Angel.
The angel was there.
He filled the space of its serene and gracious presence.
The angel was there.
He filled the space of its serene and gracious presence.
Yet this pose, orderly, was a historic position of offering and position of a slave, a sex slave.
She forced him to remove the thighs, arching backs, bulging chest, and so shamelessly exposing sex, breast, kidney and putting them within reach depraved that it could grasp, seize , use it.
But the delicacy, the nobility of attitude Angel's outweighed any thought of immodesty or humiliation.
Yes, the offering was there, but it was the offering of the body of an angel given to a demon.
And the devil was defeated.
The man behind the demon saw only beauty.
...
The devil was in vain to give the angel ordered to kneel, face against the ground at his feet, the angel did so, the magic continues.
His supernatural beauty never left. The demon growled
, the man wondered.
And the devil, war weary, paused a moment and sat at the feet of man, like a gigantic black cat, calm and mellowed.
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