As the hours passed, the sleepless angel was sitting on the bed, legs criss-crossed and wings pulled around him. Aside from some scarring that would take time to mend, he was fully healed…which meant his eyes could now survey the damage done to his wings. He was staring at the deep black feathers curled around him, broken only by the sapphire rachis and the occasional silvery grey feather still hanging in there. He’d been like this for hours, staring silently at them.
Azazel had just been watching him, grinning like a jackass. He slowly move to sit up, leaning to nip at the angels neck “look how beautiful you are becoming my pet. So very beautiful.” Sliding his hands along the wings.
A full-body shudder ran down Mariel’s spine at that touch, and he bit his lip hard. “I already -was- beautiful,” he whispered. Oop, another golden rachis tarnished and dulled. Pride wasn’t appropriate. He let out a little choked sound as he clenched his fists. “I’m going to fu||ck||ing kill you for this.”
Azazel grins “but now even more so.” Whispering it into Mariel ear. Nipping at his ear and gives a deep growl “mmmm fucking kill me. If I have to go, it be wonderful to go fucking you.” Reach to wrap and arm around Mariel waste and pull him tight against him “my sweet pet.”
The angel scowled at his words, his shoulders hunching in obstinate distaste, but that nip to his ear and deep growl caused his stomach to flutter and his length to twitch in a way that made him immediately shift to close his legs together. As he was pulled closer he didn’t bother to struggle, instead just narrowing his eyes. “My -beloved- Master,” he hissed with acrid sarcasm.
Azazel chuckled at mariel “still trying to pretend you are not a filthy whore. Need I remind you of your begging. Oh how you plead and didn’t care if this…”reach to to try and touch the ring “kept you from such.” He lick Mariel face with that fork tongue “you even taste wonderful.”
His breath drew in sharply at that touch, but the angel’s temper flared and he hissed, “I may have begged, but I wasn’t begging for -you-. I was begging for something to erase the memory of your revolting touch. Never forget that.” He squirmed at the lick but once more he wasn’t exactly pulling away, merely trying to shift to hide the obvious arousal it caused.
Azazel cackled “that’s what makes it so delicious. My touch entered so deep, you became a whore for someone else so fast.” He looks Mariel over “remember what I said to you…my precious…last night?” He would reach tobhis own pants to free that demonic member he had. The tentacles wasting not a moment to wiggle against the angel back.
The cackle sent a shudder through him. Okay, that hadn’t made him as angry as he’d hoped. Honestly dealing with him angry was a much easier solution; it was easy to deal with the pain. Much harder to deal with trying to ignore whatever he thought was pleasure. “I wasn’t listening,” he lied. Another feather darkened, shifting to black from the luminous silver. How many did he have left? Not many, at this rate. As he felt those tentacles he immediately went rigid, barely daring to breathe.
Azazel would grin ” god your body, It craves me. For my touch…you already shake with need” he told him. Azazel arch a brow “I don’t mind reminding you, that I’m going to fuck you. Hmmm yes this time you’ll scream for me.” Azazel went to shove Mariel on his stomach, planning to take the angel.
So long as he struggled, he can maintain some of his dignity. Struggle, damn it. Damn it, body, I said struggle! The angel only went still as he was flipped over onto his stomach, his wings tucking in tight and eyes closed and anticipation. He would never admit to the fact that his back arched just the tiniest bit
Wagner stopped outside staff quarters, sinking to his knees and waiting for Azazel. He could hear him and what he was sure his pet, but he wasn’t sure interrupting would be smart.
Azazel grinned at Mariel, though froze as he sense someone. ” what?” He called out. Pulling mariel but up, to position him. He wasn’t shameful at all, he glide his claw over Mariel back.
Mariel clenched his jaw tightly as he was pulled up, his fingers clutching the sheets. “What what?” he breathed in confusion, having no idea Wagner was out there or that Azazel was talking to anyone but him. He’d taken a risk by talking, and as soon as his tongue was loosened there was no stopping it from allowing a gasped moan when he felt those claws. He actually looked startled… Where the fuck had that come from?
Wagner heard Azazel call out, bowing his head a little more. “Waiting for you, sir. For whatever you assign me to.” Wagner answered.
Azazel looks at Mariel and grinned wide “theres my whore.” He says to him, but then snaps a look to the door. Azazel grinned wider “pet…you want a toy? Someone you can put your anger onto?” He ask Mariel. “Sandwiching you be sooo wonderful.” He then snaps “Wagner get your pathetic waste of a life in here.”
Mariel scowled at his own voice’s betrayal, and then gave a little growl at Azazel’s smug words. The question made him blink a few times though. He turned his head a bit to peer back at Azazel from the corner of his eye suspiciously. “I have a lot of anger,” he hissed, those wings tight at his sides and trembling faintly.
Wagner got to his feet, hastily walking into the room at Azazel’s command, his eye downcast. “Where do you want me, sir?” He asked in a quiet monotone.
Azazel stared at Mariel “good, Wagner can take it all. I want you to fuck him, beat him, whatever. While i take you. Don’t show mercy, do whatever that hatred little heart desires” he told him. Looking at Wagner “where do you want him pet? Whatever you want to do, you can. ” sat back from Mariel too see what he does first.
As soon as Wagner entered, Mariel tensed. “Liar,” he whispered, and those tears bubbled to his eyes once more, the poor angel teetering on the verge of madness like walking a razor-thin tightwire. As soon as Azazel sat back, the celestial rose up to his knees on the bed, wings pulling up high and righteous for the first time since this ordeal began. “Liar. Liar. Lies. Stahs, it was Stahs, and he came to rescue nothing but the one ||fuc||king thing he cares about.” His collar was off and so there was nothing restricting him from using his divine powers, a lash of light whipping from his hand in an attempt to snag Wagner and draw him towards the bed.
Wagner waited to see what the angel would do as Azazel offered him up for the angel’s punishment. The light burned unlike anything he had ever felt but gave no resistance as he was drawn toward the bed, stumbling forward silently. Azazel grinned so wide at Mariel. Watching him and says “yes he is a liar, very much loves to lie…spread lies…he should be punished.” Oh he loved to push this to see where it went. Seeing the light whip and just laughs. Watching Wagner and tells the angel “he can make such beautiful screams.”
Reeling him in like a fish caught on a hook, Mariel pulled him onto the bed and crawled over him. While the angel’s body had a sensual posture, the movements were sinister, like a marionette on broken strings. “Why did he lie?” he asked Azazel softly, moving forward until he was seated on Wagner’s chest, his half-hard length bobbing against his chin and the hollow of his throat. The light was released and he cooed, shaking hands moving gently to either side of that somber face to cup it. “He shouldn’t scream. Screaming is for the damned. He can still be saved; I’ve still light in me, I can save him. Shall I save you, little liar?” His hands were trembling as they smoothed over Wagner’s face.
Wagner went willingly, allowing Mariel to pull him onto the bed and crawl over him. He watched the celestial’s movements. He shivered at their words, looking hopeless as Mariel took his face in his hands. “That is for your master to decide.” Wagner murmured at the question.
Azazel watched with such joy, he would lean to Mariel “he lied cause he wanted to keep his fledgling hidden. He let his fledgling run rampant here, let his fledgling give false hope.” He weave. Azazel reach to run his hand along Mariel wing “that laughable. I tried already. He is unsaveable.” He leans to nip at mariel neck again. He then whispers “show me how you save him my pet” into Mariel ear, nipping it.
The angel’s head cocked to the side as he heard Wagner, but before he could speak, Azazel gave that answer and his eyes narrowed. “Run rampant, false hope…” He had no way of knowing Stahs and this fledgling were on ein the same, but the idea was enough to cause his heart to flutter with rage. Azazel’s touch to his wing was still unwelcome given the way it twitched, but the proud posture didn’t fail in the least as he leaned over Wagner once more.
“I-I still have light in me,” he insisted, hips giving a little buck as he gasped at the nip from Azazel. His hands moved down, thumbs touching to Wagner’s lower lip as though to pull his mouth open. “Liar. A liar’s mouth. We can’t cleanse where the lies end, only where they begin. Where do they begin?” Down those hands went until they found the hollow of Wagner’s throat just above and between the collarbones, and the short, sharp nails of his thumbs pressed in as he clenched his jaw. “We save him by cleansing where the lies come from,” he whispered back, digging those thumbs in deep.
Wagner listened to them speak, staring up at Mariel and Azazel as they spoke of his lies and whether or not he could be saved. Looking up at them as though they were all he had left. The buck from the angel’s hips pressed that shaft against his chin again, he made no move, not initiating anything unless he’d been told to. Laying still as thumbs touched his lower lip before sliding downward until they rested at the hollow of this throat. Blood sprung up as short sharp nails dug into the hollow of his neck, the corners of his mouth turning up reflexively as the pain intensified, feeling the thumbs press deep.
Azazel was eating this up. Oh he was having fun, he would speak “yes he is to blame. He is why you are hurt. Hes why i found you. He is to blame for all your pain.” He whispers into Mariel ear. “He protected his fledgling….Stahs…” he grin at the light comment. The way Mariel loved his touch was so delightful and delicious. He would lick the angels neck and ear. “Cleanse him….cleanse the liar pet. Save him. Show me how you will cleanse him.” Running his hands over Mariel chest, his arms up under the wings. As he whispers “yes where the lies come from, cleanse him.” Azazel watch wagner “oh pet you are so much better then this worthless one before us. Much more beautiful, perfect…show him how much better you are.”
Mariel groaned softly, for the moment at least forgetting how much he hated Azazel in favor of enjoying the touches. The demon’s words made his stomach lurch. “He protected him? No. No. -I- protected him. I did. Oh, my report….I’m late, so late, and the Council will be angry. Did you know?” he asked to nobody in particular as his thumbs continued to work their way into Wagner’s throat. “He had those artificial life forms in his manor. I told him I wouldn’t report them. I told him I would lie for him. For him. He treated me like filth, looked down on me even when I told him I would break the rules fo rhim. And now this, and now I’m here…”
He choked back a sob at Azazel’s praise, thumbs working in until they were knuckle deep. “I am not better. I am ruined. But I still have light left, I still have it,” he said desperately. The thumbs pulled to edge the hole he’d worked on open wide enough that the angel could shift forward, pressing the tip of his length against the ragged hole. Once it was in place, his hands went back to Wagner’s head, fingers splaying across his cheeks gently. “Your smile is a lie. Stop lying. Liar,” he breathed as a slow rock forward worked to sink his shaft into the wound. More blood welled around the angel’s thumbs, Wagner’s soft flesh providing little resistance as they continued to dig into his throat. He continued gazing up at them, as more blood filled his throat a little ran from the upturned corners of his mouth. Unable to contain the gurgle that bubbled up from his lips.
Wagners eye widened a bit as Mariel stretched the hole he’d made wide enough to press the tip of his shaft into. He felt the hands on his face, wet where bloody thumbs touched his cheeks. His expression wavered, uncertain if he should smile as Azazel had trained him or obey the angel. As the length began to sink into the wound he could feel it slide up his throat, parting his lips a bit as more blood ran out but no sound.
Azazel snickers seeing how broken the angels mind was ” wonderful.” He whispered. He would then contine his weave “Wagner probably placed them there….he probably wanted to capture you. What better way then with his fledgling.” He told him. Azazel coo “of course he did, just look at his sire. Who held his smug head so high here. Lying…torturing…” He nuzzle Mariel “mmm so better. You will see. You will see how better you are.” He kept grinning “of course you do.” Azazel watched intently. Watching what he did “ooo lovely. Cleanse the liar.” He told Mariel. “He doesn’t know how to stop….you need to save him.” Watching him fuck Wagner throat. Where has this angel been his whole damned life. Azazel looks to Wagner, he grind some at Mariel, letting his tentacles and shaft rub up the angels back some. “Fuck this is hot.”
Mariel’s entire body shivered as he sank deeper, not stopping until his length was entirely embedded in the bloody, slippery embrace of Wagner’s throat. It wouldn’t be long before the head was bucking up against the roof of his mouth as though demanding exit, and he gave a trembling sigh. “I’ll see, I’ll be better. I need to save him.” He leaned forward so he was looking down at Wagner again, his face a strange mix of frightened and adoring, black tears dripping down his chin. “I love you, this is love; the divine will cleanse you of those lies – ah!”
His back arched as he felt the touch of Azazel’s tentacles, hips bucking perhaps a bit too roughly against poor Wagner as he did so. Wings high and eyes toward the heavens, the angel rocked back and forth between the two, clearly encouraging Azazel with a few furtive glances back over his shoulder towards him. Technically speaking, angels probably weren’t supposed to be doing any of this but the broken thing seemed quite at home with it by this point.
Wagner shivered beneath them as the angel’s pressed forward until he could feel the head pushing against the roof of his mouth. Gagging a little as he tried to hold still. He looked up at Mariel as he leaned over him, black tears leaving little splatters like ink as they fell on his face. Looking into those eyes above him as the angel spoke of cleansing him. As the angel bucked roughly against his throat he gurgled and gagged, all he could taste was his blood. Shuddering as the angel picked up a tempo, rocking between his throat and the demon.
Azazel watched licking his lips, man he never been so aroused till now. He didn’t suspect this from such an angelic being. “Yes save him my angel.” He kept urging him. Azazel move his cock to Mariel back entrance. Reaching to stuff his fingers into Wagner mouth for his blood. Lubing his cock up, those glance were more then enough, he already planned to fuck, but now this was even better. He buck sending his member into Mariel. One tendril wrap and massage the angels balls,the other wrap and slid along the angels cock into Wagners throat. “Oh look at you, so natural, beautiful. This is your place and you fill it well.” He told the angel. Azazel looked at Wagner “this is a perfect pet.” He told him.”just look at him, how majestic as he cleansed your sinful lying mouth. You should be so blessed.” He cackled as he pump in rhythm with Mariel, giving a growl.
This was his place, this was his place. He couldn’t hear the voice anymore, only Azazel’s voice as it whispered lies that he could not discern from the truth. There was no malice in the angel’s gaze; he truly looked as though he cleared deeply for Wagner, as though he truly believed that what he was doing was an act of love and kindness. There were a few more soft coos of adoration before he let out a wavering cry when the demon thrust into him. The moment that it happened a burst of glittering gold splattered into Wagner’s mouth. He couldn’t come, but that didn’t stop him from trying with desperate little sputters of pre. It was a good thing the angel was so very tainted… A mouthful of consecrated seed would have been a bad time for Wagner. As it was, it only had an unpleasant burn to it like something a little too spicy.
Feeling those tendrils come around him the celestial shuddered with a sobbing plea of, “Master.” He may have claimed not to be broken, but that seemed to change whenever the lust crept in. His slim hips were working feverishly now, rocking between the two of them as his body arched and writhed. He opened his mouth as Azazel stuffed his fingers in, plenty of blood available to lubricate them with. His eye went wide when a tendril started to join the length in his throat, gazing up into those eyes that looked at him with adoration.
Wagner felt something fill his mouth, burning a little as gold mixed with the red that ran from his open lips. His eye starting to water from the pain as the wound at his throat was widened to take Azazel’s tendril too. Looking past the angel at Azazel as he spoke. He would’ve nodded in affirmation but with his throat stuffed full and being feverishly thrust into he just let himself lay and take it.
Azazel reached to grab Mariel hair to pull his head back. Leaning to kiss him as he thrusted into him. Azazel nip at mariel, he pull back “and this must be what heaven taste like.” He cackle. Hearing Mariel call him master “such a good pet, oh so very good pet.” Azazel other hand held Mariel stomach as he thrust harder into him. Azazel look to Wagner “such a pathetic being……my sweet pet you are so selfless. To allow this filth your glorious holy of an object cock.” He coo to the angel.
Mariel’s hands never left Wagner’s face even as he very literally throat fucked him. Wagner could feel the almost violent spasm of his length when Azazel wrenched his hair back, but still the angel didn’t come. His entire body shook with need, but it simply wasn’t an option. All he could do was rutt back and forth between the dual points of stimulation. He tried to speak several times, but the kiss kept him silent aside from his needy yelps and cries. Once the kiss was broken the celestial couldn’t get a word out between the demons merciless thrusts. Eventually he managed to gasp a quiet, “P-Please…l-let me…please….”
Wagner tried to relax into it as much as he could but every thrust was jarring. When Azazel wrenched the angel’s hair back he could feel the spasms in his throat, drool and saliva and little streams of gold pre ran from his lips. He hoped to god Virus and Gears were making the most of the time. Trying to swallow reflexively now and again.
Azazel thrust harder into Mariel, he knew this one was going to be fun when he saw him. Oh he was glad he nabbed him. Azazel kept that tight grip on the angel hair “you feel sooo good.” He growled. He heard the plea and grin “let you what my pet, tell me what you need?” Oh ya he was gonna be an ass about it. He lived for pain and begging, he fed on it. Yeah lucky for the other two Azazel was very occupied with Mariel.
Azazel’s harder thrusts meant that Mariel’s movements were coming much more sharp and violent now as well. The angel looked delirious, hiccuping between sobbing moans as he seemed to be caught between agony and bliss. His fingers curled against Wagner’s cheeks, but despite his passion he still cuddled them under rather than dig the short, sharp nails into the skin. He didn’t -want- to hurt wagner, and part of him thought that he was actually helping him with this obscene mockery of a consecration. Nevertheless, the demons vigorous thrusts meant that he was pushing ever deeper, and as his length battered against the back of Wagner’s teeth he pleaded, “It h-hurts… Please, let me come, Master, please… Please…” There was definitely no relaxing into it as Azazel thrusted harder, pushing that tendril and the angel’s cock deeper into his throat, his head jerked from the thrusts.
Wagner could feel the head slamming the back of his teeth now. His blood staining soaking into mattress around his neck and head. If the pre had burned that much he could only imagine how much worse his cum would be, pinching his eye shut as the angel begged.
Azazel kept pumping him hard. He didn’t care what damage came of Wagner, he was enjoying the angel. He groaned out with each thrust. Hearing the moans and cries of the angel. “Such a good pet.” He praise. Hearing the cry. “Very well pet.” He would use one finger to twist the ring he wore, to allow Mariel that sweet release. Thrusting still into the angel, getting note rough as he wanted to feel everything of the angel. Azazel giving a deep growl as he go to bite Mariel neck to leave a mark.
Mariel’s eyes fluttered with relief at those words, and much like the last time it had been released, the angel’s orgasm was almost violently powerful. Had he been untainted, Wagner might as well have been hit by a vial of acid in the face. Damaged as he was, however, the angels release was a very unpleasant but not damaging experience. It burned like hot peppers, coming in pulses and waves in time with the demons thrusts. He’d almost finished when the demon that into him, and as the swirling black and gold blood trickled down his chest the little masochist yelled again with a second but smaller release as his wings shuddered and twitched.
Wagner was glad he’d pinched his eye shut as the angel’s seed spilled from his agape mouth and over his face. It was like getting pepper sprayed, the burning starting hot and only intensifying. He knew he wasn’t technically being damaged by it but holy fuck it burned. Then there was a second smaller release as the demon bit into the angel above him. Wagner shuddered, and squirmed with nowhere to go.
Azazel had that possessive bite on the angel feeling him as he was crying in pleasure, how he gave in to it. He thrust deep into the angel and came into him growling against his flesh. Azazel gave a few more thrusts, before he lick the wound, not caring if the blood burn some. “Mmm younare beautiful in lust…you wear it well.” He told him. Not caring how Wagner felt “feel better my pet?”
Oh, there was a third now, his hips bucking and trembling as he felt the familiar queasiness of Azazel filling him. His back arched sharply as the third volley of gold spluttered from between Wagner’s lips and then the angel was still, panting. By the time Mariel had come down from his high and slumped with exhaustion, there was but a single silvery feather left on those once-pristine wings. It shimmered conspicuously among the black feathers with sapphire streaks, but the angel’s attention was still fixed on Wagner. “You are healed,” he whispered. “I have healed you. No more lies, my love, no more. No more protecting those who don’t deserve it. No more lies.” The words were fast, clipped, as though he thought perhaps he was saying them secretly and Azazel wouldn’t notice. Mariel was quite certifiably mad. He straightened up once more, rolling his hips back against Azazel’s as he withdrew from Wagner’s wrecked throat. “I-I still have light, I still have it, I cleansed him,” he murmured somewhat deliriously as he continued to sit on Wagner’s chest and grind back onto the demon’s length.
Wagner tried to keep his eye shut as the angel’s release dripped over him. Then another one came, good lord it was in his sinus too. Shit it was on his ears now too. He tried to hurry Virus and Gears along in his head. His eye watering like crazy. Wagner didn’t move even when the angel withdrew, he knew better. He was really glad he didn’t need to breathe right now though.
Azazel blink to see him go a third time of release. He grinned wide “my oh my how beautiful.” Seeing Wagner as a painted mess. Held Mariel close to him, panting himself. Chuckling to his words of heal to Wagner. Azazel stroke Mariel cheek “such a good holy angel. Look at your angelic honor, your glorious light.” Grabbing Mariel chin some could gaze at wagner. Azazel let Mariel pull out of Wagner. He kept the angel stuff for the moment “yes, you showed him. You proved your worth, that blinding light.” He grinned. He groans as the angel grinds on him. “Do you see your divine work my pet?.”
Snarky as he was, it seemed that when he was lost to lust he was a mad little creature…and quite a wanton one at that. His hands finally moved from Wagner’s face to rest at his hips, curling his fingers loosely around the tentacles that bound him to the demon as he started to bounce softly back against him. “My divine work, yes. You haven’t broken me, you haven’t broken me.” He repeated it like a mantra, toes curled and wings giving lazy flutters as they laid lax at his sides, his eyes never leaving Wagner. “I am a Messenger,” he stated as though that truth still had any foundations in reality. Azazel may love what he’s twisted the celestial into, but to anyone with half a soul, he was a pathetic sight.
Wagner’s face, hair and neck were painted in gold, more gold than red now. Even if the wound at his neck would close he had a feeling his face would he burning for hours. He wondered vaguely through the haze of pain if milk worked on angelic cum like pepper spray. His head was buzzing from the jarring throat fuck. He squinted through the tears the welled at his eye from the burning at the angel and his boss.
Azazel truly enjoyed this moment. Watching him bounce and just smirks. “Such a slut I love ot my divine little being.” He would coo “never. Why would I break you, Wagner was the one trying to break you. I’m setting you free, healing you my pet.” He just kept grinning. He looks to Wagner “what a wonderful messenger he is right Wagner?” He watch the mess that was Wagner “my pet you painted good. You blessed him so well.” He still praised Mariel
“No, I…” He made a small sound of distress in the back of his throat as he looked from Azazel to Wagner, confusion written on his face. Wagner -had- lied before. To be fair, everything Azazel had said or promised to do had been pretty spot on. An ache rose in his brian and he reached up to grasp his own head with a mewl of pain, though his hips never stopped moving. “Stahs’ file lied, he doesn’t try to save everyone,” he grunted softly. “You created Stahs, I’m not broken. I will not break. Why are you still here, I cleansed you well, you are free from lies.”
Mariel was babbling now as he leaned back against Aazazel, glassy eyes turned to the ceiling. “You should not have tried to break me, my love. But I still love you, I still care – my heart is light, I still love,” he breathed. He was…probably talking to Wagner? It was hard to tell at the moment. “Why are you still here?” he asked quietly, his head laid back on Azazel’s shoulder though his eyes dropped to gaze at Wagner as though he weren’t just sitting on his chest and preventing his movement.
Wagner nodded at Azazel’s words to him. His throat hadn’t fully healed to talk properly, but he still silently mouthed the words, “Yes, sir.” He looked a complete mess as he squinted up at them. Watching the angel talk to him. He just stared back, even if he could answer Mariel’s question properly he wasn’t sure speaking would’ve been a smart idea right now.
Azazel let the angel keep riding him, he love distress. He leans to his ear ” yes you are right. The file lied. He didn’t save you at all. He didn’t care about you.” He told him. He look at Wagner “yes he made Stahs. ” he stroke Mariel face. Azazel watch the angel as he leans against him and he just smiled. Azazel tilt his head “are you broken? Did I try to break you or did Wagner?” He ask twisting that angel further. Wagner would remember this game Azazel played. Making you second guess every thought and memory. Azazel watched as Mariel questions wagner.
Panting softly, his glassy eyes filled with tears once more as he let his hips roll. He was utterly spent, but still seemed to crave more – possibly because he was so addicted to that praise. Black tears streaked down his blissed-out face as he watched Wagner. It was pathetic, honestly, what the angel had become. The creature hardly knew where it was at this moment, or had a concept of what was happening. At least for now, right now, he was listening to the only Voice he had left; Azazel. The venomous words uttered in his ear made him shiver and he weakly whispered, “Stahs hurt me. D-Doesn’t know I exist. Wagner made Stahs. Wagner tried to break me.” Right because if Wagner hadn’t made Stahs like whatever-many-centuries ago, Mariel wouldn’t be sitting on Azazel’s lap right now doing the octopus pole dance. Fingers tightened around the tentacles at his hips as he swallowed hard. “I am a Messenger. I do no harm. I-I help…I helped…w-why did he hurt me?”
Wagner remembered that game very well. At one point after his first few months of breaking Azazel had him unsure he’d ever had a life before belonging to him. Made him question his sanity and everything else. He struggled to swallow as the hole in his throat was closing the last centimeter or so, his tongue and throat burning all the way down to his stomach.
Azazel bucked a couple of times at the angel watching him. Azazel ate every moment up. Oh this was pure joy to him, grinning wider. “He did hurt you, didn’t care you were needing to be rescued from Wagner, but of course not. Hes wagner fledgling. They probably plan this in hopes of breaking you. However you showed him, you don’t break easily.” He smirked. Azazel nods “such a good messenger you are. Wagner just jealous, jealous of your beauty.” He whispers, side eyeing Wagner. “Wagner a worthless soul who thrives on others pain. He has a poor creature captures….he broken them with his lies. He hope to do the same to you.” Spinning that web, just grinning at Wagner.
Azazel’s words only a bit deeper into him, though those couple of thrust caused his mind to go blank with pleasure as his eyes rolled back and fluttered closed. It took him a moment to regain his wits from that, but when he did he gave a slow nod. “I am a good messenger,” he whispered. “I did my duty, why did this happen to me? Why did he do this? I love him as I love all life, even cursed as his unlife is.” He was leaning back heavily against the demon now, hands on moving on those tendrils but his wings opening and stretching back to press in on either side of Azazel’s body like an embrace. It was as though for the moment he had forgotten Wagner was even in the room, talking to the Voice he so craved to hear, the voice that was actually the demon twisting his mind. Wagner may have remembered the game that was being played, but the angel was oblivious to it. And he was falling right into it without hope.
Wagner nodded at Azazel’s words about him, allowing himself to look exactly as broken as he should. Like Azazel’s game was effecting him as much as the angel. It was easy to put himself in the mindset after how close he’d come to losing everything.
Azazel smiled to how confused and full of lust the angel was. Give few more thrust again. “Very good messenger.” He looks at Wagner “well Wagner answer him….why?” He stroke Mariel face. “Hes jealous you are just so beautiful. You are pure, something he can never be.” He look at Wagner “you should Apologize to him. This is a being that deserves respect, how could you try to break and tarnish him. After all whobcould love you? This messenger did and look you hurt him…you hurt everything you love. You don’t have a heart for love….you hurt Virus just like you hurt this messenger.”
Wagner coughed a bit as he strained to answer Azazel’s question as soon as the hole in his throat closed the last couple milimeters. His voice hoarse and cracked as he spoke between coughing. “Because… I am worthless…. Jealous of your beauty… because I am ugly inside and out.” He nodded at his words, reminding himself the hopelessness he felt would be real if he didn’t play his part to the letter. He tilted his head to look at the angel. “I apologize, for disrespecting such a perfect Messenger. For trying to break and tarnis you. Because I am jealous and hideous.” He looked back to Azazel, looking almost like he might even cry as he addressed what the demon said about Virus. “No one. I am unlovable. I hurt everything I love and desire. I dont..don’t… have a heart. Don’t know love. I hurt him, betrayed him like I do everyone.”
The angel was trembling again as that barrage of thrusts very nearly rearranged as insides. He was panting, other than line of drool trickling down his chin as he was absolutely senseless with lust. “Why?” He echoed, the mournful blue eyes looking at Wagner, or possibly looking right through him. As the explanation came forth, the angel briefly looked blissful before sagging. “He lies again, but why?” he whispered with a soft hiccup. Was he actually able to detect the lie? Or was some rational part of his brain simply refusing to believe what was obviously a self-deprecating fabrication?
His hands moved from their grip on the tentacles to rest on Wagner’s chest gently. “I cannot hate you, even so. There’s only one that I hate, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him. I will burn him,” he whispering a choke voice, apparently unaware that he was bouncing in that very person’s lap right now. “Don’t let him get to you, sweet love,” he pleaded before straightening up and leaning back into Azazel’s chest once more. This angel didn’t break… It fucking -shattered-.
Azazel just enjoyed this side of the angel, how he was nothing but a sleeve. A very lust ridden sleeve for his cock. He would answer as he heard Mariel speak “because he sadly can not be saved. He chooses to be filthy. To be a liar and destroy everything.” Azazel grinned at that rage he let slip and chuckles. He grab Mariel and thrust in a fast rhythm, hard and deep into him. When Mariel leans back Azazel held his neck “you belong to me..I will keep your light safe. Safe from the filth who wish to snuff it.” Making each thrust deep and count on his words. Lookimg at Wagner “he broke Virus…how do you think someone like him is….he can’t love. He doesn’t know how.”
The angel’s state was almost heartbreaking, even to Wagner who barely had a heart. It was almost remarkable how completely shattered he was.
Wagner nodded at Azazel words, “He’s right. I can’t be saved. I choose to be this way.” At his words about Virus he winced, smiling wide with discomfort, that much wasn’t acting. He knew Azazel was right about that. Virus might have pulled it together, but for a moment he had broken him.
Mariel’s voice was lost to babbling, pleading cries as the demon began to thrust in earnest. His own length was switching to life despite being painfully overspent, every poisonous syllable the demon whispered slotting into his brain in its addled state. He didn’t really have the strength in him to hope to get off at this point, but he surely was not protesting being used for the demon’s pleasure.
“He be…br…broke…h-ha…p-poor Virus,” he breathed out between thrusts, sounding quite lamentful of the fact despite having no idea who or what a virus was. “Keep me safe,” he pleaded. “G-Guard my light, Master. K-Keep me. H…h-ha…”
“I’m sorry I can’t save you, Wagner,” he whispered between the thrusts, apologizing for a fate he had no part of and didn’t even understand… While at the same time nuzzling into the embrace of the very person that orchestrated Wagner’s pain. Oh, sweet irony.
Azazel thrusted, just enjoyed that he shattered him with lust. Nodding “yes poor Virus, who only wanted to be loved and belong….to have someone see his worth used by Wagner….hurt by him…betrayed.” he told Mariel. Azazel thrust hard “I shall my pet, I’ll keep you safe. Your light safe.” Thrusting deep and can again into Mariel again. “Its ok its not your fault….Wagner is hopeless waste of lifem” stared at Wagner.” Only good at destroying things.”
The celestial’s words failed him then, when he felt that rush that was quickly becoming addictive. Lips parted in a wordless cry, and Mariel went limp in Azazel’s arms save for the occasional shuddering twitch from his overloaded and overworked muscles.
Wagner shuddered more as the angel repeated Azazel’s words about breaking Virus. Lovely, now he had the angel saying it. “It’s not your fault… I can’t be saved…” Then Azazel was speaking again, damn that hurt. He had betrayed him. Betrayed his trust. He turned his head to the side to stare at the wall.
Azazel pulls out of the angel now and grins so wide. He move and goes to kick Wagner off the bed to let Mariel lay there “such a good pet.”looking to Wagner ” how did it feel…..to see Virus break from your filthy lies?” Looking at Wagner now. “He seem so distressed already and then finds you betrayed him too. The person he looked up to, adored.”
Wagner laid on the floor where he was kicked off the bed like he didn’t have the will to even lift himself to a sitting position. He curled into himself a little bit at Azazel’s words, simultaneously trying to prod Virus and Gears through the hive that Azazel may soon be finished with him for now. “Awful, sir…” He answered, voice still hoarse as he stared at the floor with his single eye. “I broke him. Ruined everything. And now I have nothing.”
Mariel was fast asleep…or possibly unconscious, judging by how he was barely moving. He laid there with a faint expression of distress that was occasionally interrupted by a hiccupping sob, but otherwise was silent. He’d likely be out for a good long while.
Azazel zip his pants walking around the bed staring at Wagner “you are so pathetic.” He reach to grab Wagner by his hair and drag him. “I’ll fix you. It’s ok re-education can be done.” he told him
Wagner nodded at his words. He was sure he looked quite the pathetic sight at the moment, still covered in his own and the angel’s bodily fluids. He winced as Azazel grabbed him by his hair but made no other attempt to struggle as he was dragged, smiling tightly. “Yes, sir…” He answered weakly.