Fall From Grace

The clouds raced by. The wounds where my wings had been burned off halfheartedly tried to flap and control the fall. The peerage of angels called it a fall from grace, and surely there was nothing graceful about the twisting burned nearly naked figure I made falling back to earth. I was still convinced that it would be worth it in the end. She had made quite the convincing case; getting caught trying to steal the crow of minds from the heavenly throne was just a small wrench in the plan. Now we’re here. Rapidly approaching the haven of depravity that caused my fall. Sultry City. The ground rapidly approached and I, a once powerful entity of the heavens, braced eying the apartment building that was to be my landing site.

The dull thud shuddered from the building and sent a quick jolt aching through my now mortal knees. The cracked rooftop now singed with ethereal embers. I chuckle reached my ears from behind as I stood to full height.

“Ahh Balam, You’re late. I heard about your unfortunate errors above…” A fingernail sharp as a knife slowly cut down my back, drawing a trickle of hot blood. Her whisper sent my mind reeling into visions of the passionate night she claimed my soul as I collapsed to my knees before her. “Now, now, dirty boy. There will be time enough to relive those moments when you redeem yourself.”

“I know I have failed you, Naamah. I will not again.” My head remained bowed before her until one of her delicious long fingers traced my chin drawing my eyes to meet hers. Then she leaned in inches from my face. I couldn’t help but close my eyes focusing on her scent. The powerful mix of Arabic spice and wanton lust overcoming my senses. There was only need. I felt a delicate kiss on the forehead then nothing. It was silent, but a moment later a heat radiated onto my face and the intoxicating smell that drew me in again.

When I opened my eyes I was level with her womanhood. Her dress was shed, lying on the rooftop dirtied by the ground on which I was kneeling. She demanded worship and I obey. Leaning in I began to delicately lap along her lower lips drawing a small sigh of contentment from the mistress. As her fingers ran through my hair pulling me into her needful pussy the intensity of my ministrations increased focusing on the small nub that she last guided me to during our first meeting. The pleasures of the flesh were still a foreign language to angels forbidden it, but I would be a faithful student.

As the speed of her breathing increased and she worked her hips into my waiting mouth I probed at her depths with my tongue, the sweet musky smell translated into powerful delicious lust driving my own newly found physical needs. I couldn’t fight when she pushed me onto my back looking up at the night sky. I saw the stars for only a moment before she lowered herself onto me once more. Now more intensely she pulled at my singed hair forcing my tongue and lips to work harder. Her nails dug into my chest causing an eerily pleasurable pain. I couldn’t help but gasp drawing her essence further intoxicating me.

“Worship me. Serve me wholly” And so I did, devoting all of my effort towards her lust. Her rapid breathing signaling that she was close her walls contracted squeezing at my tongue so that my movements touched the all of the right places. No longer could the demoness contain herself. Her orgasm flooded across her shuddering body and she screamed into the night sky. I held her close as she convulsed - her clit skittering across my lips as I kissed it gently. When the rocking subsided she stood, and in a flash of black she was again dressed in the tempting black skirt she wore during our first tryst.