Captive Angel

The door to his cell had barely finished swinging open before a blur of pale gold and blinding white flashes across the room towards you. It is your angelic prisoner, he has flung himself at you, muscled arms outstretched and his gleaming white wings furled tightly around him.

You just smirk into his perfect face as his hands close around your upper arms; a nimbus of poison green light flares around your body and he immediately releases you with a snarl of pain. There are a few thin tendrils of smoke rising from his scorched fingers as he steps back from you.

“My person is protected by a great many wards and shield’s” you inform him coldly “No one touches me without my permission, I will have to punish you for that”

You eye him openly as he stands there before you. The warrior angel had been wearing armour when you had captured him; a set of beautiful silver chain along with bracers, greaves and a breastplate. Each one of the plates was fashioned of gleaming bronze and adorned with angelic script, the tiny characters writhing slightly as you looked at them and each of them burning with a pale gold flame.

The removal of that ornate armour had left your angelic captive clothed only in a loincloth made of a soft white fabric. You had been very tempted to take a peek (or two) under the loincloth when you had been disrobing him, but you had managed to resist the temptation.

The white loincloth may have protected his modesty but it still left most of the angel’s body visible and exposed to your hungry eyes, and what a body it was. Doe was quite tall; at six and a half feet in height, he was well over a foot taller than your own diminutive (though long legged and lushly curved) frame.

The angel’s hair was long, falling nearly to his shoulders and was the colour of beaten bronze. His skin was a pale gold in hue and covered the well muscled body of a warrior. His face was very handsome, seeming to be the very idea of handsome masculinity, although his iridescent white wings and blazing golden eyes quickly gave lie to any impression that this prisoner was any mere man.

“I am John, Supreme Oracle of the Delphic Order. It was I who defeated the witch queen of Hazelwood forest and slew the red dragon Emberyllthinax” you tell him “I banished the Souleater of Albion and saved Prince Varin from the cult of the plague god Grefortin.

“Now, who are you?” you ask him, openly admiring his well muscled torso with your eyes.

“I am Doe, Seraph of sunlit shadows and Angel of...” His deep voice is cut off as you suddenly slap him across the face.

“No!” you shout furiously, you strike him across the other cheek “That is who you were!” your brilliant green eyes blaze into his own golden hued orbs, as you stare up at his handsome face “You are now Doe, **** and property of John”

He shakes his head slowly, locks of his golden bronze hair stirring “I am no one’s ****, human”

Your ruby lips part in a cruel smile “You will be, angel boy, you will be”

You spit out a harsh, guttural word and give a complex gesture with one hand; lines of dim blue-white light begins to form in you palm, coiling and writhing like a nest of serpents. Another harsh word and gesture sends these threads racing towards your prisoner. Doe snarls as the threads of light coalesce into thick chains, binding his feet to the floor as well as his arms to his side.

“You don’t mind if I slip into something more comfortable do you?” you ask mockingly

You currently wore a thin robe of dark green silk; the fabric was tight across your large breasts, tight enough to reveal your lack of a bra and it had not escaped your notice the way the angel’s eyes had changed when he spoke to you earlier. The look had not been for long, no more than a heartbeat or two, but in that time the blazing gold eyes had been looking at you as a woman and not as his captor.

You slowly strip of the robe, swaying sexily as you tease him with a few glimpses of your naked breasts and long legs before finally tossing the robe away and standing before him naked save for a tiny pair of panties, they were of the same dark green silk as your robe and their front was marred with a damp patch.

“Now, let us see what we have to work with” you murmur; your hands going to the loincloth and tug downward sharply, yanking it down to the angels knees. “Oh, that’s very nice indeed” you grin with pleasure when you at last see the angels exposed cock. It was even bigger than you had expected, almost a dozen inches long and nearly three inches in girth, jutting proudly from his groin.

“Do not touch me, sorceress” Doe hisses angrily.

You gently run your hands up and down the length of his penis, smirking smile widening as you hear the faintest of gasps coming from his lips.

Your long red hair obscures his view of what you are doing as you kneel before him but you can feel him twitch a little as you slowly but surely feed more and more of his thick cock into your mouth, tongue lashing and coiling against it as you do this.

“Release me, devil woman” he snarls, though with less fervor than before.

You start to hum gently, changing pitch often as you slowly bob our head up and down on the angel’s thick cock. You can feel his cock throbbing gently in your mouth as your motions gradually quicken, coming faster and faster. A soft groan comes from his lips and you can tell that your captive is close to cumming.

And that’s when you stop. Suddenly releasing him and climbing to your feet.

“What? What are?” Doe sputters, surprised at your actions.

“I told you I would punish you for touching me, sweetie” you tell him coldly. Making sure he gets a good view of your firm, tight ass and long slender legs, you bend at the waist and scoop up your robe from the stone floor.

“See you tomorrow, angel boy!” you call over one shoulder as you sashay towards the door, heart shaped ass swaying with every step “Oh, and don’t worry about those chains, they will wear off in a few hours”

You catch one last glimpse of Doe as you close the thick wooden door, standing frozen in the middle of the room in his chains of lighting. His long, thick cock still glistened with your saliva as it jutted proudly from his groin and his perfect face bore an expression of equal parts frustration and relief.