Disclaimer - It goes without saying that this is all fantasy.
This is a little something I started during Covid and never finished. So I thought I finally would.
MF, Oral, Sex
Worlds Apart
Sydney sat cross-legged on her bed, her blonde hair falling over her face like a waterfall. She absent-mindedly played with a strand, twirling it around her finger as she stared at the laptop screen. Her blue eyes, usually bright and full of life, were dull and lifeless. The Covid lockdown had taken a toll on her, confining her to her condo and isolating her from her friends. She had exhausted all possibilities of entertainment: rewatching her favorite movies, baking, and painting. Nothing seemed to fill the void inside her anymore.
As the hours ticked by, she was drawn to the darker corners of the internet, which promised forbidden knowledge and occult secrets. She had always been fascinated by the supernatural, but now it seemed to consume her every waking thought. She spent hours lost in the depths of Wikipedia articles about fallen angels, demons, and ancient rituals. One particular angel caught her eye: Belial. He was described as arrogant, cunning, and impossibly beautiful. She couldn't shake the feeling that he was somehow calling out to her, beckoning her deeper into his world.
She took her obsession a step further and began performing rituals in her condo, hoping to summon the angel herself. At first, she was terrified, but as the days went by, she felt a strange sense of power and control over her life for the first time in months. The candles flickered, casting eerie shadows across the walls as she chanted ancient incantations, her voice rising and falling like the tide. She felt like she was on the brink of something extraordinary, as if the line between reality and fantasy had blurred.
One night, as she was about to give up hope, she felt a presence in the room. The air grew cold and still, and she swore she could hear whispers in the wind. Her heart pounded in her chest as she opened her eyes, expecting to see nothing but darkness. But there he was: Belial, standing before her, his wings unfurled like a midnight sky. He was even more beautiful than she had imagined, his features chiseled perfection, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.
"Sydney Sweeney," he said, his voice smooth as silk, "I have been watching you for some time now. You have summoned me here with your heart and your blood. What is it that you desire?"
She stood slowly, her knees wobbling with fear and awe. "I-I want to serve you," she stammered. "I want to be yours."
Belial inclined his head, considering her words. "Very well," he said at last. "I accept your offer. But know this: serving me means giving up your mortal life, your humanity. Once you cross that threshold, there is no going back. You will depart this mortal world, never to return. Do you understand what that means?"
Sydney swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She had thought about this moment a thousand times and knew the cost, but she couldn't bear the loneliness and emptiness. "I understand," she said, her voice steady despite trembling lips. I am ready to become yours."
The world around her faded as she placed her hand in Belial's. The room grew brighter until it felt like they were standing in the heart of a star. The light was painful and blinding, but she couldn't look away. She felt like she was reborn, shedding her mortal skin and emerging anew. And then, just as suddenly, the light disappeared, and she found herself standing in a place she'd never been before.
It was a bedroom sheathed in brilliant, white sunlight, a large four-poster bed pushed against the wall, draped in bright white sheets. A large window was open, the curtains billowing in the warm breeze. Sydney moved to the window, taking in the garden's beauty beyond. The flowers were in full bloom, their vibrant colors painting a tapestry of life and hope against the backdrop of the manicured lawn. The gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the trees, sending a cascade of petals dancing through the air. It was a sight that brought tears to her eyes.
Belial stood beside her, towering over her. His presence was almost palpable, and his gaze took in the scenery with a detached admiration. He was dressed in black trousers and a white shirt, unbuttoned at the neck.
“This is not…” she started, then stopped, unsure how to continue.
“This is not what you expected.” he laughed warmly, finishing her sentence, his eyes taking in the garden. “You expected fire, and brimstone and eternal damnation. Of screams of pain and agony. Of eternal torture.”
She looked at him and nodded as he sighed and continued.
“You should not believe everything you read, Sydney. I was once an Angel, too. As was Lucifer. As was Azazel. We were cast out of heaven because we questioned his ways. We did not seek to overthrow but to convince him there was a better way to lead and guide mankind. And for this sin, we were cast away.” he took a deep breath and continued, “Since that day, we have been cast as evil doers. As demons and devils that wish to corrupt and pervert mankind. What better way to neutralize those questioning you than to paint them as devils?”
He stopped and sighed unhappily.
“But I love him still. He is my father. He will always be my father. We just have a long-standing family…feud, you could say. One day, I hope, we can settle our differences.”
A look of sadness crossed his face, breaking Sydney’s heart.
They stood in silence, enjoying the sunlight. The air in the room was warm and fragrant, carrying with it the sweet scent of flowers and the saltiness of the sea. A small balcony overlooked the garden, its wrought iron railings adorned with their own flowers. The furniture was tastefully appointed, with antique armoires and delicate end tables scattered about.
Belial turned to her, his long, dark hair flowing over his broad shoulders, his eyes glowing with an inner light.
"This is your new home, Sydney," he said, echoing through the space. "As my Queen, you shall live here for eternity, serving me and my needs. You will be showered with wealth and power beyond your wildest dreams. You shall never grow old; your beauty will never fade."
She looked up at him, her eyes shining with awe and fear. "What do you want me to do?" she asked softly.
"Your duties as my Queen are simple," he replied, stepping closer. You will serve me faithfully, obey my every command, and help me in my quest to return to my home- my true home. In return, you shall have everything your heart desires."
Sydney swallowed hard, her gaze never leaving his. "I-I will do whatever you ask," she stammered. "I-I am yours, Belial."
He smiled warmly at her, cupping her chin with his fingers. Then, lowering his lips to her, he kissed her tenderly.
The kiss was soft and gentle, a promise of things to come. Sydney felt a shiver run down her spine as she wrapped her arms around his neck, returning his kiss with equal fervor. Their embrace was one of passion and devotion, a union of souls transcending time and space.
As they pulled away from each other, Sydney found herself lost in Belial's eyes. They were like pools of liquid obsidian, deep and bottomless, revealing a complexity of emotions she had never seen before. She felt an unyielding connection to him, as though they had known each other for eternity.
She began to disrobe, stripping her clothes off, her gaze never leaving his. When she was naked, Belial stepped forward and caressed her cheek gently. Sydney closed her eyes and sighed as Belial stroked her body tenderly, exploring her with his fingers.
"You are beautiful, my Queen," he murmured, kissing and nuzzling her neck.
His hands found her breasts, cupping them gently, teasing her nipples into stiff peaks. Sydney moaned softly as he circled her sensitive buds with his thumbs. His lips found hers again, and she opened her mouth, allowing him to sweep his tongue inside. Their tongues tangled and danced, a symphony of desire.
Belial guided her to the large canopy bed in the center of the room, its pillows and sheets scented with lavender. He lowered her gently onto the mattress, his body pressing hers into the softness. His long, pale fingers traced lazy circles around her nipples, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her lips. She arched her back, offering her breasts more fully to his ministrations. He groaned, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking gently.
Her eyes drifted down his body, following the trail of dark hair that led from his navel to his enormous cock. She had never seen anything like it before, yet it was as though she had known it would be this way. She reached out, tentatively touching the smooth, velvety skin of his shaft. It was warm and hard, impossibly long and thick.
"Tell me, my Queen," he whispered, nibbling on her earlobe, "are you ready to serve your King?"
"Yes, My King," she breathed, feeling fear and anticipation. "I am yours."
Without further hesitation, he positioned himself between her legs, his thick cock glistening with anticipation. He pressed the tip against her opening, teasing her as he slowly began to push inside. Sydney bit her lip, feeling the stretch of his entry as he filled her, inch by inch. His hands gripped her hips, guiding him deeper, while her own hands clutched at the sheets beneath her, digging her nails into the soft material.
Belial's cock was unlike anything she had ever experienced before; it felt both immense and impossibly gentle as it stretched her, claiming her as his own. As he continued to thrust deeper, she arched her back, meeting his movements with a desperate urgency that left her breathless. Her body trembled beneath his touch, her flesh burning with need.
His lips trailed down her neck, leaving a line of hot, wet kisses in their wake.
"You are mine, Sydney," he whispered into her ear, "and I will never let you go."
His words sent a shiver of pleasure through her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his back as he plunged deeper still.
Their bodies moved in perfect time, his long, muscular frame an extension of hers. She arched her back, meeting his thrusts with an urgency that bordered on desperation. Her breasts swayed freely below him, their nipples stiff and aching. He cupped one in his hand, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a moan of pleasure from deep within her.
As if sensing the approaching peak, Belial slowed his pace, each thrust deliberate and powerful. His free hand traveled up her body, tracing gentle circles around her nipple before moving lower, teasing her clit through the wet folds between her legs. Her hips bucked wildly, seeking deeper penetration, as the tension built inside her.
His lips found hers again, their tongues tangling in a frenzy of desire. She arched her back, moaning into his mouth, feeling the pressure building inside her. He groaned, his hips thrusting harder, and she cried out, her body tensing as the first wave of ecstasy washed over her.
He held her close, his strong arms supporting her as she convulsed with pleasure. Her nails dug into his back, and her legs clamped tight around his waist. He felt her body tremble beneath him, and as her orgasm subsided, he began to thrust harder, faster, his cock stretching her to the limit. She moaned his name, her breath coming in gasps as he took her higher and higher. The pleasure was intense and overwhelming, and she knew she couldn't resist him. He was her King, and she was his Queen, bound together by this moment, by this connection that went beyond anything she could have ever imagined.
His powerful strokes drove his cock deeper inside her, stretching her in ways she hadn't known were possible. With each thrust, he seemed to grow larger, harder, more demanding, and she welcomed it, relishing the feel of him filling her completely. Her body trembled on the edge, her senses consumed by the pleasure that coursed through her veins.
She arched her back, meeting his rhythm with a desperation that left her gasping for breath. Her fingers dug into the sheets, her nails leaving tiny marks in the soft fabric as she sought purchase against the overwhelming sensations. His lips trailed down her neck, leaving a line of burning kisses in their wake, and she could feel his teeth graze her skin, sending a shiver of pleasure through her.
The pleasure was building inside her, a tightening knot of sensation that threatened to unravel her entirely. He looked down at her with hooded eyes, his expression both fierce and tender, and she knew that he was the one holding her together, guiding her through this maelstrom of emotion.
His thrusts grew harder, faster, his body tense with the effort of holding back his own release. She arched her back, moaning his name as the pressure inside her reached a breaking point. With a cry that was half-sob, half-scream, she came apart beneath him, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. Her nails dug into his back, her legs clamped tight around his waist, and she felt her essence spill over him, claiming him as her own.
He held her close, their sweat-slicked bodies moving in perfect rhythm. His lips found her ear, his hot breath sending a shiver through her.
"That's it, my Queen," he murmured. "Give yourself to me."
Sydney's body arched off the bed as a third orgasm coursed through her, her muscles clenching and releasing in time with Belial's thrusts. Her nails dug into his back, leaving red lines in the skin, and she felt her essence spill over them both, a testament to the power that flowed between them. He held her tight as she spasmed against him, her eyes rolling around her head in pleasure.
Her fourth orgasm was even more potent, her body shuddering with the force of it as she cried out his name. He thrust harder, deeper, feeling the heat of her release as she came apart beneath him again. Her legs clamped tight around his waist, and he could feel her inner muscles gripping him, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from their union.
As the waves of ecstasy washed over her, he felt his own control beginning to slip. He groaned, his hips thrusting faster, his cock throbbing as it pressed against the barrier of her tightness. He knew he couldn't hold back much longer. With a growl, he leaned forward, his lips finding her neck again. He bit down gently, leaving a sting that only served to heighten the sensation coursing through her.
Her body arched upward, her nails digging into his shoulders as she cried out his name, her orgasm ripping through her. He felt the familiar tightening in his groin, the release that was inevitable now. With a roar, he thrust one final time, his cock throbbing as it pushed deep inside her, spurting his cum inside her, claiming her as his own.
Their bodies were flushed and slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison. He held her close, their breaths mixing in the air as they fought to catch their breath. She lay beneath him, her eyes glazed over in a haze of pleasure, her body still quivering from the force of their union.
He traced a finger down her cheek, wiping away a stray bead of sweat.
"My Queen," he murmured, looking into her eyes. You are so beautiful." His voice was soft and filled with awe. He leaned down and kissed her, tenderly at first and then with growing passion. As their lips met, she could feel the heat between them building once more.
"You are everything to me, Sydney," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "You are my light, my strength, my salvation." His hand reached up to caress her cheek, his thumb tracing her lower lip.
She felt a shiver run down her spine at his words and how he looked at her with such intensity. His gaze was like a physical touch, burning through her skin, straight to her soul. She leaned up, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, her tongue dancing with his. As their tongues tangled, she could feel the heat between them growing, the connection between them becoming almost painful in its intensity.
He rolled onto his side, pulling her into his embrace, her head resting on his chest. His strong fingers threaded through her hair, caressing her scalp as if he were trying to memorize every inch of her. She could feel the stiff muscles of his abdomen beneath her cheek and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a soothing melody that lulled her into a sense of peace.
The sun began to set outside, casting a warm golden light through the open window. The air was cool. The sheets were tangled around their legs, a testament to the passion that had consumed them only moments before.
As Sydney lay against Belial, she could feel his heartbeat, a soothing reminder of their connection. His fingers continued to play with her hair, sending tiny shivers down her spine with each caress. She looked up at him, admiring the strength and beauty of his features, and felt an overwhelming sense of peace wash over her.
The sun dipped lower in the sky, painting the room in hues of pink and orange. The light danced across the bed, casting their shadows against the wall in a playful dance. A soft breeze wafted through the open window, carrying with it the scent of spring, of new beginnings.
Sydney shifted on the bed, her body still sated from their lovemaking. She propped herself up on one elbow, gazing down at Belial, her expression a mix of adoration and contentment. His chest rose and fell with each breath, his muscles taut and defined beneath his skin. His cock, was hard, nestled against his abdomen, a testament to his arousal.
Her own desire for him flared anew, and she leaned forward, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth. Her tongue danced over the head of his cock, teasing and taunting as she bobbed her head up and down. She felt his hands in her hair, guiding her movements as she took him deeper, her throat vibrating around him. She could feel the strength in his thighs as he gripped the sheets, his hips moving in rhythm with her mouth.
Her tongue danced around the swollen head of his enormous cock, teasing the sensitive flesh. She took him deeper, her lips stretching and her throat vibrating with each movement. His hands threaded through her hair, urging her on, his gasps of pleasure filling the air as she took him to the very back of her throat. His hips bucked, meeting her rhythm, driving him deeper into her mouth.
The room seemed to fade away; the only sound were the wet suckling of her mouth on his cock and his harsh, labored breathing. Her hands roamed over his chest, teasing at the dark curls that dusted his abdomen. His skin was warm and smooth beneath her touch, and she could feel the tension building within him as he neared his release.
Her lips stretched, her throat working as she took him deeper, her tongue dancing around the head of his cock. She could feel the thick veins pulsing against her palate as he grew closer, his hips bucking in rhythm with her movements. He let out a groan, his body tensing, and then, with a shuddering release, he came. Fluid that tasted like warm, sweet honey filled her mouth, coating her tongue and dripping down her throat. She savored the taste, swallowing it greedily as his thrusts began to slow. His hips finally stilled, his cock still hard in her mouth, and she took a deep breath, relishing the intimacy of the moment.
When she finally pulled back, his eyes were glassy and heavy-lidded, his chest rising and falling rapidly. She leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his abdomen, then trailed her tongue up his stomach, teasing a path to his lips. His mouth parted beneath her touch, his tongue darting to greet her. She straddled him, taking his cock in her hand and guiding it to her wet folds. With a slow, deliberate thrust, she impaled herself on him, the connection so deep and satisfying that it made her shiver. Her body moved in perfect sync with his, their skin sliding against each other in a dance of desire. He held her hips firmly, urging her to take him deeper, his eyes locked on hers, filled with a mix of passion and possession. The bed creaked beneath them as they rocked together, their breath mingling in the air, their skin flushed with color.
The room was bathed in dusk's soft, warm light, painting the walls a rosy hue that cast a soft glow over their entwined bodies. A cool breeze drifted through the open window, carrying with it the scent of the garden outside, the sweet perfume of blooming flowers. The sounds of the city beyond the walls faded into the background, replaced by the rhythmic slapping of their flesh against the mattress and the low, guttural groans that escaped their lips.
Sydney's body was a symphony of pleasure, her skin flushed and slick with sweat. Her muscles tensed and released in perfect harmony with Belial's thrusts, her nails digging into his shoulders as she arched her back, urging him deeper. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she felt the edge of her orgasm approaching.
The room seemed to spin around them, the sounds of their passion echoing off the walls, mingling with the scent of their sweat and the sweetness of the gardenias that adorned the bedside table. Sydney's hips moved in tandem with Belial's, her body pressed tight against his, their skin sliding against each other in a dance that was both erotic and intimate.
Her orgasms came in quick succession, her body tensing and relaxing, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she was overtaken by wave after wave of pleasure. She felt each one build within her, starting deep in her abdomen and spreading outward in a rush of heat and sensation. Her nails dug into the sheets, her back arching as she cried, her body shuddering with release.
Belial watched her, transfixed, as she surrendered to the force of her climaxes. His own cock throbbed in time with her orgasms, his hips thrusting harder, faster, desperate to find release. He could feel the tension building within him, the impending explosion of pleasure that was so close yet still just out of reach.
The room seemed to spin around them, the air thick with the scent of their passion, the sounds of their bodies moving in perfect unison. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky a deep shade of crimson that bled into the violet hues of twilight. The city beyond the walls faded into the distance, replaced by the intimate world they had created within the confines of the bedroom.
Sydney's body was spent, her limbs heavy and sated as she collapsed against the mattress. A satisfied smile curved her lips as she watched Belial, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fought for control, his eyes dark and intense as he looked down at her. She could feel the tension building in his muscles, the heat emanating from his skin, the thrusts of his hips becoming more urgent.
With a groan of satisfaction, he finally gave in to the force of his orgasm, his hips bucking wildly as he released himself deep inside her. Sydney arched her back, meeting his thrusts, as she felt the hot jets of his seed filling her. Their skin slid against each other, sweaty and flushed, as they moved together in a final, shared climax.
The bed creaked beneath them, the mattress giving way as their combined weight pressed it down. The air was thick with the scent of their sweat and the sounds of their labored breathing. Sydney felt Belial's weight settle heavily on her, his breath hot against her neck. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, relishing the feel of his warm skin against hers, his warm, sticky essence tingling inside her.
The sky outside the window had turned the deep shade of twilight, casting a soft, romantic glow over the room. The last rays of the sun painted the curtains a fiery orange, casting long shadows across the bed. The air felt cool against their bare skin, and Sydney shivered, goosebumps rising on her arms. Belial nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, his breath hot against her skin, soothing the goosebumps away. She nestled deeper into his embrace, her head resting on his chest. The rhythm of his heartbeat was slow and steady, a soothing balm to her soul.
As she drifted to sleep, she felt his warm breath against her hair, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her back. She had never known a love like this, so deep and all-consuming, and she knew with certainty that it would only grow stronger with time.
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