Gray victorious?

For a few minutes, the only noises in the dimly lit chamber were the wet sounds of of a woman **** to cum. Samson stood frozen. Neither he nor Gray knew what to make of the past minute. Gray suspected this might be a trap. After all, the last time his kind had fought, it hadn't ended well. Still, the fact that the angel wasn't making loud pronouncements of her superiority had to be a good sign.

A long, feral moan finally broke through the darkness as they stood there. It was immediately followed by a longer one. Then, complete silence settled through the hallways.

"Alyona?" Gray hesitantly inquired.

His voice echoed, and no response was forthcoming. Gray cleared his throat and tried again. Once more, there was no response.

Wary of a trap, but without a better option, Gray approached where the angel had been standing. He soon came upon her, still affected by the absence of color. Gray grew more confident on this discovery. If the big guy was still hiding them from his sight... maybe... just maybe... Gray had accomplished what no demon had pulled off in many millennia.

The beautiful form of the angel, now anatomically complete, stood as if in a trance. Samson, still without active control of his body, could still feel himself get hard at the sight.

Easy, tiger. I promise, this is the only time I'll ever tell you to think before you fuck.

"You there," Gray stated in what he hoped was a commanding voice.

Alyona's eyes opened.

"Yes, lord?"

"Uh..." Gray was lost for words. Had he broken her? No way to know except...

"Servant, sit down and service my cock."

"My lord?" Alyona responded, with just the slightest touch of resistance.

"You heard me. Pleasure my cock with your mouth with the devotion you owe me."

This time there was no hesitation as she followed his order. Once seated, her mouth sought out Samson's dick with fervor, and she began to apply enthusiastic ministrations.

Samson had never had an angel give him a blowjob. He barely lasted a minute under her care. The second time her tongue passed over his cockhead he came, plastering her face with his spunk. Freed from the order, she sat back against the wall with a look that only hinted at what she had once been.

"Is your name still Alyona?" Gray asked, not sure what the answer would be. Angels were known to take new names after major events.

"If it pleases my lord," was her response.

"Not anymore," Gray decided, "From now on you shall answer to Rabynya, to mark your status. With this status, you will serve me as your god and master. You will refer to me as master. You exist to be my ****, and my slut. I will use whatever part of you I want at any time. You will only experience pleasure when you serve me and obey my commands. Is this clear?"

"Yes, master," Alyona, no Rabynya, said.

Immediately, she bent in half, winded by a minor orgasm from obeying.

Gray smiled. This was going to be very fun.