A blinding light woke Baltoh up in the middle of the night, shining in through the window with the intensity of a stage light. Cursing, Baltoh shielded his eyes and looked through the balcony window. The stone shaft around the city had now been replaced with a swirling sea of molten rock, as if New York had been plopped right into the middle of a lava lamp. The city had literally burned through the Earth’s crust and was passing through the mantle. The only thing that kept New York from being instantly burned to a crisp was the fact that it was already technically separated from the physical universe of Cinereo.
“Time is running out…” Baltoh muttered before laying his head back down on the pillow.
With Selene and Molly’s naked bodies held tightly in his embrace, Baltoh quickly rolled to the side and flipped the bed as a stray blast struck the hotel room balcony and sent rubble and broken glass flying through the air. Outside, a battle had just started and the forces of Hell were once again advancing on New York.
“Girls, are you hurt?” Baltoh asked, pushing the mattress off them with his tail. They both shook their heads, jittery from the sudden shock.
“Good, then let’s get dressed. It is time to fight once again.” He said as he stood up, still clutching them against his bare chest.
After getting dressed, the hybrid and two Angels flew out of the destroyed hotel room and looked out over the city. Already, Archangels and Demons were zooming between the buildings while their blades and spells clashed, massive torrents of Gargoyles were bursting out of the ground like geysers of oil, and Bleaks and Sinners were marching through the city, battling the residents of New York. Baltoh quickly shot off towards the nearest deluge of Gargoyles with Selene and Molly following him.
“Angel Art: Wings of the Crusader! Demon Art: Blades of Darkness!” He called, stretching his wings to their maximum length.
Extending almost ten feet, two tempered auras of white light radiated from his Angel wings while two steel-like fins of dark energy stretched from his Demon Wings. Spinning like a top, Baltoh dove into the Gargoyle horde and instantly began carving a massive gap in their numbers. With his powered wings, he sliced the forces of Hell to pieces as if they were pieces of meat dropped into a food processor. Misty clouds of blood sprayed out from the rising pillar of Gargoyles and shredded body parts blanketed the surrounding area like sleet.
The sound of gunfire pulled Selene and Molly’s attention away from me and drew it downwards, where a van was speeding down the street with the driver desperately running over the Sinners and Gargoyles on foot. With how the vehicle was able to shatter the skeletons of the Sinners and rip apart the Gargoyles like pieces of fruit, it was obvious that the entire vehicle had been blessed, as well as the bullets being fired out the window from all the passengers.
As the van plowed through the dark forces that filled the street, glass rained down from the office building to their right as Sinners leapt from the windows, howling curses with their rusty swords in hand.
“Molly, try and hold them off!” Selene yelled as she swooped down to protect the van.
“Leave it to me!” He friend countered with fire in her heart, having developed a natural affinity for combat, just like Selene.
Pointing her hand at the raining skeletons, Molly launched the only long-range attack of the Angels; a narrow Divinity Ray, just like how Gargoyles could launch miniature Dark Pulses. The blast whiplashed across the building, not powerful enough to slice it in half like a full-sized Divinity Ray, but packing more than enough strength to obliterate the Sinners.
With broken and charred bones falling like hail but more Sinners continuing to land on and around the van, Selene took drastic action. Standing on the roof of the vehicle, she spun around like a ballerina while crouched with her wings extended, almost making the van look like a helicopter with its rotor spinning. Any skeletons that tried to land on the van instead collided with Selene’s wings, which were glowing with holy energy. On contact, the skeletons were shattered like glass vases and their bones were charred as if sprayed with blowtorches.
Just beneath her, the passengers inside the van were firing their guns at the Gargoyles and Sinners that were chasing the van like lions after an elephant. Blessed by Angels, their bullets were more than affective against the dark legions, shattering the Sinners’ skeletons and blasting gory holes straight through the Gargoyles like deer slugs through wild boars.
Up ahead, Molly landed on the roof of a city bus which had an interior caked with blood and aimed her hands at the hordes of Sinners and Gargoyles chasing after the van. With a roar of fury, she launched two beams of golden energy from her palms, sending them streaking past the van and carving through the dark forces. With each she one cut down, five more would take its place, drawn by the commotion of battle. But no matter how many showed up, she refused to allow her supply of energy to run out.
While she had told Baltoh and Selene that she had accepted and moved on from her death, it was not 100% true. The thrill of battle and sight of the Gargoyles and Sinners were bringing back memories of the pain and humiliation she suffered at the hands of the Demons. That pain was turning into rage and determination, and the steely resolve to avenge her own death and fight back against the unholy spawn that had raped and tortured her. Every flash of a memory from her death made her blood burn in her veins like molten metal and caused angry tears to stream down her face, but it also caused the twin beams of light shooting from her hands to increase in size and power, almost turning into actual Divinity Rays.
With a loud shriek, she doubled her output, making the ground shake and the windows of the bus shatter into pieces. The beams of light obliterated the Sinners and Demons, finally allowing the passengers in the van to get some semblance of safety.
“Get to Yankee Stadium, that’s where everyone is being guarded.” Selene said to the driver as the van came to a momentary stop.
Once the van left, Selene flew over to Molly, who was wiping away her tears.
“Hey, are you ok?” She asked softly, brushing back a lock of Molly’s golden hair.
“Yeah, fighting is just helping me get over some issues.” She replied, taking a deep breath. With a tender smile, Selene leaned forward and kissed her.
Their consolation was cut short as the building behind them exploded into a tidal wave of rubble from a Bleak clawing its way up from Hell and into New York. Selene and Molly quickly raised their hands and each fired a beam of holy energy at the evil conglomerate, managing to singe its body but only inflicting as much damage as a pair of magnifying glasses on a tree trunk. The beast snarled and shielded its face from the lasers, causing two narrow pillars of smoke to rise up from its hand. Reaching down, the Bleak grabbed Selene and Molly and held them up, squeezing them in its powerful grip.
Crying out in the pain of the vice-like strength of the Bleak’s skeletal hands, Selene and Molly both aimed their hands at the creature’s face and fired a beam of light into its eyes, blinding the creature and causing smoke to pour forth from its eye sockets. The beast reared back and howled in agony, tightening its grip on Selene and Molly to the point where they both coughed up blood. With its vision blurry, the Bleak opened its jaws and began charging a Dark Pulse.
A kilometer away, Baltoh was facing five Demons with their powers enhanced by a nearby Horror Obelisk and they were proving to be a bit of a challenge to him. Looking over, he spotted his lover and his friend in the hands of the Bleak.
“Selene! Molly!” He shouted, just before one of the Demons managed a lucky shot and plunged her bone katana into his chest and pierced his heart.
Ignoring the injury, Baltoh threw his sword at the colossal Bleak, striking it in the temple and ripping off the upper portion of its face and much of its cranium. The Bleak staggered back and tried to stay alive and on its feet, allowing Selene and Molly to slip free of its grip. Before Baltoh could breathe a sigh of relief, one of the Demons attacked from behind him and managed to stab him the neck with a pickaxe made of leg and arm bones.
“You’re pissing me off!” Baltoh roared, showing no signs of affect, even while bleeding profusely.
Breaking the katana and shoving the pickaxe aside, he lunged towards the five Demons with a furious snarl. First reaching the she-beast that had stabbed him, he pulled his hand back and plunged it straight into the center of her ribcage, piercing her chest with his claws and ripping out bloody strips of her heart and left lung. The Demon vomited blood and tried to draw another katana from the back of her neck, but Baltoh stabbed her with his hand again, this time striking just above the heart and tearing out all the major arteries, as well as a portion of her spinal column.
The other four Demons attacked at once with their weapons burning with black flames to have a greater affect on him. Materializing his sword, Baltoh blocked the pickaxe strike of the second Demon, used his right wings to block the skull-headed hammer impact of the third Demon, used his left wings to block the serrated jousting lance of the fourth Demon, and used his tail to strike back against the fifth Demon, who was wielding a giant cleaver sword. Baltoh cringed at the pain of the hammer breaking the bones in his right wings and the lance piercing his left wings, but he was able to detour the attacks of the second and fifth and his wounds from the previous altercation were already healing.
Spinning around, Baltoh struck down the second Demon with his tail and the third and fourth with his sword, carving all three in half. He looked down, about to slay the fifth, but the Demon had escaped and was flying towards Selene and Molly, who were on a nearby roof, tending to each others injuries with a nameless healing power. The Demon raised his cleaver sword above his head and laughed maniacally as he approached,
“Damn it!” Baltoh cursed, chasing after him.
“You will not hurt them!” Rosemary shouted, appearing next to Selene and Molly with her hand aimed at the oncoming Demon.
“Angel Art: Spear Of Destiny!” She called.
From her palm, a golden voulge blade shot forth, made solely of light and as large as a car, but also being as thin as paper and moving as fast as lightning. The giant spear completely slipped through the Demon’s sense of detection and struck it without it even knowing what was coming. The blade struck the Demon head on, slicing it in half right down the middle. With the beast defeated, Rosemary turned to Selene and Molly, without actually facing them. After watching them pleasure each other and Baltoh, she was too confused and embarrassed to look right at them.
“Are you two alright?” She asked, keeping them just out of her peripheral vision.
“Don’t worry, as long as you’re watching over us, we’re fine.” Selene said with a lazy smile. Rosemary’s eyes widened in shock and she glanced at Selene. Did she know?!
“Uh, good. Once you’re healed, you are to return to fighting. This battle isn’t over yet.” Rosemary ordered before flying off. Hovering in the sky with his health restored, Baltoh watched them with an aroused grin. Selene was right; this was going to be interesting.
Rosemary kneeled before the giant crucifix in one of the churches of New York City. The battle was over, and as usual, every church in the city was packed with people, praying for God to save them or mourning over those who had lost their lives in the fighting. The room was blood-red from the light of the Hellfire fence around the city passing through the windows, combining with everyone’s gaunt faces to make the church seem like the scene of a brutal massacre by Demons. Mixed in with the sound of priest’s dry dull and desperate voice were the unappeasable sobs and sniffs of crying people, either crying for people they had lost, crying or themselves and their hopeless situation, or just crying.
Rosemary had made herself invisible so that she could pray in privacy, not wanting to be flooded by distraught citizens that would beg her to bless them or their families, ask why God was not putting a stop to this, or to thank her for what she was doing. She did not want to be bothered, especially for the latter, since she considered every death that happened to be a personal failure. Almost every Angel and Archangel that wasn’t busy healing the wounded and repairing the destroyed city had taken a similar form of solitude.
This time, she was praying for clarity for the feelings she was experiencing for Baltoh, Selene, and Molly. It was forbidden for Archangels to be in romantic relationships, and here she was, lusting after the most forbidden man of them all, as well as two women. She was disgusted with herself for these powerful sexual needs and desires, but the taboo of it only made them stronger and more arousing. Behind her, the priest continued his sermon.
“…And so we must never lose faith in the Lord, for by his love, we shall be delivered to safety. We must continue to fight and continue to pray, so that we may show our devotion and he will save us.” He decreed.
Suddenly, the doors swung open, causing everyone standing around them to become more tightly packed. In stepped Baltoh, shocking everyone that had looked to the door. Word had spread throughout the city of this mysterious figure, many had seen him fighting the Gargoyles, Demons, and Sinners that were rising up from Hell and occasionally he could be found healing the wounded. The only information that could be gleaned of him was from the Angels who chose into interact with the humans, and their answers and depictions of Baltoh were heavily biased in either direction.
After all of the battles that had taken place in the city, he had become a legend. Many people revered him as the savior that would rescue the city and the world from the brink of destruction, due to his power and the fact that he walked between the worlds of light and darkness, while others feared him, due to his half-Demon existence and his questionable history.
“It is not your God that will save you.” He announced with a voice so deep and commanding that it made everyone shake. Rosemary’s eyes opened and she gasped at the sound of his voice. Baltoh began to walk forward and everyone in the aisle backed away from him.
“Excuse me?” The priest asked shakily.
“Jehovah will not save you, he abandoned this world long ago. Right now, only humans and Angels can stop the darkness. If you’re going to pray, pray to us.” He said dryly. He then rolled his eyes to the click of a gun pointed at the back of his head.
“You’re no Angel, you’re a monster!” The man holding it hissed.
“I am Baltoh. I am half-Demon and half-Archangel, and stronger than both.” Baltoh corrected, spreading his wings to their maximum length. The room was filled with hushed muttering of shock from everyone as they stared at the two feathered marble-shade wings and the two black leathery bat wings.
“I suggest you put your gun down, I wouldn’t want to destroy it. This place will do none of you any good. This church will not protect you from the forces of Hell, it will not get your aloof deity to reach down and save you, and it will not get you entrance into Heaven. The only thing that will protect you now is your own resolve.” He said, raising his voice. Slowly, the man lowered his gun.
“Go, all of you. Don’t waste your time praying in this house of lies, instead try and help those around you. There is much work that needs to be done in this city, people to help and problems that must be solved. If you truly want to get into Heaven, then I suggest you stop needing someone to hold your hand and get to work helping those around you instead of praying for your own soul.” He said with a harsh tone.
Whether it was fear or obedience, the people left the church, streaming by Baltoh and muttering to each other. Everyone kept their distance from the stony hybrid, but they did as he said and left to get back to work. The doors of the church closed, leaving it silent with only Baltoh and Rosemary inside. At the end of the church, near the crucifix, Rosemary revealed herself and stood up.
“It’s strange that you tell these people to work instead of wasting time, when you yourself could being doing a lot to help.” She said with her back to him.
“I just healed over a thousand people who were injured in the battle and I repaired fifteen city blocks. I’m now on break.” He said, walking down the aisle towards her and stepping around the podium.
“Why do you bother trying to crush their beliefs when you of all people know how true it is?” She asked without turning to him, instead keeping her eyes on the crucifix.
“Because I know more about Jehovah and the universe than they ever could. Jehovah has done nothing for this world in two thousand years. Why do you still worship and follow him and he does not care about what happens to the people of this world or even his servants?” Baltoh asked.
“And what about you? Don’t even try and tell me that you care about this world.” She replied bitterly, finally turning to him.
“I care about slaying evil. I care about destroying the darkness so that it cannot harm others. I was born from the hatred of evil, and I use that hatred to protect all that evil wishes to harm. I do not love this world, but I have done more for it and its people than Jehovah ever has. So tell me, why do you still follow and idolize him?” He asked.
“Because he made me, that’s why.” She answered defensively.
“He did not make you, he made Gabriel and the others. You on the other hand are one of the many Archangels born through the collaboration of virtuous human souls, all wishing to fight evil, just like I do. You are a fusion of the souls of people that were made on Earth by this universe, not Jehovah. You owe him nothing.” He said, taking a step towards her. Rosemary took a deep breath.
“Why did you come here Baltoh?” She asked impatiently as her wings retracted. Baltoh took another step towards her, standing right behind her. With him so close, Rosemary had a hard time not shaking in excitement.
“I wanted to thank you for saving Selene and Molly.” He said with his breath flicking Rosemary hair and causing her to shiver from the sensation.
“It was nothing, it was my job.” She shrugged, clutching herself. Baltoh leaned forward, his lips just an inch from her ear. Rosemary’s breath was shaky from his proximity.
“No, it was more than that. I can’t imagine how awkward it was after seeing us together like that.” He whispered in her ear, making Rosemary’s lungs stop working and her whole body become like a statue.
“Oh my god…” She gasped in humiliation.
“Don’t worry, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You just need to work on staying focused on your cloaking spell while having an orgasm.” He whispered, brushing his lips against the side of her neck.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” She repeated with her face in her hands.
“Noasmi ol fetharsi.” He said, telling her to be at peace in Enochian and finally calming her.
“I know what you want, I know what you desire. Say it.” He whispered, wrapping his tail around her body and feeling the curves hidden beneath her baggy Archangel outfit.
“I want you, I always wanted you, ever since we first met in Hell.” She finally murmured, taking a deep breath.
“And…” He continued, flicking his tongue against her ear and sending a powerful tremor through her body.
“I want them, Selene and Molly. I want to be treated just like you treat them and they treat each other. I want to feel the pleasure.” She cooed lustingly. With a smile, Baltoh began running his hands across her body, feeling her beautiful form through her clothes and making her squirm in arousal.
“Then I will give it to you. I will give you what you desire. All you have to do is open yourself up to me, give yourself to me, and we will show you more bliss than you thought possible.” He growled in arousal, kissing her neck and pressing her against him. Rosemary shook her head from side to side as if waking up from a trance.
“No, this is wrong. I’m not supposed to be with you or them, and you’re supposed to be with Selene, not me.” She said, desperately searching her mind for something she could say to fight her own sexual hunger.
“This was her idea. I told her about you watching us and she suggested I invite you to join. I admit, at first I was skeptical about it, but the taste of your flesh is really changing my mind.” He replied, becoming more and more energized as he kissed her neck and ear aggressively.
“Do you really do everything she tells you?” Rosemary asked, trying to keep her mind clear.
“She tells me what to do and I am her herald, I tell her what to do and she is my apostle. We both obey and love each other, that is our bond. And now, we both want you.” He said, grabbing the collar of her vest and the shirt underneath and tearing them away, revealing her perky breasts.
“Oh god, I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She whined, more confused than ever in her life.
“But you want it, right? You want me inside you, you want to feel Selene and Molly’s tongues against your body, you want to feel orgasm after orgasm rush through you.” He grunted, rubbing her breasts with his palms and making her writhe in pleasure from the tickling feeling.
“Yes, oh yes I want it so bad.” She groaned, having another change of heart.
“Then give yourself to me, and I shall grant you everything.” He said in her ear.
Wearing a look of confused innocence and lust on her face, Rosemary glanced back at Baltoh and he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her passionately and sending his undulating tongue into her soft wet mouth. Rosemary purred at the intrusion and mirrored the act, exploring his mouth with her tongue while carefully avoiding his sharp teeth. While the flavor was long since gone, Rosemary could almost taste the juices of Selene and Molly in his mouth and they drove her wild in kinky thirst.
With their lips locked and Baltoh’s tongue filling her mouth, Rosemary did not feel him tear away her pants with his claws, but she shivered at the feeling of the air against her bare legs. Baltoh worked his tail between her legs, catching the waistband of her panties with the sharp tip and cutting the garment away without nicking her. With her wings retracted into her body and her clothes gone, the only thing separating Rosemary from Baltoh’s powerful erection pressing against her was the fabric of his pants.
Wearing nothing but her rosary bead chains around her wrists and the feeling of Baltoh’s cock standing at attention against her ass like the nudging of an elephant, Rosemary trembled at the feeling of powerlessness that filled her. She felt so vulnerable, helpless, like she wasn’t obeying her own will but submissively bending to his. She had felt fear in battle before, but this was a new fear, one that she was actually enjoying. She felt like a mouse at the mercy of a powerful lion and the sensation was sexually exhilarating. This feeling of being so overpowered by the man that she felt so much longing for was indescribable, the fear and the bliss that came with it made her tremble in excitement. She wanted to feel him, she wanted to be overwhelmed by him, she wanted to be crushed by his will and his manhood. She wanted to submit to him and be dominated, though that word was not the one in her mind.
As if reading her mind telepathically, Baltoh could sense this new confusing form of arousal within her. He felt like he was holding a wild animal, and while he knew what she wanted, she almost felt unpredictable, like her mind was still trying to decide what to do and what it expected. Deciding to experiment, Baltoh rubbed his tail against the smooth lips of her snatch like a slithering snake. Rosemary purred at the sensual touch, and when she reached down to feel her moistening clit, he grabbed her hands and held them together, restricting her movement. Rosemary shook in his embrace and grinded against him like an affectionate cat, humming in bliss at the feeling of being overpowered.
“Oh yes, hold me.” She gasped, the words passing between their locked lips.
‘I knew it. In battle she is as fierce as all of the other Archangels, but when sexually open and vulnerable, she is completely submissive, almost masochistic. This just keeps getting more and more interesting.’ Baltoh thought to himself, feeling his demonic sense of sexual dominance beginning to reveal itself.
“What do you want?” Baltoh asked, ending the kiss. Rosemary just gave a whining hum.
“What do you want?” He asked again, holding her off the ground by her wrists as if she were in a dungeon.
“I want your cock.” She whimpered, rubbing her legs together tightly as the feeling of helplessness made her hot and wet.
“What do you want?” He asked a third time, holding her out and dragging one of his claws up her smooth rear and along her spine, gently enough to only make the skin rise and not actually draw blood.
“Please, I want your cock!” She begged as she felt the dull bite of the razor-sharp talon against her bare flesh. Baltoh grinned at the complete personality change.
“I’ll give it to you, but only if you submit to me. Do you promise to do what I say and obey me? Do you want to be used like my little fuck-slave?” He whispered, blowing in her ear.
“Yes, please fuck me!” She pleaded. Baltoh dropped her and she landed on all fours.
“Get on your knees.” He ordered, taking great enjoyment in fulfilling her submissive desires.
“Yes Master.” She whispered, turning around to face him.
With a small smile, Baltoh undressed and hefted his erect cock, which was pulsing slightly with each beat of his heart. On her knees, Rosemary stared at it with awe and fear, similar to Selene when she first looked upon it in this situation. However, being a virgin with the body of a young teenage girl, Rosemary’s bright eyes and freckled face were radiant with innocence. Even though she was more than fifty years old, her virgin innocence and young body made her look like a child to Baltoh, inexperienced and nervous.
“Start playing with yourself.” Baltoh ordered, stroking his cock.
Nervously licking her lips, Rosemary leaned back and began working her fingers between her legs. Instantly her breathing became quick and shallow with soft flutters of her voice and her hand became damp with her juices. The more she worked, the more her pussy began to open up and reveal itself, letting Baltoh look down at the pink interior and the wet flower petal-like folds within. Rosemary was scarlet from how much she was blushing as she pleasured herself, putting her young naked body on display with Baltoh looking straight at her with his cock in his hand.
“Keep going. Harder, faster. Don’t stop until you cum.” Baltoh said dryly.
“Yes Master.” She whimpered, rubbing her pussy frantically and fingering herself.
She laid back, working her hand as fast as she could and pinching her nipples for added stimulation. Lying on the floor, she kept her eyes screwed shut so that she would not see the crucifix above them or the rest of the church, for she could not bear the shame.
“On your hands and knees.” Baltoh ordered.
Rosemary did as she was told, getting on all fours with her ass pointed up at Baltoh. Burying her face in the crook of her arm, Rosemary continued to finger herself with her whole body shaking with each pleasurable stir of her hand, all with her anus and glistening cunt in view of Baltoh. For several minutes, Baltoh stood like a statue and watched her as she pleasured herself, desperately trying to achieve an orgasm. Finally, he decided to give her some help in a way he knew would work best for her. Like the snake slithering towards Eve in the Garden of Eden, Baltoh moved his tail over to the Rosemary. Gently, he wrapped his tail around her throat and gave a light squeeze. It wasn’t enough to restrict her breathing or cut off blood flow, but it filled Rosemary with a euphoric terror. With Baltoh’s tail wrapped around her soft throat like a boa constrictor, just a hair’s breath from choking her, Rosemary crossed the threshold into a squirting orgasm. She arched her back and moaned as jets pussy juice sprayed out from between her fingers wildly, pooling beneath her. Her hand became a blur as she rubbed herself with new speed, crying out in happiness from her climax.
After almost a minute, she became still on the floor, gasping for air with her chest heaving and her tits jiggling with each breath.
“Now lick it off your fingers.” Baltoh instructed.
With her whole body trembling, Rosemary held up her hand to her face, looking at her oiled fingers, glistening with her juices. Revulsion filled her as she considered such an act and she wondered if she really had it in her to do something so sinful. Baltoh’s tail tightened around her throat, replacing her disgust and nervousness with submissive arousal. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and began sucking her fingers clean, humming from the delicious taste of the wetness.
Once she had licked her fingers clean, Baltoh pulled her up with his tail as if it were a leash. He set her on her knees with his cock just inches from her face.
“Kiss it.” He said with a small grin.
“Yes Master.” She panted.
Leaning forwards, Rosemary kissed the head of Baltoh’s cock, shivering as the warm member touched her lips like a steaming sausage.
“Now open your mouth and stick your tongue out.” Baltoh said, lifting it up. Rosemary nodded and did as she was told, opening her mouth wide with her tongue sticking out like a landing strip. With a bit of pre-cum dribbling from the end, Baltoh rubbed the head of his cock against her tongue, teasing her and himself. He pulled away his cock and she pulled back her tongue, rolling the pre-cum around in her mouth.
“Do you want this cock?” Baltoh asked, loving the dynamics of this situation.
“Yes please Master, I want to suck your cock.” She begged, having completely transformed from a noble and virtuous warrior of Heaven into his submissive sex slave.
With his hand on the back of her head, Baltoh forced his cock into her mouth, making her gag from the size as he pushed it all the way to the back of her throat. Rosemary tried to pull away as his cock plowed past her gag reflex, but Baltoh’s tail around her throat kept her still. She could no nothing but gag and retch on the mass stuffing her throat with tears streaming down her face. Just when she thought she was going to suffocate, Baltoh pulled his cock out, letting Rosemary gasp for air and puke on the floor.
Once she had caught her breath, Baltoh wrapped his fingers around Rosemary’s hair and smeared his slime-covered cock across her face, mixing her saliva and other bodily fluids with her tears. He pushed his cock back into her throat, forcing it all the way in and making Rosemary have full-body convulsions. After a few seconds, he again pulled it out, leaving Rosemary as shaky as a leaf and with slime dripping from her mouth and nose from retching. As filthy and pitiful as she looked, she was completely happy. She was loving the treatment, she was loving being dominated and brutally used. It was fulfilling some deep desire that she had never even known existed.
Once she wiped her face clean, she wrapped her fingers around the shaft of Baltoh’s cock and began stroking it, manually becoming used to the size and shape while she caught her breath. Finally ready, she began blowing Baltoh the way she had seen Selene and Molly do it, bobbing her head back and forth and stroking him with her hand while she sucked him. As usual, Baltoh just groaned and let his head roll back as he felt the softness of her mouth against his manhood and listened to the wonderful squishy sound of it moving back and forth inside her.
Deciding he wanted more, Baltoh wrapped his entire tail around her body and picked her up, holding her upside-down with his cock staying in her mouth. With Rosemary upside-down with Baltoh’s head between her legs, he buried his face in her snatch, going down on her with far more aggression than he would with Selene or Molly. Having never experienced the feeling of someone’s lips and tongue on and in her pussy, Rosemary moaned in bliss and continued to suck him off. As he feasted upon her hot wet cunt and licked up every drop of her delicious juices, Baltoh wrapped his fingers in her hair to hold her head stationary and began thrusting forward with his pelvis, fucking her throat with non-caring brutality, causing Rosemary to retch with each powerful punch to her throat and making tears run from her eyes.
After a few minutes, Baltoh decided it was finally time to fuck Rosemary like the little whore she was. He lowered the exhausted Archangel to the floor and stood ever her, removing his clothes while he watched the ruined girl try to regain her strength. Once his patience was at its limit, he grabbed her by the ankles and picked her up.
“Ready to get fucked by your Master? Ready to get your pussy shredded by my dick?” He asked, licking his lips with an evil smile.
“Please fuck me Master! I want you to take my virginity with your big cock!” She begged, holding herself up off the floor with her arms shaking.
Using his tail to hold her up, Baltoh used his free hand to press the head of his cock against her waiting virgin slit. Hanging upside-down, Rosemary was begging and pleading for him to put it in, to fuck her so hard that she would scream and cry. She was completely in the palm of his hand. Securing the head in the glistening lips of her cunt, Baltoh returned his hand to her hip and took a deep breath. With a single powerful shove, he forced his entire cock into her slender body, not caring how loud she screamed.
Even with her Archangel body opening up to accept him in a way that no human virgin could and the pain almost nonexistent, she sobbed from the harsh sting from the brutal penetration and the huge mass inside her. The sensation of his monstrous manhood stuffing her to the point where she felt like she was going to be ripped open mocked her wildest fantasies and nightmares. The idea of experiencing this as a human terrified and confounded Rosemary as she struggled to breathe and stay calm.
Baltoh slowly lowered her, pulling his missile out of her bruised snatch. Upon its near removal, blood from her pulverized hymen trickled out from between the spread lips, running down her smooth belly, between her hanging breasts, up her throat, and dripped off her chin. Baltoh reinserted his cock back into his sexy servant, taking great amusement in her masochistic scream.
Having never used this position before, it took Baltoh a few thrusts to get used to the mechanics of fucking her, but with the help of this tail to hold her still, he was fucking her like a machine in less than a minute. Rosemary was no longer holding herself up like a human wheelbarrow; instead, she just had her face buried in the crook of her arm against the floor while Baltoh plunged down into her. The dominating hybrid had a smile on his face and was licking his lips as he listened to Rosemary’s tearful moans of happiness and watched as his powerful thrusts sent ripples through her pale naked body. Wanting to see more, he smacked her across the rear with the back of his hand, jiggling the soft flesh and making Rosemary cry out as a large red welt formed. He smacked her again, loving the sound of his hand against the soft bare flesh of her tight ass.
Still, he wanted more. Her cries of painful euphoria were like music to his ears, satisfying one of his demonic sexual desires. Holding her up with his tail, he reached out and grabbed her wrists, holding her arms back as if she was handcuffed. He held her up horizontally, using his grip on her wrists and his tail around her throat to hold her, but he also used the length of his tail to take the weight off her throat and shoulders, so that there wouldn’t be a risk of dislocation or suffocation.
With Rosemary’s legs wrapped around his torso and her tearful gags and cries of happiness cheering him on, Baltoh continued to fuck her like she was third-world teenage hooker. He had her arms held back and had his tail wrapped around her neck with the perfect level of tightness, meaning that she was basically held in a sex swing and completely at his mercy.
“Oh god!” She suddenly cried out, approaching her next orgasm.
“Do you want me to make you cum? Beg for it.” Baltoh demanded.
“Please make me cum Master, please make my cum!” She begged, lusting for his cock deep inside her.
Moving like a machine, Baltoh fucked her at top speed, making her whole suspended body shake wildly as he rammed her to the point that it was a miracle that she didn’t start bleeding. Rosemary’s eyes were screwed shut and she was screaming at the top of her longs with her angelic voice bouncing off the walls of the church.
“OH MASTER!” She finally shrieked as she had another particularly wet orgasm, spraying the floor and Baltoh’s legs with her juices.
Without hesitation, Baltoh set her down on her feet and then pushed her over to the podium. With Rosemary bent over the podium, Baltoh stood behind her, rubbing his cock between her ass cheeks. He tightened his tail around her throat and gently pulled it up while he kissed her neck.
“You ready to get your ass fucked and shredded?” He whispered in her ear. Rosemary just gave a pitiful whimper and nodded her head, desperate to get her anus slammed like Selene and Molly’s.
Spreading her legs and forcing her head down against the bible on the podium, Baltoh readied the head of his cock against her anus, instantly feeling the ring expand and open up as it awaited the penetration. With Rosemary’s scream echoing through the church, Baltoh worked his cock into her tight little asshole with a single shove of brutal strength. Ignoring her painful cries and focusing solely on her beautiful masochistic cry and the wonderful feeling of her tight rectum clenching every square centimeter of his cock with the tender wet skin, Baltoh took his natural pace, pumping into her with long deep strokes and slowly building his speed.
Before long, Baltoh was swinging back and forth like a woodpecker, rocking the podium wildly with Rosemary clinging to it for dear life and moaning as she looked around the church. The colored glass windows of the saints and Angels and the rows of pews for people who attended the house of God all seemed to be closing in on her, as if they were living beings glaring at her in disgust and judgment as Baltoh anally punished her and she begged for it.
She was overwhelmed with shame and self-loathing at what her lust for Baltoh had reduced her to. One part of her mind hated herself for willingly turning herself into Baltoh’s little cock-hungry concubine, but the rest of her mind was excited and aroused by her shame. When it came to being submissive to Baltoh, her degradation was pleasurable in and of itself. She enjoyed being at his mercy, being on his leash, being subservient to his wants and desires at the fulfillment of her own. Having developed a love of bondage, she now belonged to him.
Relishing the feeling of his member stuffing her asshole so quickly and powerfully that it risked tearing her, Rosemary raised her head and released a deep moan of ecstasy, with her voice shaking with her body from the rapid pounding of his cock. Baltoh pulled her back with his tail around her neck, exposing her jiggling breasts so that he could smack them hard with his palm, making her purr from the sting of the sensitive mounds.
Finally, the podium fell out from under Rosemary and she collapsed to her knees with Baltoh never coming out of her. Instead, he just mounted her like a dog, fucking her with Rosemary on all fours and his hands around her throat, making her moan in happiness as he pounded her like a giant jackhammer. For several minutes, they continued in his fashion with Rosemary riding Cloud 9 and Baltoh riding Rosemary. However, as time passed, Baltoh could eventually feel his own stamina beginning to fall.
Suddenly pulling out of Rosemary and leaving her asshole gaping open, Baltoh stood up and walked away, while keeping his tail around her throat. Disappointed, Rosemary began shaking her ass at him and rubbing her swollen clit.
“Please keep fucking me Master, I want your cock inside of me.” She groaned.
“Crawl over here, I have something you’ll like.” He instructed.
Moving on all fours like his pet, Rosemary obediently did as she was told and crawled over to Baltoh, who was crouched down with his cock in his hand. Grabbing her hair, he smeared the oil of her ass across her face with his cock as if it were a paintbrush and then forced her to suck on it. As she gluttonously gobbled his cock, Baltoh began to manipulate his tail behind her, causing two sections to bend back over each other and twist into a pair of double-helixes.
With perfect aim and unstoppable strength, he forced the two twisted portions of his tail into her ass and pussy, fucking all three of her orifices at once as if she were the victim of a hentai tentacle monster. With Baltoh’s cock grinding against the back of her throat and his tail pummeling her vagina and anus like a fair of fuck machines, Rosemary’s eyes rolled back into her head and she nearly became limp, giving into the indescribable pleasure flooding every fiber of her being as she was violated like a whore at a frat party.
Baltoh finally released a demonic roar as an eruption of semen sprayed from the head of his cock, coursing down her throat, filling her belly, and overflowing from her mouth. He completely disengaged from Rosemary, pulling his cock out of her mouth and his tail out of her pussy and asshole. Rosemary collapsed on the floor, facedown in a puddle of semen.
“So, was that everything you wanted?” Baltoh asked with a stretch.
“And more.” She panted, happier and more exhausted than ever in her life.
“Than I have your heart and your loyalty?” He asked, releasing her throat.
“Yes Master.” She purred.
“Good, then I’ll give you some time to recover before I let Selene and Molly have a turn with you.” He replied as he walked over to where he had left his clothes.
“Well, Rosemary is on board.” Baltoh said.
He and Selene were lying in the bed of their new favorite hotel room (after Baltoh repaired it with a quick spell), both naked after having made love just a short while ago. Just minutes before, Selene had returned to the room, having left New York to go up to Earth in order to bathe, as was customary after sex or battle.
“Oh, really? I’m going to need details.” She purred, kissing his chest.
“It turns out she is a seriously kinky slut and a completely submissive masochist. She was literally begging to be fucked and calling me her master. Plus she is seriously into you and Molly. Not to mention she is a serious squirter, she sprays like a water fountain.” He replied with a smile. Selene perked up with amazement and amusement.
“Really? Well my first little taste of domination with Molly, I have to admit that I am more excited than before.” She replied.
“I figured as much. I told her I would let you and Molly have a turn with her after I gave her time to heal. I really think that-” Baltoh was suddenly cut off as a massive pulse of energy rocked the city to its core, shaking every building and bringing everyone to their knees.
The air was thick and heavy with ominous power and it felt like gravity itself was being magnified. Baltoh’s eyes widened and he bolted to his feet, rushing over to the balcony. This power was equal to his own, possibly even greater. There were only a handful of sources for such an oppressive aura, and none of them were good.
“Angel Art: Hope Beacon Summoning! Angel Art: Rose Window Shield Summoning!” He called, clapping his hands together.
Four Hope Beacons began to rise from the ground, each at the very edge of the city. It was the maximum number of the crosses that could be summoned in any given place and time. Up above the very center of the city, a pond-sized rose window of yellow and violet glass appeared, casting an image of itself down upon the city with the light passing through it. With the help of the four crosses, its diameter was expanded to cover all of New York and its power was great enough so that not even an army of Gargoyles could break through, but it would only buy them time.
“Baltoh, what’s going on?” Selene asked desperately as she rushed over to him.
“Our proximity to Hell, we’ve finally gotten so close that the most powerful Demons can slip through. These are the true monsters of the shadowy depths, the foes that have brought me nearly to the brink of death.” He cursed as the potency of the suffocating curtain of energy increased in weight.
“Wait, you mean they’re all coming here?! All at once?!” She exclaimed.
“No, only two of them; the rider and his mount. Their power levels are equal, but you are only sensing one of them because it is completely eclipsing the other.” He said, terrifying Selene. He turned to her with a grave look on his face.
“We need to get dressed, we only have minutes before they arrive and we need to get organized.” He said.