Voltaire comes out of the shadow looking at mariel. Noting his wings “my oh my you break fast.” He told him. Hands behind himself as he moved about the cell.

The celestials head snapped up as his eyes narrowed. “Auditor,” he said quietly, his voice showing little inflection. The comment made him throw his brow. “These savages have not even begun to comprehend what it would take to break me. And how long have you been lingering there?”

Voltaire walked up to Mariel leaning in “long enough…atleast to hear you talk to yourself or did you get through to home?” He ask. Reaching to touch one wing “the infection is spreading.” Looking to mariel. “Im guessing Azazel didn’t wait to get you?”

Faltering slightly, Mariel frowned. “I…. Tried. I cannot hear the voice.” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t exactly the truth, either. He was quite certain that telling Voltaire the truth would be a bad thing. The wing jerked reflexively at the touch, a reaction of disgust but also fear.. he remembered well the threat back in the elevator. A small huff escaped his lips at the auditor’s words. “he is a demon, and animal. Like any animal, his only thought is how to get his ||cock|| into something. Of course he could not wait. He has not broken me, however. I am a Messenger, I am made of stronger stuff.”

Voltaire shoved his knee between Mariel legs “yes…demons tend to think that way. Must be annoying to be here with such filth. Though your wings indicates maybe you enjoyed it?” He tease Mariel some. Reaching to grab the angels neck.

Immediately is upload curled back in a sneer when he felt that knee push between his legs, causing him to stumble slightly to the side to avoid pitching forward against Voltaire. “it’s immeasurably annoying, yes. Your presence makes it even more so. Please don’t insult me by trying to convince me that you wish to soil me as well. You’re quite well intimidating without laying your hands on me.” He walked a careful line between insulting and complimenting, his wings sharply talked back to be as small as he could possibly make them. As the hand went to his neck his entire body tense and pressed back against the wall take it as far as he could away, even if it was only by millimeters. “I can’t help what he forced me to feel, and I’ve no desire to soothe the anger that continues to burn. What is it to you, Auditor? What do you get from all this?”

Voltaire chuckles “why do you want that?” He ask him. “Im like Azazel for sure.”he told him. “I am well aware how intimidating i am. However im not trying to scare you. At this moment.” Voltaire moved, he just smirked “are you sure he made you. You were very enjoyable when i touched you.” Move that hand and went to rub Mariel groin. “Really? That mad?” Laughs “musement. Im bored. Plus any chance to make angel fall is a good one.”

His face burned hot, first with anger but then quickly with shame as that hand started to rub. There was no denying that the angel was growing hard, but he clenched his jaw in an effort to concentrate through the sensations. “You are the first stain on a millennia of flawless service, and believe me when I say that if I could burn you I absolutely would.” And now the anger was back, mixed with that arousal as he did everything in his power to keep from bucking his hips. “You’re not going to be the one that makes me fall, auditor. If I fall, it will be on my own terms, and it will be when I burn that demon.”

Voltaire laughed watching him “even now my touch it..arouses you. Though like I said im different in playing. I like to make things last.” He then laughed more “you are more then welcome to try, but like you said it be a waste.” He then grins and pressed his body to Mariel. Leaning in to lick the angels neck. “I’ve made angels fall before. I am pretty sure i can make up fall. Though i love the fire.” He told him, nipping his neck.

“I’m made of flesh, of course I am aroused by touch,” he muttered, more complaining than anything. This was worse than the demon; at least with the demon he had a reason to be angry as he was being hurt. When he felt that lick and nip his entire body gave a shudder and his cock jumped to life as he gave a sharp gasp. He wasn’t exactly experienced enough to have stamina, and it was entirely probable that they would have had a repeat of the elevator incident if not for the fact that that ring around the base of his shaft was flickering with the magic imbued in it. “I-If I fall, it’s o-on my own t-terms,” he repeated and a shaky voice, actually thankful for that stupid ring for once.

Voltaire leans to Mariel ear “are you sure. I bet I could have you screaming my name willingly.” His voice was soft sadistic and coy. He would keep rubbing him through the fabric “im very good at making angels fall for me.” Nipping his ear. His other hand reaching up into Mariel hair gripping it. “I remember you liked this, your hair pulled.”

Okay well -that- voice was just plain cheating, and it turn the celestials legs to jelly so that he was resting a little bit of his weight on the knee that had been pushed between his thighs. He was panting now, eyes tightly shut has he had tried to think about nice things like fluffy clouds and celestial harmonies. All thought of little harps left his mind when his hair was pulled and he let out a keening, absolutely sinful cry. Again he twitched, glittering gold bubbling from his cock and dripping down the underside as he struggled to clear his thoughts.

Voltaire grins at him and says “wouldn’t you like to know what a real good time is?” He ask. Keeping that tight grip of his hair. Giving a low growl “I can make you addicted to my touch, words, feel.” Rubbing a little harder on Mariel. “I can show you wonders the council nevet told you.” He purr.

Celestial harmonies celestial harmonies celestial harmonies celestial… “||F-Fuck||,” he gasped, unable to stop his hips from shaking as his toes curled. There was still no release though, not with that ring, and so he could only give an agonized sob as his hands pulled desperately at the cuffs until his wrists were raw. “I need my light,” he gasped, his voice a barely audible whisper. “I can’t fall, not yet. I need to see him burn. I need my light, at least enough to see him hurt as much as he hurt me.” His voice was a quiet plea, because quite honestly there was no way he could actually say no right now. He didn’t trust himself to even say the word, not that he thought it would really matter if he did somehow manage to.

Voltaire watched him as he was close to his lips “you want that light? You sure?” He ask him “has the light brought you pleasure, has it rewarded you to taste what anothers flesh is? Haven’t you ever wondered?” He listen and says “yes you want to hurt him. He doesn’t know how to touch you ” he hand move to get into his pants. Voltaire would brush his lips against Mariels “do you want real pleasure?” He ask. “Would you like to know what your body truly feels?”

“D-Don’t want it, just need i-it…” He trailed off, lips trembling as Voltaire’s touched his. “I n-need it to make him hurt,” he breathed, and even as those words escaped him a few more golden rachi tarnished and faded, a few more dark streaks sprang up across the pristine feathers. What he had endured this far hadn’t exactly thrown him in the deep end of damnation, had it? Once more wasn’t going to strip him of everything he had left. He was unable to speak as Voltaire waste those last questions, but his wings answered for him as half a dozen feathers lost their silvery glow and faded to gray, one or two even turning a deep jet black. He already knew what he wanted, and the wings were telling the tale for him. His wings already knew the answer was yes.

Voltaire listen to him as he says “need what little angel?” He says in a soft dark tone. “Tell me what you need.” Nipping lightly at Mariel lip. Voltaire glance at his wings and chuckles. He press to kiss Mariel, slipping his tongue in. His hand working Mariel shaft. ” shame he has you collared, maybe he’ll see us and be nice.” He told him.

Please, I n-need to burn him…” Another feather turned as the dark hated bubbling in his heart pined for destruction. His mind was swimming with an overload of desire and hatred, a potent mix for mortal but an even stronger poison to a being who was not supposed to feel either of those things. That kiss was returned feverishly, the angel even leaning forward slightly to press into it as his hips bucked desperately, thrusting into Voltaire’s hand. Every movement caused another small, subtle change in those gorgeous feathers, and eventually he whispered, “I don’t care about the collar or the ring.”

That wasn’t whst Voltaire wanted to hear. He freeze his hand as he pulled from the kiss. “Hmm you want that light…..I guess you don’t care for real pleasure.” Pulls his tongue out out and let Mariel go, stepping back. “Your body craves touch…craves pleasure, but you deny yourself. What a shame. I could open your mind.”

As the touch went away the angel let out a quiet sob, leaning forward from the wall as though trying to chase after the lost touch while still not trusting his balance enough to get away from the wall. “Please!” he gasped. “I mean…I don’t …” His mind was still fuzzy from the pleasure of just the touches and those tears were once more dripping down his face too tinkle to the floor as precious diamonds. “I don’t care about the collar or the ring,” he repeated. “I don’t care if it makes him angry and I don’t care if I can’t ||come||, just… Please, let me feel this just this once. Auditor, please…!”

Watch mariel ” your body…it craves touch. Yearns for it…why deny such wonders?” He ask. He then tilt his head at Mariel next words. Walking closer to him and said “my name is not auditor. Surely you know my name.” He spoke sadisticly, but yet in a sweet tone. Reaching to stroke Mariel cheek as he reach around. He undo the cuffs “if you neeed to feel, then strip.” He commands

For everything he’d been through so far, he didn’t look nearly as uncomfortable at any of those times as he did when he was asked to call the auditor by name. Once his wrists were released his shoulder side forward with relief. He reached up to pull at the collar around his neck but only received a few unpleasant zapping shocks to his fingertips as he did so. Sagging back against the wall he reached up to wear his shirt buttoned and in a moment the clothes shimmered and fell away. It was like unclenching a fist he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, desperate to maintain some sense of dignity even at the cost of his limited amount of power. The claw marks that criss crossed his thighs and ran down his spine were still tender and aching with every movement, but the small amount of healing he could do combined with those nanites to get them at least scabbed over. Tilting his head to nuzzle into the palm of the hand on his cheek, he murmured, “you have a few names. I believe I heard them call you Voltaire earlier?” Even as he said it he flunched slightly as though he knew he were breaking a rule even then.

Voltaire watched him strip and grinned as he moved foward and says ” you want real pleasure, then…. on your knees angel. I’ll need you to help my member. Get it nice and wet, so it slides in you easier.” He explains to him. “Trust me, you’ll me joy it better. I’ll enjoy the sight of you on your knees for me.” He had the most shit eating grin ever.

Even being a panting mess, Mariel was still a proud thing, and he shot Voltaire an icy glare as he was ordered on his knees. It looked as though he were going to truly let him have it, but flashbacks to only a few hours ago when the demon ordered the same thing for the angel’s own good were vivid in his mind. Leaning back against the wall, he slid down to his knees with his hands at his side, face tilted like we upwards as he looked up at Voltaire with an expression that probably shouldn’t have been as sinfully needy as it was, with lips parted and face flush despite the stubborn glint in his golden eyes.

Voltaire stood forward “there you go angel.” His hand grip mariel hair, he would pull his own member out and guide the angel to it. Making his head bob “mmm nake sure you work it good little angel. Show it your soft touch, your kindful lips and tongue.”

Well now his face was about as red as it could get as he was faced with, and quite instantly foisted upon, that shaft. There was a small, squeaking sound of protest but the angel neither needed to breathe nor had a gag reflex, and so there was little to impede his efforts as his head bobbed. It wasn’t long before a thin trickle of saliva was dripping down the celestial’s chin, his fingers shaking a little as they reached up to curl into fists gripping voltaire’s pants near the knees. Those wings trembled before splaying out at his sides along the floor, a low moan rumbling in his chest as his eyes fluttered up towards Voltaire’s face.

Voltaire groan some “yes thats it….you know for a creature who denies pleasure. You are quite skilled.” Arching a brow “or did the demon teach you?” He teased. He keep bobbing Mariels head and enjoyed this a moment. Making sure mariel wet his cock good, before he pulled him off. ” assume your chosen position. Do you want to stare at me while i fuck you…or on all fours as i take you from behind?” He grinned.

It wasn’t exactly a good idea to taunt someone with teeth that close to your bits. You know that, right? The angel shot him a deadly glare as he teased him about the demon’s “lessons,” but about that time the length hit the back of his throat and drew another muffled moan from him.

He was already dazed as he was pulled off, saliva glistening on his bruised lips as he had to take a moment to process the question that he was being asked. The thought hadn’t even really occurred to him. The only position he knew was the one he’d been ravaged in and he did his best to push that thought out of his mind. This is the only pleasure he would ever know, as he fully intended to go out burning with the rest of this damnable facility. Leaning back, he laid on the floor at the auditor’s feet on his back, wings outstretched and knees apart to accommodate where Voltaire was still standing.

Voltaire watched Mariel, taking in the sight “mmm definitely a sight for sure. No wonder you attracted a demon.” He tease. Voltaire watched him and would make his own cloths disappear, the markings on his body visible now. He grin “naughty angel.” As he lowered, kissing the angle stomach. Moving up, he give one of the celestial nipple a nip and tug with his teeth. He then grab the angels hips as he leans up to adjust and aligns himself. He push in an inch first. Letting the angel taste him.

There it was again; desperate attempts to be haughty despite the fact that he was sprawled out like a whore. It was honestly kind of impressive how he kept that up. Seeing those markings he felt a knot rise in his stomach. Oh no, he’s hooooot.

He swallowed hard and diverted his gaze elsewhere, his stomach jumping at the kiss before he quickly let out a keening moan at that nipple nip “||Fuck||!” he chirped like a startled bird, his hands coming up to Voltaire’s shoulders in a grip that definitely caused a few feathers to tarnish.

He was still quite sore from the abuse he’d received but right now that didn’t matter one bit. The moment he felt that stretch his back arched, toes curling as his thighs hugged Voltaire’s hips. “P-Please…” he started, but then just went into breathy murmurs in the Celestial tongue. If Voltaire spoke the language, the angel was making use of words in creative ways that definitely weren’t anything angelic to babble utter obscenities.

Voltaire took his time, he allowed mariel to enjoy it. Voltaire was proud of pleasure. He work the angel slow at first, just working his member in. Hearing the begging plea. “Yes angel, don’t worry I’ll stuff you, feel you.” He told him. Oh Voltaire knew the language, he was once mated to one, he cackle “singing praises in your native tongue. What an honor.” A sharp thrust hit as he watch him.

Mariel was a babbling mess now, but that didn’t stop the words spilling from his lips; pleading, begging, anything he could to do make this continue. For a thousand years he’d know the light of the divine to be the only physical joy with experiencing – how had he missed out on this entirely?

The ring around his length was glowing brightly as it worked to choke off any release he could hope for, but it didn’t stop the angel from arching and shuddering as nearly every thrust brought him to the edge that he couldn’t topple over. It was a blissful torture that the celestial couldn’t have imagined existed only a day prior.

Voltaire continued as he says in a growl “yes beg…moan…say my name.” He enjoyed this. Voltaire would pick up his pace, tentacles pop out of his back. Slithering out and over mariel body, one stroke the cock. Two went to tease mariel nipples. Another wrap around his neck not to choke, but then went to shove the tip into mariel mouth.

“Voltaire,” he gasped, breathing the name out on command. The two syllables alone were taboo enough to cause his body to squirm, but it didn’t stop him from uttering, “V-Voltaire please, ||fu||ck me…fu||ck|| me…please…ha…” The little broken bell that kept his words pure was rather more broken than before, flickering out in mid-word as he pleaded.

As the tentacles squirmed across his body the poor celestial arched up sharply off of the floor, grinding his hips against Voltaire’s as the tendril sliding into his mouth choked off another string of pleas interlaced with more whispers of his name. His hands moved to them, the left grasping the one in his mouth while the right went to the one about his throat, not pulling but merely holding on as another quake ran through his body, sobbing with a desperation to release.

His eyes were squeezed shut, tears rolling down his cheeks that were no longer diamonds but instead looked like gold, dripping down the sides of his face. Voltaire kept his pace, fucking the angel. Enjoying his cries, how he beg, they way his name left the angels mouth. Watching Mariel reaction to the tendrils “my oh my look at you, yes enjoy yourself. Give in, you have more then earn this.” He told him.

He knew Mariel wanted the release. He was powerful, but he wasn’t in magic and plus he didn’t want to, he didn’t care enough. No he thrust and then pumps the celestial with his seeds, painting his inside. The angel was in sheer bliss, head lolled back to allow the tentacle to slide as deep as it pleased down his throat. As willing as he was in all this, his wings hadn’t changed a bit, it seemed; perhaps he couldn’t be tainted, after all? Sure…

As he felt that seed pour into him he let out a sweetly decadent moan – oh, that sound didn’t belong on any angel’s lips. The tears had stopped being gold, now shifting to gray and finally a deep black as his eyes fluttered open at the sensation of being filled. The luminous golden glow of his eyes was now a deep, almost sorrowful shade of cerulean, black tears like tar trickling across the pale skin as his body twitched for a release it couldn’t obtain.

Voltaire let his tendrils play a little more, as he give a few more thrust. Then he pulled out as hos tendrils ever slowly pulled away “tell me that was better wasn’t it?” Yes he was a bastard.

Mariel it was an absolute boneless heap sprawled out on the floor, his face a curious mixture of ecstasy and frustration. “B-Better, yes,” he whispered, staring up at the ceiling as though dazed for a few moments before finally murmuring a quiet, “I am well aware you did this for no one but yourself, but thank you.”

Voltaire shrugs “actually I believe everyone should feel real pleasure. I do not like angels, but even angels deserve the splendor that is pleasure.” His cloths returned and he grinned. “Glad to be of serves though.” He then disappeared in fire.

Now alone once more in his cell the angel remained still, laying on his back in a growing puddle of torrid fluids. He had to hold it together long enough for those nanites to disable the collar; long enough for his revenge. -Revenge-. The thought burned hot in his gut, tarnishing a few more feathers as he covered his eyes with a forearm and let out a soft sob. His other fist slammed into the floor with a scream of rage that soon devolved into sniffles. He was fine. He was holding it together. He was -fine.-

Like totally fine. Totally fine. Celestial harmonies, celestial harmonies, think about celestial harmonies. It wasn’t working, but he’d be damned if he was going to let this get to him. It was mind over matter, and he was a Messenger, a Divine Messenger of –

Azazel had watched voltaire and been well pleasuring himself at the show. Once voltaire left he grin and laugh. “You think you won…thats fine.” Twist the ring to allow mariel that release. Dignity to cum alone.

And then the ring deactivated.

The angel’s back arched up off the ground as he let out a screaming cry, the word “Master” babbling on his lips as jets of gold burst out to splatter across his stomach and chest, so powerful that even a few drops landed on his face. By the time the pent-up release had ran its course the poor celestial was unconscious, having blacked out from the sheer overload, and fully half of one wing was showing those darker colors.