it.

He offered his hand, and she took it with a smile. The first thing she noticed was a scent, it was that scent that a room had that showed someone lived in it. Daze's scent, though she was sure that it was mixed with Machi's if she had a scent, and anyone else he ever brought to this place.

She looked around the room a bit and noticed it was rather empty, not what she expected of the man. When her sweep was done, she looked to Daze and then the hand on her shoulder. He surprised her with the gentleness he suddenly expressed, the willingness to wait, not at all of how he thought he would hand her agreeing to this.

Her black gaze went to her hands, where she removed her gloves, taking them into one hand and moving her fingers to touch his hand. Her skin was baby-soft, a byproduct of being created rather than born, her skin wasn't like a human's. His was rougher, it felt like someone who had been alive in a place like this, it felt strange on her shoulder and under her fingertips.

Black eyes moved back to Daze's and her fingers moved from his hand to his cheek, "I'm ready," she whispered low, and felt something like a pulse go through her body.
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Soft. Different from what he was used to. In this world, soft was gone. There was only rough edges and corners. Soft was so alien... it was nice. It was something to cherish, for nothing soft stayed so for long.

"Alright," Daze said, stepping closer to her, his body pressing against hers. He moved his hand from her shoulder to her lower back, pulling her closer to him.

She wasn't just soft, she was warm. But what wasn't in this heat? The sun was getting ready to set, the sky lit orange, dressing the room in a Pantone hue, highlighting the white of Angeles' hair and shading the black of her wings. It was like art.

Then his lips, a slight bit plumper than most males, pressed softly on her collar bone. He knew from earlier that she was sensitive to the touch and no part of the body is more sensitive than the lip. It is only fair that he made use of his to work his way up to her neck, pushing her closer to the bed until it's edge pressed on the back of her leg.

Hands, few ever know what to do with them. Always dangling, lingering or doing something they're unfamiliar with. This was not Daze. His free hand, pressed on the bed as he pushed, gently, her onto the bed. He was careful not to have her wings get in an uncomfortable position. Wings were new for him. He'll figure it out. His other hand, previously on her back, made it's way to her own hand, stretching it outwards above her head as he continued to kiss at her neck and collarbone area.

Slow was the pace. No need to rush a new experience.
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Daze's hand moved, that electric feeling disappearing from one spot to reappear in another, pulling her close to him. A small gasp, almost a sigh escaped her lips as the feeling was everywhere that Daze was touching her, his chest against hers, hip to hip. He bent, and she felt his lips against her collarbone and another sigh escaped, her eyes nearly closing.

Her hands did not remain idle, the hand on his cheek had moved to his shoulder, gently pressing into the flesh, her other hand found the cloth of his vest and gripped it tightly. She shuddered as his kisses moved up her neck, and like a tango, when his leg moved forward, hers moved back.

She had a small start when the bed hit the back of her knee, but Daze had her and laid her down. He didn't need to know what to do with her wings, she had lived with them for centuries, and when she was laid down, her wings folded neat and compact, leaving room to move.

Through Daze's expertise, she found herself on the bed, and the hand on his shoulder was caught in his, and moved to the bed above her head where her hair ringed her face. Her eyes closed as Daze continued to work on her neck, sending sparks across her skin. Her chin tipped up to expose more of her throat and the tense muscles quivering beneath her skin, void of that small beat under the flesh.

Her body rose on instinct, one leg bent upwards as her hand released his vest, and found the small amount of skin between the hem of the garment and the top of his pants.

Her fingertips grazed against this strip of skin, before grabbing at the edge, pulling it up to reveal more of it, her knuckles brushing against his back on their way to removing the vest, to reveal that skin of his that he had been showing off downstairs.
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Every breath that escaped her lips sent chills of ecstasy down Daze's spine. He aimed to please and every pleasure filled sigh was a reward, a job well done. It's strange, to put another's pleasure before your own. A power trip of some kind. To know that just by a touch, a single motion their world electrifies. It's addicting. Especially for a man like Daze.

That's when she began to start touching back. Her soft hands gripped onto his vest, gripping with fierce determination. She was sending a signal to Daze, one he read loud and clear. He wasn't going anywhere and this wasn't ending until she wanted it to. He couldn't help but smile.

Her legs, that Daze could only assume were as soft as the rest of her, began to rub against his side before she removed his vest. It fell to the floor behind Daze where he had begun to kick his boots off to. They landed with a solid thud, one right after the other. The slight distraction of sound made Daze give a single inaudible chuckle. He noticed, but he did not lose his focus. Nothing could make him lose his focus from this.

Whatever this was turning out to be.

Daze's right hand ran softly down Angeles' forearm, lightly tracing the very tip of his finger against her skin. A light brush, as if he were painting. His mouth had made it's way up just past the neck, to her ear. He used his lips to apply a light amount of pressure on her ear lobe, careful not to breath into her ear.

His left hand, the support hand no longer needed has moved from the bed as support to Angeles' hip. Daze's knees were providing support on the edge of the bed for now with his body lightly pressing against hers. He began to slip his little and ring finger just under her pants line. His hand began to tug downward on her pants, not hard, but enough to lower it enough to expose more of her hip on one side.

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Goosebumps trailed after the light touch moving down her arm, sending a shudder down her own spine. Her hand remained above her head, soon joined by the other when she had succeeded in getting his vest off.

A soft, short moan escaped her lips as Daze nibbled on her ear and her eyes slid closed. She felt his hand caress her hip, feeling it shift until his fingers found skin under the line of her pants. Her breath shuddered and her hips rose into the touch.

She forced her eyes open, lifting both of her hands from the bed and wrapping them around his body, pressing and kneading her fingers against his heated skin, sliding down either side of his spine, pulling him against her, but her top was in between feeling his chest directly against hers. The heat from his body was enough to color her cheeks, though, and one hand moved to the back of his head, burying her fingers into his hair as the other clasped onto his shoulder.

His name was the next thing from her lips, uttered as softly as a gasp, seemingly for no other reason than to feel it on her tongue.
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The kneading of her fingers on his flesh sent weaves satisfaction throughout his body. Every pulsing sensation edging him to go on, go further. An orchestrator of his impulses, he continued lowering his hand under her pants, tracing his fingers along her upper thigh. It was still so surprising to him how soft her skin was, even in the parts she didn't lay bare for the eye to see.

That's when he heard his name.

His muscles tensed. He couldn't help but feel powerful in a way. Primal instincts were wanting to take over, but he resisted. There was no need to rush this. For every breath that escaped her lips, every moan... he felt an equal amount of satisfaction.

He paused no longer, dwelling on his pleasures can come later. He brought his head lower, kissing down her neck again and back to the collar bone, making full circle. Except this time he went lower, bringing his lips to the top edge of her top. He paused there, playing with the top of the cloth with his lips and teeth. Toying with it.

That was until he brought his right hand down to her side, slipping his index and middle finger into the side of her top and lowering it to expose more of her body to him. Parts of her body that he gently pressed his lips against, working his way to the very tip. His slightly parted lips rubbed against the top of her nipple. Just like the top, he was playing with it. Taking pleasure in the lingering way he toyed.
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The muscles under her fingers became iron for a second, and a pulse went through her body again. Her eyes snapped open and her nails dug a little into his skin, head tilting up, gnashed teeth holding back a moan. This sudden feeling seemed to pass, and Daze moved down her neck again, his hand sliding further down her thigh.

His motion caused her arms to slide away from him, her hands lowering to the blankets of the bed. Her breath came out shakily when his mouth traveled down her chest to her tube-top. She had no illusions about his intentions and her eyes closed in anticipation. His lips moved across, teasing her through the cloth, until his hand moved, and a chill crossed her chest.

Warm lips soon dispelled that chill, pressing against the skin with heated breath. Her fingers curled into the blanket as he moved to the most sensitive spot. A broken moan escaped her throat and her fingers tightly gripped the sheets underneath, her back arching beneath the wizard.

Her breaths came out heavy, as one hand found its way back into Daze's hair, tangling her fingers into it. Her eyes opened again and she gasped, her body coming back down to the bed and her fingers loosing their grip on the sheet and lifted up to touch Daze's chest, trailing down his stomach to the line of his hip, following it to the edge of his pants and hesitating there for a moment.

She didn't know what she was doing, every motion was driven by an instinct that had been given to her, but that could only take her so far.
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He could feel the pulling of his hair. A form of communication telling Daze to keep going. Do more. That thing, whatever it is... keep doing that. He read her loud and clear.

Daze began to move his mouth lower, kissing at the top of Angeles' midsection and down her stomach, moving his body lower and lower. He pressed his bare feet onto the ground, his right foot on top of his vest. He continued to kiss down her mid-section until he made it to the top of her pants, bringing both of his hands down to blindly fiddle with her boots.

It took him a second, but his higher brain function kicked in and remembered how to remove shoes. They hit the ground next to his both making a loud thud as they impacted the ground.

Daze brought his hands back up to Angeles' hips, slipping his fingers back underneath the lining of her pants. He couldn't help but smirk when he suddenly pulled down and flung her pants off of her and clear across the room. Hopefully not out of the broken window. He wanted to surprise her with the sudden forceful evacuation of her clothing. It had become abundantly clear to him that this was not only a new experience to her, but so was her own nudity in general. It was his responsibility to make her as comfortable with herself as possible.

He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. So instead he'd express it.

Daze's hands slid up the side of Angeles' thighs, moving his head at the start of Angeles' inner right thigh, kissing higher and higher... and higher.
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The man slowly made his way further down her hand slowly slipping away from his hair as she gasped at each touch to her skin with his lips. She wanted more, so much more, and her body was nearly writhing. The lower it went, the worse it was, soft whimpers issuing from her lips against her will.

There was a brief pause in his work, and she opened her eyes, lifting herself on her elbows to look down at him, just in time to see him smirk. In an instant, he tore her pants off of her, giving her enough of a shock that she slid backwards a little, further onto the bed. Her blush deepened for a bit, a small sliver of shame that was quickly erased by the feeling of his hand travelling up her legs, and the feeling of his lips on her inner thigh.

Her skin quivered under his lips as he moved up slowly, getting closer and closer to to that part of her that was beginning to ache. Her breathing quickened as she watched him advance, eyes slightly widening. She shivered and her hands gripped the blankets tightly.

Her throat felt dry as she swallowed past in, a small bit of fear gripped her, but was no where near the amount of excitement and curiosity she felt. Combined, the emotions held her in place, watching, and waiting.
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His lips pressed softly against her inner thigh, bringing him to her most delicate of locations. The warmth was radiating, he could feel the heat even in this desert swelter. That was no excuse not to make this special for her. She had to know, going on living like this... tortured by feelings she didn't understand. It was all Daze could do but help her understand. So with a deep intake of air, Daze moved in.

His lips moved over, upper lip covering the hood of her most delicate spot, his tongue spinning stories of a magical time that once was... by spelling out the letters of every word on what could be best described as the pearl of Angeles.

Meanwhile, his hands ran up and down the outer sides of her thighs, allowing his rough skin to tread into hers. Every so often he allowed himself a moment to draw in a breath of air before continuing his work.

He intended to continue until her toes curled.
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