Fallen From Grace 1: Contamination
Usual disclaimers apply here: Don't read if you're under the legal age for your area or if you don't enjoy this kind of stuff.
Note: This is my first attempt at anything yiffy or erotic, so things may be a bit jittery and not fleshed out yet. This is only the first part of a story. If I receive enough feedback to warrant a continuation, I'll complete it, as I already have future parts planned out.
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Glints of silver metal shone across the field, combining with the clash of sword on claw to create the atmosphere of battle. This was the atmosphere that Samuel lived for. The angelic fox breathed in the damp air, aromas of blood and sweat mixing in the air. Stepping to the edge of the knoll to gaze upon the battlefield, he knelt to better examine the goings on of the fight on the Fields of Limbo.
Fur as white as pure divinity, Samuel was a high commander in God's army. An angel of the highest choir, Samuel had devoted his existance to defending the Gates of Heaven from the heathens of Hell and Purgatory. Though his soul had existed for thousands of millenia, his form held the shape of a tall and decivingly unmuscular 21-year-old arctic fox. While his form held steady through the years, Samuel had seen more battles and watched more fellow angels fall from grace than he would care to relive.
The armor he wore covered his chest, arms, and legs from attacks of the Hell Hounds, yet the armor had always seemed to be an inhibition to Samuel. Being in such good graces with his Lord, Samuel was blessed with a divine armor: an armor invisible to all but forged by the hands of God himself that protected its wearer from anything of Hellish origin.
"These Hell beasts refuse to yield, Samuel," said an elder lion angel as he stood next to Samuel, their wings ruffling in the slight breeze. "For every one that we cut down, it seems that Satan sends two more to take their place."
"We have yet to use all of our resources as well, Michael," Samuel responded as he stood, gazing over as his fellow commander.
Unlike Samuel, who had decided to keep his form youthful, Michael allowed his form to show the ravages that the Divine Wars had taken on him. Michael's muzzle held a few wrinkles and his mane had began to turn grey, setting it apart from the bright yellow fur that covered his body. All this, coupled with the scar across and through his right eye and his stout form, gave him a very aged and wise appearance. His appearance was very deciving, as Michael kept a pair of short daggers sheathed at his sides at all times and was lethal with them.
"Are you saying that we should enter the fray?" Michael said, turning his head to face Samuel, a soft chuckle eminating from his throat.
"Why should we leave the fun to the lesser angels?" Samuel said, pulling his spear from the ground, a small spike on the end of the shaft held the spear upright in the ground. "And regardless, we're much stronger than any of the angels out there, and our presence not only bolsters moral, but also saves many from being destroyed."
Samuel spun the spear in his paws, the long shaft made of a pure white metal that seemed to melt into his body and become an extension of himself. The head of the spear had only a small hilt, embedded with a saphhire that glowed even in darkness. The blade on the spear continued on for a food and a half after the hilt and glowed white whenever Samuel touched it as the diving armor he wore extended itself to his weapon as well.
Michael ruffled his wings behind him and lifted his arms above his head, clentching his paws together and stretching as his back popped. "So, shall we make use of our talents and send these beasts back to hell?" Michael said, placing his paws on the ends of the daggers casually.
"Let's go," Samuel said valiently, flaring his wings into the air and lifting off from the ground, aiming the point of the spear towards the center of the mass of Hell Hounds. "To battle!!" he yelled, taking off directly at the Hounds. Michael roared along with Samuel's battlecry as he too took off, unsheathing his daggers and holding their blades down towards his hips as he barreled towards the mass of creatures.
Baring down on an isolated group of beasts, Samuel took the end of the shaft in his left paw and took hold of other end of the shaft with his other paw and bent the rest of the spear behind himself. The power stored by the stretching of the shaft was released all at once as he released his right paw as he came within a few feet of head of the first beast; the sharp side of the spear's blade arcing through the air before smashing into the skull of a Hell Hound. A pain-riddled howl pierced the chorus of the battlefield as the Hound's black fur became splattered with it's own blood and chunks of it's brain.
As the creature collapsed, Samuel twisted his body in mid-air as he came back to the soil, landing a stiff, aerial round-house kick to the face of another beast. His spear unlodged itself from the skull of the first beast and Samuel used the remainder of his momentum to snap the spear through the air and straight through the body of a third Hell Hound. Samuel stood and spun his body around, drawing the tip of his blade through the reddened soil in a circle around him as three Hell Hounds crumpled to the ground.
"Now the fight truly begins!" Samuel yelled, diving at the closest Hound. The tip of his spear quickly ripped through the furred throat of the creature, the only spot on its body that could create a guarenteed fatal wound. All of Samuel's hearing was consumed by the gentle gurgling of the beasts blood as it passed through the small opening and came into contact with the pure air of the fields.
Samuel pulled the spear from the dying beast and dove at the next closest beast, parrying a stab from the long, claw-like protrusions that came from the upper arm of the Hell Hounds that they used for their primary weapon, and jammed the spear into the beast's gut. Quickly he pulled the spear back, the blade lodged in the beast's stomach, and he spun, smiling as he heard and felt the crack of the elbow piece of his armor against the chin of the creature and his spear slipping free. A series of three quick thrusts straight to the throats dispatched the next three incoming beasts and a 360 degree slash gutted all of the beasts within the spears reach. Samuel leaded forward, panting heavily as his eyes darted from one creature to the next.
"Fucking.... armor...," Samuel panted out before swirling his spear around a last time to back the hounds off, before jamming the end of the spear into the ground.
The divine armor Samuel wore arched out from him, using the extension of the staff to create a protective bubble around himself. Wasting not a moment, he began to strip each part of the silvery armor off, the different pieces clanging loudly to the ground, and soon he stood, clothed only in a modest loin cloth. Pulling the spear from the ground, the armor returned to protect Samuel's body. He turned and charged into the next mass of monsters, his speed and movements now as if he was a liquid, the beasts unable to react quick enough as many of them were quickly slashed beneath his spear.
Only a few moments had passed before all the Hell Hounds in Samuel's sight lay dead or dying. Stepping back in exhaustion, he felt his back come in contact with something. Instinctly he slashed his spear to his right side, a surprised look washing over his face as he felt something block his attack. Hearing the air move, he bent the spear to block an attack over his right shoulder.
"You really need to learn how to keep your clothes on in battle, Samuel," a voice said, chuckling and moving his blades away.
Samuel turned and saw that was Michael that he had backed into and inadvertantly attacked.
"I'm sorry, Michael" Samuel said, chuckling a bit, "I just get in the zone and that armor gets so inhibiting. I've got a divine armor anyway, I don't need that metal protecting me. It looks like the battle is over, I don't see any Hell Hounds anymore."
"Look over your shoulder," Michael said, nodding in a direction behind Samuel at one last beast in the distance, running away, "One last one left, want to take care of it?"
"Of course," Samuel said, chuckling and turning to face the escaping beast.
In a single jump, Samuel took to the air and dove down towards the beast with his spear ready to lunge. He smiled happily as he saw the beast stop; his smile ceased to be as the beast spun around as Samuel reached him and a glint of a claw flew through the air. Samuel's body hit the ground with a thud and he rolled to his back. Glancing down, he saw a large gash across his body. His vision blurred as he looked at his assailant, and he gasped.
"A wolf-demon.... What are you doing here?" Samuel said, his breath slowing.
"I had a mission, and I succeeded," the demon said before disappearing in a blaze of fire.
A form rushed over to Samuel and quickly checked his vitals and tried to get his attention and keep him from passing out, but it was all for not as Samuel's eyes closed as his body began to shut down.
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"Wake up, sleepy head," a soft voice said, pulling Samuel from the deep sleep he had entered on the battlefield.
"Huh..... what?" Samuel responded, eyes slowly flickering open as a cold compress was set on his forehead.
"I was worried you were going to sleep the whole day away," the voice said again.
With his eyes now open, Samuel finally put a face to the gentle voice that was towering above him. Alex, a small feline page wrapped in a robe, stood above him, a kind smile across his face. Alex was barely 16 when he had died at the hands of a renegade demon and found himself alone in heaven. Quickly deciding that he wanted to do something so that no others would have to face the same fate that he did, Alex joined a group of volunteer beings that tended to the wounded angels after battles.
"What happened, Alex?" Samuel said, attempting to sit up from the cloth bed but only to be shot back down as pain raced from his gut to every inch of his body. "Fuck! Ahh..."
Quickly Alex moved in, helping Samuel rest back again. "Don't strain yourself. That was a nasty wound that Damien gave you."
"His name was Damien?" Samuel said, groaning softly.
"Yea, Michael said he recognized the eyes," Alex responded, rinsing the cloth in a water basin before returning it to Samuel's forehead. "He's a powerful demon apparently. You're lucky his claw didn't slice you in half."
"Damn," Samuel said, adjusting himself on the bed while he gazed up at the top of the medical tent, "so is that why he was able to pierce my armor?"
"That," Alex said, his tone now worried, "even Gabriel is not sure about. He promised he'd be down here before the sun sets to check on you and try and find out what went wrong. Michael mentioned that he felt a very powerful evil when he got over to you."
"Yea," Samuel said, closing his eyes as the wet cloth slowly moved down his body, cooling off his fur, "he was able to teleport away; very few demons except for Satan himself are capable of doing that.
Alex smiled down at Samuel and slowly moved the cloth down to press on the large gash that ripped from Samuel's left hip to just under his right nipple.
"I was really worried about you, seeing someone like you fall in battle makes me so worried for your health," Alex said, pressing the compress down gently.
The moment the cloth pressed against the wound Samuel's vision blurred and his ears began to ring. A blunt pain shot through his whole body while he shook his head in an attempt to clear his senses.
"What'd you say, Alex?" Samuel said, blinking as his vision returned to him.
"I said, seeing someone like you fall in battle makes me lust for your body," Alex said, the smile now replaced by a seductive smirk.
"What, what?!" Samuel said, sliding his body up the bed slightly, bracing for some pain but felt none, and was astonished to find that his wound had disappeared.
"Do I have to repeat myself a third time?" Alex said, deftly dropping the robe from his body and exposing his naked form and sliding his body onto the bed and inbetween Samuel's legs. "I lust for you. Haven't you noticed how effiminate my body is? God simply made a mistake when he chose my gender after creating my body."
Alex's paw slowly slid it's way up and under Samuel's loin cloth, the very tips of Alex's fingers making their first contact with the soft underside of Samuel's balls. Samuel squirmed, this being the first time that anyone, including himself, had touched those parts of him.
Alex continued, a tone of desperate lust permeating his voice. "If I would have had time to mature on Earth, I'm sure I would have become a tailraiser. I'm glad I died when I did, how else would I be able to be surrounded by well-hung dreamboat angels all day long?"
Alex's paw suddenly and firmly gripped Samuel's balls and caused his cock to being to poke its way out of its sheath, his other paw slowly sliding up Samuel's firm chest. Alex began to purr loudly and squeeze Samuel's balls.
"Al...Alex... s-sto...stop this now," Samuel forced out, new feelings rushing over his body at Alex's touch. "Males were not made to do these things with other males. God has made it a sin to do such a thing."
"Did God tell this to your face? Or do you just assume it?" Alex responded, sliding his body closer to Samuel's.
Using a single claw, Alex ripped the band that held the loin cloth on Samuel and tossed it away, revealing all of Samuel's growing red cock to Alex. His eyes went wide with a powerful lust as he gazed on Samuel's shaft, Alex's paws still teasing the balls.
"No.... he hasn't.... but why were women created for sex and reproduction then.... Ugh...." Samuel's head rolled back, a previously unknown pleasure washing through all of his nerve endings and casuing his toes to curl.
"You're ready," Alex said, smiling. "Now cease your idle chattter and stand behind me and take me." Alex licked his lips and stared at the gleaming erection as it reached full mast from the teasing. "If you don't, this pleasure you're feeling will stop and never return."
Samuel groaned in pleasure as inhaled the scent of male arousal, both his and Alex's, before he swung a leg over Alex's head and stood, walking to the end of the bed. The seductive smile reappeared on Alex's face as his eyes followed the throbbing shaft as it moved behind him.
"I've never been taken before," Alex said, turning his head back forwards and lifting his tail, flicking it back and forth as he slid backwards so his back feet returned the the ground and he simply bend over the end of the bed. "So make sure you take me dry and rough, I'll keep myself cletched tightly around you. Make my virgin hole into your cum hole."
Lost in lust, Samuel stood behind Alex, his paw gently stroking his throbbing erection. Smiling as Alex did, Samuel moved his body in close to Alex's, pressing his large cock against Alex's tailhole.
"Don't take it easy," Alex snarled back, "rip my hole open!"
Samuel followed Alex's order and rammed his entire cock, sans knot, into Alex's tight hole in a single motion. The tight chute cletched down hard on Samuel's cock and caused him to nearly pass out in pure pleasure.
"Oh yea, that's the spot" Alex said, squirming under him in pleasure.
Samuel, now blinded by the pleasure that flowed from his crotch, pulled his cock out and thrust it back in, eliciting a very loud moan from Alex's muzzle. Pre cum slowly began loosen up Alex's hole, every thrust taking less and less work to achieve.
Soon enough sounds of moaning, murring, and purring eminated from the medical tent as Alex's and Samuel's balls smacked together while Samuel's hips lewdy slapped against Alex's tight ass cheeks. A paw of Alex's slowly found its way down to his now fully-erect cock and he began to stroke it gently; the hand was soon joined and subsequently replaced by Samuel's as he pleasured the younger feline.
Alex arched his back and lifted his chest from the bed, mewling loudly in extasy as he pressed his back against Samuel's chest. Samuel jerked Alex's cock harder and harder, murring louder each time Alex mewed in pleasure. Unconciously, Samuel began to lick and suck gently on Alex's shoulder, elicting even more purring from the submissive feline.
"Oh...... damn..." Alex moaned, clentching down hard on Samuel's invading cock, casuing them both to moan out loudly. "I love this... fuck.."
Alex's eyes rolled back into his head as he fought off his impending orgasm, the large shaft pummeling his insides and knot threatening entrace to him extending all of his limits to their breaking point. The feline purred louder and bared more of his neck to Samuel's gentle tongue.
Samuel's hips began to ram harder, his own orgasm not to be denied as easily as Alex held off his. Feeling his knot edge into Alex on each thrust, Samuel bit down on Alex's neck, small trickles of blood running down the feline's soft orange fur. The feline howled out in pleasure and pain as the sudden shock of the mating bite forced him over the edge and he spilled his seed all over the edge of the table, his body going limp in the process.
Taking the sudden lapse in the tightness of Alex's hole the moment before he orgasmed, Samuel thrust forward, his knot getting slurped up by Alex's tight hole as it began to milk the cum from Samuel's balls. Samuel threw his head back and howled in pleasure as he reached his first orgasm, flooding the tight innards of the feline.
Suddenly, a sharp pain exploded from Samuel's gut and rushed straight to his brain, his body shutting down again before his orgasm reached completion. He blinked his eyes and tried to fight off the feeling, but his mind gave in and Samuel's world gently faded to black.
To be continued...
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There we go, my first attempt at and kind of erotic story. I can be reached at [email protected] for any questions, comments, feedback (positive or negative, no flames though, please). As I mentioned before, enough response will give me a reason to continue this, as I do have plans for future additions.
A very special thanks has to go to Shadowfox for beta-reading this and giving me tips and inspiration for writing this.
Soundtrack: My Chemical Romance - "Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge"