Golden Seduction

I don’t like being in the woods late at night but the sound of the crash outside was loud enough that it shook the cabin walls. That set the dog off. Normally when I open the door, he bolts right out to chase whatever got his attention but today…he just stood at the threshold of the door and whined. Not gonna lie, that spooked me a bit but I figured one of us needed to investigate and if it wasn’t going to be my mastiff, well then it’s gotta be me.

The fading light was making it almost impossible to track where the crash happened. I couldn’t smell any smoke but an eerie glow in the distance drew my attention. I pushed through the underbrush, the glow growing brighter as I drew closer, the steam of my breath leading the way through the dusk of a chilly October evening. The crunch of leaves below my feet was louder than I was used to and it was then that I realized the rest of the woods had gone eerily silent. No owls. No insects.

I thought back to my dog and wondered if he maybe didn’t have the right idea.

When I finally stumbled through the clearing, the glow was pouring off of something sprawled on the ground. Not wreckage, no fire. A shape…a human figure. Looking at the impact crater around it, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. There’s no way someone could make a dent in the earth like this and still be intact.

The glow seemed to be coming from whatever shroud the body was wrapped in. I stepped closer and the body moved. Its broken form settling? No, the arm, the arm shifted and…

The movement revealed this creature, this woman by the looks of it, was not only alive but she also was not wearing a shroud. Those were wings.

I hesitated and gasped at the prospect that she could be, what? An angel? Despite the urge to turn tail and run, pretend like I saw nothing and say as much to anyone who asked, I instead stepped into the crater. She had rolled onto her back, laying on her golden wings and looking tremendously exposed. Aside from the golden feathers and a broken chain attached to a thin gold anklet, she wore only one piece of clothing. A piece of sheer black fabric tied around her waist and nothing else.

Her skin reminded me of the natural colors of the autumn, a hint of cinnamon in its hue. I knew it was wrong to stare but I couldn’t look away. The shimmer of her gold wings reflected and danced on her body. Her nipples were dark and responsive to the cold air, matching the dark chestnut curls around her face which matched the wisps of short hair at the juncture of her thighs. I scanned her body from head to toe

I couldn’t leave. I couldn’t leave her here. I needed to get her inside, help her. Warm her. I knelt beside her body, careful to avoid kneeling on her wings. I wasn’t sure how to proceed. Did angels have heartbeats? Where would I even begin? Her chest rose and fell with a sudden but deep inhale. I told myself that was a good sign and reminded myself to stop staring at her breasts. My hand reached for her face and those lips looked so full, needing to be kissed.

I shook my head, unsure where that thought had come from. I wanted to help. I was here to help. She needs me. She needs me so badly.

Her eyes opened and I immediately removed my coat to throw it over her body. I didn’t need her thinking I was some kind of creep, gawking at her unconscious and scantily clad.

“Are you alright? Can you understand me?”

She looked at me and my heart soared into my throat. The green in those eyes stunned me. She hadn’t said a word but the look on her face confirmed everything I had suspected. She does need me. She needs me to protect her, help her feel better. She needs anything and everything I can give and it is already hers.

I slid my arms under her body and lifted her off the ground as if she weighed nothing. Carrying her out of the crater and towards my cabin, I felt her breasts pressed against my chest as her arms circled my neck, her soft lips breathing mere inches away from my bare skin. The faintest moan escaped her and I almost laid her back on the ground to taste her right then and there, but the cabin was so close. I could have her then. I could give her all she needed and wanted there.

I was grateful to have left the door open. I stepped inside and without bothering to shut the door, I laid her on the floor in front of the fireplace. My mouth descended on hers immediately and my kiss was rewarded with a heat I’d never felt. Something in my chest exploded. It felt wild and terrible but I was sure it was an ecstasy only an angel can give. She had to be an angel, there was no other explanation for how I was feeling. For how much I wanted her.

She tore my shirt open and I broke the kiss long enough to shed it. I stood to undo the belt and jeans, tossing them similarly to the side but treating myself to her body the entire time. Seeing her sprawled on the floor with nothing between us now, I fell to my knees, prepared to worship her in every way possible. As if reading my mind, she parted her knees, granting me a view of her dewy center. My mouth devoured her lips in seconds, lavishing attention on every inch of her beautiful pussy. I’d never felt this ravenous for another human being before but, then again, she was no human. But she enjoyed my attention as much, if not more, than any woman I’ve had in my bed. My tongue explored her core, lightly traveling up and across her hardening clitoris. She arched and bucked under my exploration, low, breathy moans filling the space around us.

How was this possible? She hadn’t said a word to me and yet my face was planted between her legs, eating her like I’ve done it for years. I felt like I should stop, none of it made sense to me, I had to stop this.

Then I slid two fingers past her lips and started thrusting, finger fucking her her beautiful pussy. A third finger starts to explore her tight asshole, slick with her juices and my saliva.

I couldn’t stop.

She wouldn’t let me.

The ecstasy I’d felt before was replaced with terror of no longer being in control. Everything was wrong but the pleasure, the sensations, the feeling, the taste, the sounds of her moaning and gasping and writhing against me. Telling me to take more and give her more when she hadn’t uttered a single word to me yet.

I lifted away from her. Withdrew my fingers and willed myself to stop, to pull away. Come to your senses, goddammit!

Within seconds, I was moving inside her. Thrusting my cock into her delicious, inviting cunt as she screamed her pleasure. Her eyes found mine and she smiled. The beauty I had seen before remained but now it was tinged with greed. I’d believed I was giving her what she needed this entire time but no, she was taking. I was being taken. I could feel myself being pulled into her, piece by piece being lost inside her.

She pulled me down, rolling me onto my back and taking control. Her weakened form, if it ever truly was weak, was long gone. She straddled my hips and my cock, now completely under her control, found the entrance to her body again. Every part of her rippled with power and I simply smiled as I felt her body milking mine.

She rocked gently at first. Her wings fluttered each time she leaned back and despite finally realizing she was no angel, it was amusing to see her wings were equally responsive to the pleasure she felt. That my body was the source of that pleasure. I stretched my hips to drive even deeper inside and her wings fully extended in response. Her smile widened and the gentle rocking became aggressive, possessive. She wanted what I had. She needed what I had. A part of me understood she would continue taking my life force until I was little more than a desiccated corpse. I took her hips in my hands and moved with her.

If she was going to be the end of me, I’d enjoy myself for fuckssake.

Between her mesmerizing breasts and the smirk on her face as she’d rise and fall on my cock, I knew I didn’t have a lot of time. I watched her wings move with her hips, at times lifting us both off the floor of the cabin, an ebb and flow that was bringing me closer and closer to that final surrender. The pressure was building inside me. It all felt so tightly wound that the slightest shift from her would set me off and I would explode inside her. And I would never be myself again.

“Give me what I want,” she purred. “Shed this shell of humanity and be mine.”

She bent at the waist, still bouncing her hips to draw out her tribute.

“You will be my demon of pleasure. You will move through the world and bring all its depravity and desire to me. Together we will build a temple of vice and you, my first disciple, will help me convert others to my cause. Commit yourself to me.”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Say it,” she demanded, riding harder.

“I commit myself to you.”

“Say it.”

I paused.

“Say…my…name,” she growled, each word punctuated by a singular thrust against me.

I paused. I knew her name from the moment terror claimed me. It squatted in my mind, daring me to come to my senses because even then I knew she would either claim my life, or claim my soul. Death or an eternity of serving at her pleasure. There was only one choice.

“I commit myself to you…Lilith.”

She pulled away, evidently pleased with my choice and any remnants of my resolve were gone in that moment. It began like any other orgasm I’d had in my life, but the pressure that was relieved by that first shot of cum inside shot to my heart immediately. Her thighs gripped my body and continued to ride but I wasn’t just cumming inside her. She was drawing it out of me, siphoning into her core as it fueled her power. The pressure in my chest was overwhelming. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t stop cumming and I couldn’t breathe.

She marked my soul. She would devour it the way I had devoured her body. I would be hollow and she would fill the emptiness with her purpose. And I would desire all that Lilith desired. An insatiable desire.

And me?

I couldn’t wait for it to begin.