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The angel's wings beat in perfect synchrony. They slowed his descent until, with one last beat, his footpads touched the ground with graceful precision. The glowing white, feathery wings folded themselves closer to his back. Azazel, high-order archangel, then took the time to straighten the silky, plain white robes he wore.

He could barely see his surroundings. The Abyss was always full with the same dense, reddened mist that embraced his canine form and felt warm against his fur. The angel waved a hand in front of his muzzle and couldn't help but cough once. Breathing was a strange endeavor and that place did not bode well for those habits. It was nothing he couldn't adapt to, however.

He gave his own chest a few pats to force his form to get used to breathing the foul smoke. The angel glanced around, but the red mist was so thick that he could barely see the ground past its haze. No wonder they called the place the 'Wretched Abyss'... Azazel dusted his white robes off. The ground beneath him was solid, yet he felt the freckles of dirt under the pads of his footpaws. They flew up and tarnished the beauty of his legplates under the robes, dulling the golden glimmer and ruining their perfect polishment.

Azazel let out a small grunt of mild annoyance. It was indeed not a place for angels. Still, his long canine ears twitched. He did not actually hear any sounds, but it was as natural of a reaction as the way his eyes darted to the side. The angel's lips curled into the smallest of smiles, but he did not move.

"There's no use in hiding, you know," he said to the open air. His melodic voice echoed even if faintly through the sheer emptiness of the mist-filled wasteland. He straightened his back and finally turned his head to look back. Though he still couldn't see absolutely anything through the fog, he didn't have to. He could feel the presence with a depth that his eyes would never be able to grasp anyway.

"Hrrrmmm..." The huff came from the shadows. "Your senses have grown sharper, angel..." Azazel turned around towards it as it evolved into a feral, low growl suitable to the beast it belonged to.

The angel smirked when the newcomer approached. He looked just as Azazel remembered. The demon's form was innately canine just like his own, yet at the same time, it was completely different. Azazel folded his arms, not flinching even as the demon stepped up to him, but he did have to look up to take in the two-legged hellhound's entire form.

Atriusirhiox, or Atrius since the angel found demonic names just excruciatingly long, was a full-fledged demon that would make any mortal piss their loins upon the mere sight of him. With the angel standing face to face with the hellhound, the contrast between the two of them was as disparate as heaven from hell.

Azazel stood at half the height of Atrius with the tip of his long, sharp canine ears barely reaching up to the top of the demon's broad chest. The angel was the very description of mortal beauty, in fact not that different from the very statues mortals raised up to praise him in their temples. With a lithe form and lean frame, his well-defined body was still visible through his light brown fur. His long, white sleeveless robe held together by a golden pin over his shoulder covered just the right amount of himself as to still be both appealing and modest.

In direct contrast to the archangel's perfection, demonic savagery was Atrius' chosen appearance. Unlike the angel's, his wings were dark-colored and leathery, like those of a bat, as was common between the demon folk. Beneath a threatening pair of horns, Atrius' canine muzzle was rounder and shorter than the angel's, yet his snarling let his rows of sharp teeth and double set of long fangs in full display. There was nothing subtle about the rest of the demon's body, either. Atrius' fur was black as coal with a broad chest and heavy, muscular limbs which added width to his height. The demon didn't bother with mundane concepts such as clothing and let hang, without an ounce of shame, his soft yet monstrous display of manhood between his legs.

"Dozens of mortal years have passed since we last met and you have not changed at all, Atrius," the angel said with just a hint of amusement in his voice. The demon's snarl finally faded into a hellish grin that perhaps showed even more teeth than before.

"So it IS you, Azazel..." Atrius' voice was deep and rough as if every word was a snarl of its own. He sniffed towards the angel one last time, but that one looked less inquisitive and more... appreciative.

"Of course it is. Who else would ever find you in the middle of this endless infinitude?"

Atrius actually chuckled. A deep, guttural piece of demonic laughter. "I don't know. Can't trust you angels..."

Azazel smirked. "I could say the same about you demons."

More laughter followed, then Atrius took a step forward to end the distance between them. The demon's large paw came to the angel's side, large enough to envelop his ribs even though his robe. Atrius' sharp claws prickled at his clothing, but the touch was gentle. The demon leaned forward so that his large muzzle could come to the angel's neck, followed by a deep, loud whiff right at his fur.

"Your mortal-like flesh is most pleasing, yet you reek of angel nonetheless," Atrius growled. Azazel could already feel the lust coming from the demon's voice, and not from his voice alone. The angel's hands came up to feel the demon's leg, the firm muscles of his large thighs... and he could also feel the demon's member, pressing against him, start to stiffen. Atrius' form was warm to his touch. The demon's other hand came to caress his leg, grasping it alongside his robe and feeling him up, then moving to grab at his firm rump. The angel, however, quickly but gently pushed the demon back and pulled away.

"Not so fast," the angel mused. Atrius let him retreat, but the demon's large paws didn't linger far from him. The demonic canine frowned down at him and that characteristic low growl resonated from his throat.

"Why? We both know why we're here. Let's get on with it. I've been waiting..." Atrius took another step forward, his hand coming to touch him again, but Azazel took hold of the demon's wrist to stop it. He was right. It took a lot of effort, especially for an angel such as himself, to get away from his duties and then come all the way down the Wretched Abyss. The one and only place no heaven, hell or realm could watch upon.

"Yes, we both know, yet our meetings are scarce and rare. I want to enjoy it. Savour it. Make it the best it can be." As the angel spoke, he brought his other hand up to take hold of the demon's second wrist. Atrius let him, his red glowing eyes staring at him with a puzzled expression. Calmly, Azazel brought Atrius' arms up and spread them as far as he could. Then, touching the demon as he was, it was a matter of simply focusing his Light forth. When the angel let go of Atrius' arms, his Light remained, forming two incandescent yet very solid bands of pure light around the demon's wrists.

Atrius growled, but before the demon could even look to see what he had done, a simple motion from Azazel had chains of light forming from the bands, pulling the demon's arms upward as the chains connected with what seemed to be the heavens themselves up above, taut and unforgiving. Atrius' glowing red eyes went wide. The demon snarled, roaring in displeasure and pulling against the newly formed bondage he suddenly found himself in.

Azazel wasted no time. Focusing his Light forward, it only took a few more hand motions before a matching set of cuffs enveloped Atrius' ankles, which he then pulled apart and connected to the tainted earth below. It rendered the demon all but immobile in a vulnerable spread eagle position before him.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Atrius snarled. The demon spread his wings wide and went as far as beating them, but no matter how much his powerful muscles strained, he didn't succeed in fighting against the heavenly manacles of pure Light the archangel made. Azazel took a step back to admire his work, smirking. He rubbed his chin and licked his lips, taking in the beautiful sight of the demon's helpless yet marvellous body.

Atrius, however, was furious.

"AZAZEL! It is MY turn to-" the demon started, but the angel waved his hand and another band of pure light appeared around the demon's muzzle. The band tightened, forcing Atrius' muzzle to close and effectively muzzling him.

"I know, I know," the angel said still in a very calm demeanor, "but I want to savour it, Atrius. I want you to be eager, I want you to crave it. I come here to feel, my handsome demon, and I feel it I shall."

The demon looked down at him with unbridled anger. It was true that it was against the nature of their agreement, but Azazel was an angel that knew what he wanted. He licked his lips one more time and approached the bound demon. When he put his paw right against the middle of Atrius' chest, he could feel the fire in the demon's eyes. Even his body was growing warmer, hotter, from both his anger and his efforts. Atrius' arms and legs continue to struggle and pull against the bindings of light keeping them wide and spread. Azazel's hand trailed up, reaching Atrius' powerful shoulder to feel and knead the firmness of the helpless demon's straining muscles as he continuously pulled against the Light.

Then, the angel leaned forward to nuzzle at the demon's chest, leaning against Atrius' large form and short fur. His hand came up to caress the canine's chest, then settled on using his claw to play with the demon's nipple.

"If you really, really wanted badly enough, you could break these chains, Atrius. I'm sure you could..." The angel's tone was one of teasing. He looked up to see Atrius' wide, outraged eyes still glaring at him. The demon let out a loud huff through his nose now that his angry snarling was nothing more than a muffled rumble. Azazel could clearly see how Atrius' hand curled into tight fists. His body grew even hotter, his muscles strained harder still as he made a gigantic effort to fight against those restraints, but they did not yield.

"You disappoint me, Atrius..."

Azazel still hugged the larger demon's chest with his much smaller form. His hand teased the bound canine, then he turned his muzzle towards the other nipple so that he could give it just one little lick. The effect was as he expected. Atrius' fury gave way to some level of confusion. The demon's eyes were still fixated on him, clearly angry and outraged, but the loud huff he let out this time had something else in it as well, the angel knew.

Azazel's lips curled into a hidden smirk. He stepped back from the bound demon and those burning eyes followed him, then with care and grace, Azazel undid the little golden clasp over his shoulder keeping his robe together. The white fabric all but dissolved in glittering light around him and the angel's form was laid bare. His lean frame exposed with nothing but his golden bracelets and leg plates, which did nothing if not enhance the beauty of his chosen shape. Azazel could see Atrius' eyes on his chest, down through his abdomen, chiselled as if it had been carved on marble, and then down to his member, hanging in its modesty between his legs. The angel was perfection made into flesh and he knew it.

The demon knew it just as well, for Azazel could feel the lust returning to Atrius' eyes.

"Look at you. At the mercy of a little angel... and growing aroused over it..." The angel's once discrete smirk grew. He could see the heavy frown returning to Atrius' expression as well as he could hear that muffled growling rumbling all over again. The demon huffed at him once more, but Azazel all but ignored it. The angel approached the bound hellhound, but this time his hand did not hesitate to reach down for the demon's member.

Azazel leaned against Atrius' muscular body. The angel focused on the demon's cock hanging between his legs. Even soft as it was, he could barely wrap his smaller hand around the demon's large manhood. Slowly, he caressed it, keeping his fingers as light as the feathers that composed his wings, yet also firm enough so that the demon would feel his tantalizing touch.

"Isn't it strange? Even you demons can produce beauty." The angel chuckled at his own words. "Yet is it really beauty, or is it just my perspective that makes it seem so?"

His hand grew firmer, stroking the demon's cock more vehemently, all while taking his time to nuzzle Atrius' chest, rub his muzzle against his firm muscles and enjoy them. Another huff and growl came from the bound hellhound above him, but the struggle against the bonds seemed to have all but ceased to give way to the lust. Good. Azazel glanced up at the demon to see his eyes staring down at him. Atrius was still frowning, but the angel could hear and feel the demon's breathing starting to quicken just as he felt that member start to harden around his stroking hand.

It was a sight Azazel always loved to take in. Atrius' cock was beautiful as it was, but when he grew aroused... It was the very representation of what the word 'demonic' meant. Azazel kept gliding his hand up and down the demon's cock in his teasingly manner and, in response to his touching, it grew. Thicker, longer, harder. It no longer hung limp between the demon's legs, but rather so stiff that it pointed forward like a weapon. Its coloring changed to a tone of dark red and its once plain form grew veiny as if the demon's member itself also contained all the anger Atrius possessed.

It was a sight to behold. A cock fitting for a demon. Azazel wrapped the entirety of his hand around the demon's length as best as he could. He started stroking faster, yet with expert precision.

"My helpless demon..." Azazel teased again and sure enough, Atrius growled at him from above. The angel took the opportunity to use his muzzle that barely reached up to the demon's chest to give Atrius' nipple another teasing lick, then another. He shifted his grip so that he could stroke the demon's cock a little faster and, through all of that, it wasn't long before the demon's muffled growling took a more lustful turn. He felt Atrius jutting his hips up, even if only slightly, in an instinct to thrust against his stroking hand. To fuck. The angel continued his ministrations, sometimes suckling and nibbling at the demon's nipple, sometimes sliding his hand down to massage the demon's two powerful orbs.

It wasn't long until he felt precum starting to drip from Atrius' cock. Ever the large producer the demon was, Azazel made full use of that as a mean to lubricate his efforts. His hand focused on the head of the demon's cock, taking advantage of his sensitivity and spreading that precum around before continuing. Atrius above him started breathing louder through his nose as his pleasure grew. Azazel knew that the demon wouldn't mind releasing his seed, for a virile display of masculinity such as Atrius would never be satisfied with doing it only once anyway. The angel was, in fact, counting on that. That was why the angel cupped the demon's balls, so full of seed eager to spilt, one last time before he resumed with jerking the demon off even harder than before.

"Hrrrrhmmmm..." Atrius groaned above him. His body grew hotter against the angel's fur and the demon's eagerness was clear by the way he humped forward against the angel's hand. It was so incredibly easy to feel in Atrius' essence when his pleasure was reaching its peak. It sparked and heated up like a roaring, demonic flame. The angel brushed his muzzle against the demon's chest in such a loving way, smiling to himself, watching that powerful cock start to throb in his hand. He felt the pleasure in Atrius core so strongly that his own member grew stiff from it. And then, just as it was about to burst with the climax the demon craved, Azazel opened his hand and let go of the hellhound's cock, letting it throb so very close to his fingers, but providing no further stimulation to push it past the brink it found itself in.

"Hmmmrff?!" Atrius huffed from above. Azazel didn't need to look up to know that the demon's wide eyes were looking down at him, confused and frustrated as to why he had stopped. No, Azazel didn't want to miss one second of the beautiful sight that was that angry, veiny cock pulsing in the air. Dribbling down precum while the fire of the demon's arousal continued to burn, but slowly dwindled second by second as it was left alone with nothing else to feed it.

Azazel heard Atrius' huffing in complaint, felt his muscles harden again as he pulled and tugged against the light bonds keeping his arms so useless up above. Yet, the angel did nothing but continue to lean against the demon's hot body, watching his cock slowly cease its pulsing to just remain there, as hard as steel yet still unsatisfied. It was only after several moments had passed that Azazel spoke up again.

"One hundred," the angel said, and nothing else. He looked up at Atrius with a warm expression, a sly smile. The demon was still confused, but when the angel's hand moved to wrap itself around his cock, Azazel saw that confusion give way to lust again.

He repeated it all over again. He jerked the demon off as expertly as only an angel could until that cock was literally dripping with need, burning with pleasure. He kept going until he felt Atrius' essence swell up to the point where he was so close to orgasm that the mortals' measure of time wasn't precise enough to account for it, and then the angel let go of the demon's cock again.

This time, Atrius wasn't just frustrated. The demon started to see what the angel was doing, and so he grew angry.

"HNNNRGH!" Atrius growled from above. His cock throbbed, angry and swelling as if it was about to reach the peak the demon sought right there and then, but it didn't. Again, it was left to cool down as the seconds ticked away in an excruciatingly frustrating manner. Azazel could feel the demon burn within as anger, pleasure, fury, arousal... all of it spun inside him in a raging whirlwind.

"Ninety-nine," Azazel said, his voice still as calm and melodic as if he were counting sheep. But he wasn't.

Atrius' red, burning eyes grew wide at him. A louder yet still muffled growl came from the demon. When Azazel took hold of the his cock again, Atrius started huffing right away, growling unintelligible words at him as the angel stroked his member with his deft fingers until the pleasure became too much. Then it was only groaning, desperate thrusting and pleasure until the peak came and Azazel let go yet again.

The angel trailed the very tip of his little claw against the underside of that pulsing, angry cock just before stopping. "Ninety-eight."

The demon's body grew hotter. As his essence swelled, Atrius' fur grew so hot that little trails of smoke could be seen coming from it. Anger and lust combined themselves and soon, the demon's powerful muscles were straining as hard as they could all over again to fight against the restraints keeping him from getting what he wanted. What he needed. Yet it was to no avail.

Azazel reached for his cock again and resumed his activities.

With his hand alone, Azazel reached the number eighty-two. By then, Atrius was raging storm of frustration, fighting against his restraints without ceasing. Sweat on the demon's body sizzled against the burning heat of his skin and evaporated immediately as the demon grew more and more frantic. By then, the angel thought he'd change things up a little.

It was a delight to see Atrius' expression of sheer surprise when the angel went down to one knee in front of him. Then, Azazel's hand grabbed the base of Atrius' cock, but this time it wasn't to stroke it. Instead, the angel only directed it downwards so that his muzzle could properly tend to the demon's member. Azazel closed his eyes, feasting on feeling the intensity of the demon's arousal when his tongue met the tip of Atrius' cock. Its soft, velvet-like warmth teased the head of the demon's length, tasting the precum that came from it immediately, and the surge of pleasure coming from Atrius was high enough so that Azazel's own rock hard erection pulsed once between his legs.

It took but mere seconds for him to reach number eighty-one.

Though the demon's cock was too large for the angel to properly take into his muzzle completely, Azazel's tongue was adept enough to please better than any mortal ever could. He focused on every single spot of pleasure the demon had, sometimes just suckling against the demon's cockhead, sometimes pairing it up with expert stroking to bring the pleasure to a maximum. The only time Azazel's soft tongue would leave the demon's cock was to retreat when he was at the very brink of orgasm again. Only then would the angel take the time to lick his lips and savor the searing hot precum he had gathered there. Right before his voice counted down to the next number.

He brought Atrius to the very possible edge of orgasm twenty-two more times with his tongue.

"Fifty-nine, my demon," Azazel announced. He dared not touch the pulsing cock in front of him, for he knew it was going to be enough to push the demon past the edge, but his claw still came up to collect the tendril of precum that was falling from the tip before it reached the ground so that he could bring it up to his muzzle. He licked his finger clean of it, all while staring at Atrius' wide eyes of pure rage that glowered down at him.

The demon's hands were curled into tight fists up above. His claws burned in an incandescent tone of red, searing hot even if pressed against the flesh of his own paws. Azazel got to see how every single muscle in Atrius' body stiffened and hardened as the demon put all of his strength into fighting against the Light keeping him bound. He could feel the colossal strength of the Atrius' struggle against the restraints the angel had made, but yet still it was not enough to break free of them. Atrius' muzzle let out a series of guttural growl-like sounds that voiced his unrivalled fury, but the demon remained helpless. Stuck there for the angel to enjoy.

"I think it's time we get a little more... creative," Azazel said, his voice still dripping with a tone of teasing. He brought his finger up to slowly trail it through the underside of the demon's cooling cock, then just nuzzled it playfully with his cold canine nose before he stood back up. "You haven't seen half of it yet, Atrius."

With a sly smirk, Azazel leaned forward against the demon's exposed chest. He brought his tongue out to give one single, long lick that went right over the demon's nipple and then, there where his tongue had trailed, his Light remained. Azazel didn't quite solidify it as he had before, but instead, the glowing light over the demon's nipple glittered. Tingled. Atrius let out a muffled groan and the angel's smirk evolved into a bit of a grin.

He knew how that would feel. The teasing tingle of his Light, it would be as if his tongue was trailing over that nub of sensitive flesh, again and again, teasing it over and over again. Azazel trailed a playful claw over Atrius' beautiful stomach muscles while he watched the demon cope to get used to the new continuous stimuli, then he leaned forward to slowly trail his tongue over the demon's other nipple to repeat the process, leaving his Light there as well.

When he knelt down in front of Atrius again, he reached number fifty-eight faster than any of the other edges before it.

Atrius let out a muffled howl of fury and frustration. The Light didn't stop teasing his nipples, but his cock, so very, very close to orgasm, was left alone again.

"Getting hard to endure, my demon?" Azazel asked, still grinning. Atrius' frenzied glare down towards him was so powerful that he could almost feel the demonic rage made manifest. It pleased Azazel greatly. "Why don't we move on to something even better?"

Still down on one knee, the angel simply shot a sly glance up at the bound demon before he turned to face the pulsing cock in front of him. He grabbed the demon's huge tool at the base with a hand to direct it back towards his muzzle until the drooling tip was almost touching his nose. Then, Azazel extended his tongue out and applied one single slow lick with the tip of his tongue dragging itself from the base of the demon's cockhead all the way to the top.

Azazel smiled when he retreated his tongue. Just as before, where it had been, Light remained. It was a delight to see Atrius' furious eyes widening when he directed the Light to start its tease, assaulting the sensitive head of the demon's cock in its merciless onslaught of pure pleasure.

"HNNNRRRGHH!" Atrius howled. His cock started pulsing, the Light's stimulation constant and relentless over the edged demon. It was a matter of seconds before Azazel felt the demon returning to the point of orgasm with such strong incitement. It was only when he felt that Atrius was close enough that Azazel slowly opened the hand still holding the base of Atrius member. Where he had held it, a tight ring of solid Light remained, but this one glowed in a special way.

The angel stood up, stepped back, and grinned once more. Atrius closed his eyes and moaned through his forcefully shut muzzle as the merciless pleasure from the Light remaining right over his cock brought him to the point of orgasm, and yet, though his cock started pulsing as if to shoot... the ring of light Azazel had placed at the base did not allow it to happen.

It took but a few seconds of Atrius' essence stuck in that perpetual period of pre-orgasm for the demon's eyes to shoot open wide, realizing what the angel had been planning.

"HMMMMRRRMMFF!" Atrius tried to yell. Puffs of hot smoke came from the demon's nose with each quick breath. Azazel could see how his whole body was tense, his balls pulled up, every physical aspect of his flesh preparing for the incoming orgasm that every nerve his form had constructed told him was coming, but with each second that passed, it didn't come. And yet, the feeling of that tongue never ceased teasing the demon's cock and nipples, pushing and urging forward to finish with the pleasure he craved.

Azazel watched the demon while bringing his paw down to idly give his own hard member a few idle strokes out of pure enjoyment. The bliss of an angel inflicted on a demon. Azazel's other paw came to slowly trail a claw over the length of Atrius' pulsing and denied cock.

"Isn't it beautiful? There is a point down the line where too much pleasure becomes torture." The angel chuckled. "Who can say that pleasure is a tool of the heavens?" Atrius's crazed eyes glared down at him. The demon put all of his efforts into howling and pulling against his bonds, desperate to reach down and end the perpetual cycle of pleasure and denial the angel had inflicted upon him.

Azazel wrapped his hand around the demon's cock. With the light still stimulating his cockhead without ceasing, the smaller winged canine still gave the monstrous cock a few strokes, making Atrius huff harder in pleasure and denial above him. His other hand came up to feel the demon's muscles, but his body felt so hot that it felt like it might burn his flesh if he touched it for too long.

"There's really no point in counting anymore, is there? Oh, Atrius... Maybe I ought to just leave you here like this," the angel mused.

"HMMMRFFHH!" The demon roared through his Light-shut muzzle. Azazel could feel Atrius' essence burning like wildfire, his desperation rising.

"Who's to say how long it'd be before anyone, angel or demon, found you here in this infinite wasteland that is the Abyss? I could just up and leave now. Even if they found out, no angel would frown upon me, for the fate of a demon hardly matters in their heavenly ordeals..."

Atrius' red eyes burned bright in tandem with the fire that grew within him. The demon stared down at the angel, his hands clenched into tight fists, his muscles straining with all the might he could muster. Azazel's canine ears twitched when he felt the first crack, yet just as he looked up to see the Light losing its form near Atrius' raised left wrist, it all came crashing down at once.

"HnnnhhrrrRRRGGHHAAARGH!" The large canine demon's strength finally beat the Light's resistance. When the first cuff of light shattered and lost its form, the others did just as well. The angel felt the push against his essence, the overwhelming heat of Atrius' demonic self, and in a split second all of the Light inflicted upon the demon took a darker form, succumbing to his corruption and then disappearing.

Azazel barely had a moment to take a step back before Atrius' oversized paw advanced upon him with unparalleled speed, grabbing the smaller angel by his neck, squeezing it and lifting him up from the ground by it alone. Azazel brought his own paws to the wrist grabbing his neck in a natural reflex.

"YOU SNEAKY LITTLE WINGED BASTARD!" Atrius yelled right in front of the angel's face. Azazel couldn't breathe and his mortal-like flesh was starting to complain about it. Droplets of slobber flew onto his muzzle as the much larger demonic canine snarled with his oversized teeth just inches away from the angel's snout. Atrius' searing hot claws had raked and pierced his flesh in a violent way as the demon kept his hold, but though the angel felt some measure of pain over the demon's furious reaction... Azazel still smiled up at him.

"Dirty ANGEL! That was NOT part of the agreement!" Atrius' yelling echoed through the abyss. The demon's cock, still as hard, eager and angry as before, was hard-pressed against the angel's smaller body, staining his perfect fur with hot precum. Azazel's hand tugged at Atrius' hold, signalling at the claws searing his flesh, and the demon finally seemed to notice it. Atrius' anger subsided, even if only by a tiny bit, but enough for him to release his grasp and let the angel fall down. Azazel's body went into a small fit of coughing, gasping for the air it needed, and when the angel brought his hand up to feel the 'wound' that had been left on his neck he felt his flesh tore open. There was no real pain and no blood, but instead white, silvery Light escaped and irradiated from within him through the wound just above his shoulder.

The angel's smile didn't waver. "Now this is more like it, Atrius. If I wanted a simple, caring lover I'd find some mortal to grace with my presence. I come here because I want a beast."

Atrius continued to snarl, his large, still fiery eyes narrowing towards the angel. The demon's large paw went down to give his eager, pulsing cock a few strokes. Azazel could feel the demon's heightened arousal still lingering from all of his treatment.

"You're playing with fire, Azazel..." Atrius growled with his voice cold.

The demon advanced upon him once more, this time grabbing the smaller angel by the waist. Again, Atrius' searing claws wounded his side, but though Azazel brought both of his hands up to Atrius' chest, he did nothing more than grunt and groan from the roughness by which he was handled. Atrius lifted him up as if it was nothing, pulling the angel up until he was sitting right above the length of his oversized cock. All so that large snarling muzzle could be pressed right against the angel's ear.

"I'll make SURE you get burned."

In the roughest of manners, Azazel was twisted around and thrown to the ground. The angel managed to catch himself but ended up on his hands and knees and before he could do anything else, the large demon was upon him. Atrius' oversized paw came to the back of the angel's head and pushed it down violently, pressing the side of Azazel's muzzle against the dusty ground. The angel's wings spread from his back even if only slightly in a reflex that was as natural as the way his hands pushed against the ground below. Yet, Atrius' chest was soon pressed against his back, keeping his wings at bay beneath his monstrous form. Azazel grunted. In a contest of physical strength, he obviously stood no chance against the demon.

"Atrius-" Azazel grunted beneath the demon, but all Atrius did was snarl up near his ear, loud enough to suppress any words he might have. The demon's other large paw grabbed Azazel's side and hip, those burning claws raking at him again, but the angel's grunts were of little concern to the angry demon. There was only one thing Atrius wanted, Azazel knew, and he was going to get it.

When that large, rock hard cock was pressed against his back, Azazel braced himself.

It took just a little more angry grunting from the demon as he shifted and repositioned, then that oversized cock was no longer pressed against the angel, but instead, its tip found Azazel's uncovered rump. Atrius' claw holding his hips pulled the angel's backside up against himself while still keeping Azazel's head pressed on the ground.

There was no ceremony. No words, no preparation, no mercy. Azazel had seen to that when he did what he did.

When Atrius pushed forward, the angel's voice, once so beautiful and controlled, echoed through the abyss in a groan akin to that of a demon. His form was not quite made to take something as big as the demon's cock, yet Atrius did not care. Azazel felt the angry demon forcing his tip against tailhole until finally, it gave in under Atrius' demonic, enhanced strength.

Feeling that cock spearing him made Azazel moan out loud.

"You... sneaky... filthy... winged deceiver..." Atrius snarled. Azazel could feel the demon drooling against the back of his neck. The whole of Atrius' body felt hot against his own, the way he held the angel down made both his wings and each of his limbs ache with discomfort, but all of that was nothing but a small droplet out of the sea of feeling that was the demon's burning cock pressing into his backside. Atrius thrust forward once again, managing to bury a few more inches of his length into the downed angel, and each and every one of the nerves of his flesh screamed feeling at him. Azazel moaned once more.

Though not even half of the demon's cock had been buried into the angel, Atrius must have deemed it enough, for he started pulling back only to then shove himself back down against the angel in a new violent motion that had Azazel feeling a pool of his own drool gather on the ground around his muzzle, escaping through his gritted teeth. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. So much feeling. Atrius held him down with such violence that he could feel those claws pressing into his flesh, wounding him further. Flashes of his white Light escaping from his body were seen at the corner of his eyes, but he did not care about those at all.

The pain was his pleasure.

Atrius was a growling beast above him. The horny demon pulled back and shoved himself forward again, this time a little deeper than before, then he did it again and again, getting into a steady and rough fucking motion that would have shook the smaller angel each time if his mean claws weren't holding him still. If Azazel had been counting like before, he wouldn't have gotten far before the demon, already having been brought to the edge numerous times, sped up the fucking. Azazel could feel the pleasure rising in Atrius' essence just like before, except that now he had a thousand other things to feel as well. Yet, sure enough, it came.

Atrius lifted his muzzle up and howled up to the fog-filled skies of the Abyss. Azazel could feel it on his insides. A flood of molten hot demon seed that he himself had helped build up erupted from the demon's throbbing cock, yet Atrius did not stop the fucking for a single second even as the overwhelming pleasure of orgasm overtook him.

It was more than just cum, though. The demon's seed was his essence, and as it flooded the angel's insides, Azazel felt his limbs trembling. His moaning voice weakened and the Light pouring from his wounds grew dim as Atrius' corruption spread through him. Even his wings, limp at his side, lost a little bit of their heavenly glow with the demonic influence growing in him.

And Azazel's smile widened. His own cock remained rock hard beneath him, though even if he wished it, he had no strength or freedom to reach down to it. Silver-white precum glistened around the tip, a resonance of all the pleasure that came along the pain from the rough fucking.

Atrius huffed against the back of his neck. Even the demon's breath felt hot, warming up the air around it. Finally, the demon started slowing down, but not before pushing forward and hilting his cock as far into the angel as he could manage in a single push, burying over half of that monstrous length into Azazel all over again and eliciting a new drawn-out groan from the fallen angel.

"Not so chatty anymore, Azazel?" Atrius asked. Azazel didn't need to bother looking back to know that the demon was right back to grinning. "Feeling a little worn out? But we're only just beginning too!"

Azazel let out a small exhausted chuckle. "Do your worst, Atrius. Show me the beast."

The angel's daring comment brought a new short snarl from the demon. Azazel felt Atrius' paw leaving his head and freeing it, but only so that the demon's much larger snout could come to his ear to whisper with his growly voice.

"With pleasure."

Atrius' paw holding his waist wrapped up around it. Those sharp claws raked at the angel's plain, lean chest when the angel was suddenly lifted up from the ground. With little to no effort, Atrius lifted him, causing Azazel to grit his teeth hard and grunt when he was pulled up with the demon's cock still impaling him. Holding Azazel tight against his chest, Atrius' other hand came on beneath Azazel's leg to provide further support when the demon pulled the angel up to stand with him.

"Hnnnngh-!" Azazel moaned. When they stood straight, gravity forced his ass to spread even wider around the demon's cock, an act that Atrius definitely intended, for the demon jut his hips up at the same time to make sure the angel's ass was spread as wide as it could around his girth.

The demon huffed in pure pleasure behind him. Atrius' rough claws pressed harder against his chest, hard enough for white Light to start pouring out from the claw marks. Holding the angel against his chest, Atrius used his leverage on Azazel's leg to lift the angel up on his cock, just enough to pull halfway out, then thrust up at the same time as he let the angel fall down on his cock once more. Atrius let out a hearty laugh at the moan Azazel let out at the new rough motion.

The demon readjusted him. He pulled his head under Azazel's wing, using his own shoulder to support the angel's appendage as a mean to further his leverage, yet also so that he could press his snout against Azazel's neck. Atrius' tongue came to lick right over the claw wound he had inflicted on the angel's neck earlier. Even the demon's tongue felt hot, enough so that the overwhelmed angel moaned again.

"Such pretty Light..." Atrius growled. "Such pretty, delicious Light..."

Before Azazel could even gather himself up to say anything in response, the demon was right back to fucking him. In this new position, the angel had somehow even less freedom than before. He used one of his arms to grab at Atrius' powerful arm holding him up, but all he could do was moan. Again and again to the oversized demon cock that thrust into him. Before long, Atrius was panting and huffing with pleasure again.

The demon held him with little regard. As Atrius grew closer to his second climax, his body grew hotter again. His claws tightened in their hold against the angel, holding him and sinking his claws into him to keep him still so that he could fuck better. The sheer savagery of the act had Azazel himself out of breath. It was a wild, bestial type of carnal pleasure that no mortal or even angel could ever hope to match.

"I'm going to fuck you until you beg for mercy, Azazel, and then I'm going to fuck you a hundred times more." Atrius snarled, right against his ear with his bestial voice. The demon proved the veracity of his words by giving the angel a particularly harsh thrust that had Azazel letting out a weak groan, yet at the same time, pearly-white precum flew from his own hard cock bouncing in front of him.

Atrius must have noticed that for the demon's large paw holding his leg moved further up, letting his arm support the angel below his thigh so that his large paw could grip the angel's pulsing member.

"And what would the other angels say if they saw this, Azazel? Getting off on demon seed. On corruption!" Atrius' hand grasping his cock started stroking it. It was a rough, wild stroke that was almost painful, yet it still made Azazel's moans grow with renewed vigor as more pleasure joined the mix of pain taking over all of his flesh.

Atrius timed the stroking with his fucking. As the demon grew rougher and faster, so did his grip on the angel's cock. Azazel was living proof that just as pleasure could be pain, so could pain become pleasure. The angel felt so much. The decades he had waited to see Atrius again combined could not hope to match what Azazel felt at that moment, with Atrius' muzzle breathing down at the side of his neck and his oversized cock thrusting into him mercilessly. Though his whole body burned, the angel's lips curled into a weak smile. It was all he could muster through the moaning, through the pain and, most of all, through the pleasure.

As a result of all of that, it was Azazel's gratification that echoed through the wasteland first. The angel's blue eyes closed and his whole body tensed up, making Atrius' fucking feel even more intense when a pleasure like no other overwhelmed him. The Light pouring from his wounded body grew brighter for a moment, then his cock started pulsing in the demon's grip right before the first jet of silvery-white cum spurted out forward to fly high, shooting forward in a high arch before falling down on the dusty ground with a subtle thump.

The sheer intensity of his orgasm amplified everything tenfold. A hundred times. The pain, the corruption, everything Azazel felt got mixed up and rose within him in a few seconds of pure, unparalleled bliss. The word 'bliss' wasn't even enough to warrant the intensity of what Azazel felt, for no angel could ever inflict on him what Atrius could. For just a small moment, Azazel pressed his muzzle tenderly against the demon's powerful chest even as they both rocked back and forth for the demon's lust-filled fucking.

More of the angel's cum flew out of his cock until it was dribbling against Atrius' finger. His Light-filled essence sizzled against the demon's flesh, yet even through that the demon, so lost in his own lust, didn't even seem to notice it. He simply continued stroking and fucking, throwing the angel into spasms of post-orgasmic torture that made Azazel's toes curl and more moaning come from his already tired throat.

Atrius' second orgasm wasn't far behind, though. From the flood of demon seed that Azazel felt flooding into him, one would not have guessed that the demon had only just cummed a short while ago, but that virile level of productivity was part of why Azazel had chosen Atrius for this aeons ago.

Again, the angel felt his essence weaken. His Light didn't just grow dimmer this time, but rather its silvery color started taking a darker hue, much like the corrupted Light that had enveloped Atrius earlier. He could feel the corruption spreading inside him, doing more than just burn, but changing his very being. Changing his laws, his power, his self. Azazel rejoiced in it.

The second orgasm was enough for Atrius to slow down a little. He kept his cock as deep into the angel as before, but even the demon was a little short of breath. Finally, Atrius let go of Azazel's cock, which fell limp over his thigh in post-orgasmic exhaustion, yet still remained hard and erect. Claw marks adorned the angel's manhood as a testament of Atrius' savagery in handling it.

"Look at you... Half-way from becoming a demon yourself..." Atrius said, chuckling behind him. Exhausted, Azazel glanced down to see that he had already gone a little farther than he thought. The angel let out a weak chuckle of his own. The searing claw wounds on his skin were pouring corrupted light and it was causing his beautiful, perfect furred skin around it to crack around the openings as the corruption spread within him. Atrius' paw around his chest pulled him tighter against his body and the demon shook his hips with what Azazel was sure had the sole intention of shifting that cock inside him to make him groan. He succeeded.

"Maybe this time I'll corrupt you all the way, Azazel..." the demon whispered against the panting archangel's ears. "Turn those wings of yours dark. Gorge on all of your Light. Turn you into a little thrall, following me around so that I can bend you over and fuck you hard whenever and wherever I please..."

Azazel glanced back at the demon. His dog-like ears folded back against his head without him meaning to. He had to admit that a little part deep inside him sparked up with worry. Weakened and corrupted as he was, the angel was entirely at the demon's mercy, and though Atrius was Atrius, he was still a demon.

Azazel forced himself to smirk, though, even if he could still barely breathe through the corruption. "Then you'd never see me again..."

Atrius chuckled at the response. "I'd never have to listen to your annoying retorts or suffer through your cheap tricks."

The demon, however, took the time to nuzzle the back of Azazel's neck. "Too much?" Atrius asked.

Azazel still needed to take an extra second to breathe a little more before he could answer. The angel smiled. "Not nearly enough..."

"Well then..." Atrius's muzzle opened a pleased, toothy smile of his own. "Shall I rip off your pretty wings for you again, my angel?"

Atrius' hold on him tightened again. His cock shifted, his claws pressed against his skin and the demon's soft growling returned. Before Azazel could even answer, he felt Atrius' grip shifting, the demon's large fangs threatening the back of his neck and his paw caressing his right wing.

Azazel closed his eyes. He didn't have to answer. His cock that had been spent hardened and throbbed again at the thought of what was still ahead of him. The heat of Atrius' manhood and body against his own warmed him in a way that no other could. The angel's weak smile widened. Sometimes, it felt good to be bad.