What the Angel Brought Him

A/n: This is just really random-crazy porn. My favorite kind too. I\'ve only read a few stories that bring you so close and then just leave you there hanging. That makes me pant. Oo yea, man. This is my try at it. It\'s disjointed, and not that great, but I hope you get some sort of erm, amusement out of it.

What the Angel Brought Him
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I took a nap that afternoon with my cd player on.

As I was pulled under, and a dream began, music poured from my headphones into my busy mind. As the dream began, my first thought was: This is so fucking surreal...

I stood in a tourist pirate attraction, my breasts thrust out by a blood red corset, my crotch barely covered by a black skirt that could have been confused for a belt. I could feel a breeze on my lower parts, and blushed prettily. The blush also might have been related to the lack of oxygen getting to my brain due to the corset, and I reveled in its\' grip.

I wandered from my station through a door that led to a real shore, but a fake pirate ship. I tried to escape my Fate by riding on the ship, but it wouldn\'t go anywhere. I was pulled by a hook off the ship. The hook remained imbedded in the back of my corset as I knelt on the ground and looked up at my impending doom. The old lady smiled down at me, a few teeth rotting in her head. She beckoned with her only hand and the most beautiful man alive appeared at her side.

Flashes of memory pulled at my mind. Of screaming, of fear and pain, and I sat on the sand, feeling it tickle against my legs, my bare bottom protected from wandering particles by the sheer force of my will. I would not get sand in my crotch, so I didn\'t.

The most beautiful man in the world held himself with dignity, and looked down at me with a wicked smile on his mouth and a cold, cruel amusement glittering in his eyes.

More flashes. I bit down hard on my lip, trying not to cry out. Memories screamed at me to be realized, but I denied them.

\"Your brother\'s minions tried to steal her, but I would not allow it. She is mine to give to whom I will. As I promised you, O Lord, she is virginal. She has been properly terrorized, and will never welcome another\'s touch any longer. She is perfect for a temple.\"

The cruelty in his face was as apparent to me as the daylight. I cowered away from him, but only could get so far with the hook still holding the back of my corset.

Mirr pulled me up until my feet no longer touched the earth, and I gasped as my breath was cut off. She tossed me in his general direction and then disappeared in a puff of sick-looking smoke.

\"She is afraid of me, do you know that?\" The god asked me.

I whimpered and closed my eyes, rigid in His arms.

He tossed me into the air, and caught me upside down. I enjoyed the strange view from between His legs, but then screamed as I felt one of His hands graze my bare crotch.

I struggled in His grip, but it was like an elephant trying to escape gravity\'s pull.

The shards of memory nearly forgotten came roaring to life at his unwanted touch. Hands pulling me down, bodying crushing mine; memories of being held against my will, of hands pressing against my lower parts. Memories of the pain those hands and fingers brought. I remembered the fear and panic, my struggles just as futile then as now.

I screamed my pain and anguish hanging there in His hands.

The scenery changed. I felt dizzy and lost and He effortlessly flipped me over and set me on my feet. I was in a dark room, occasionally a dirty, blinking red light allowed me to get an impression of my prison.

A filthy, rumpled bed was the dominant fixture of the room; black linens were crumpled and left to lie scattered over its\' top. Pieces of clothing were strewn over the floor in piles that resembled dunes.

Despite the existence of the bed, He took me against the wall in that foul, meaningless place.

Cuffs appeared around my wrists, and fixtures materialized on the wall. He clipped the cuffs to the fixtures, and I tugged at the bindings futilely.

Tears poured down my face as He knelt in front of me. He reached behind me to pull off my skirt, but I pressed as hard as I could against the wall to trap His hands. He cupped my round ass checks and squeezed hard. Yipping in pain, I tried to pull away from his hands and forgot about preventing the loss of clothing.

I don\'t know why He bothered to remove my skirt by hand, because the shirt under the corset that kept my breasts covered disappeared without notice.

I stood there with my breasts thrust out, and my crotch completely uncovered. I let my head thud against the wall and closed my eyes against the disgusting, mold covered ceiling above me.

His hands pulled my thighs apart, and I was too lost in my fear to fight Him anymore. Who, really, can win against a god? I wondered to myself. Giving in to fatalism was easier, but my body remained tense in His hands, and it hurt for Him to pull my legs apart as He did.

Warm breath tickled against my thigh, and I jumped as I felt His face against my crotch. I opened my eyes and looked down at the top of His head as He knelt there, breathing me into Him.

Fingers were there, prizing both my lower lips and my sanity apart. Memories of past rape attempts flitted through my mind\'s eye, making the enjoyable feel of His hands an emotional pain.

\"Mirr thinks that I wish for new priestesses, and thus kept you virgin. She thought it would be a bonus if you feared another\'s touch, and therefore would wish to remain virginal. If I were my Brother, this would be true. But I would rather have you hot, wet, and available to any one. For a mortal, your body is the most beautiful I have seen, and I shall use you for as long as you look attractive. I must fix what Mirr has done to your mind; either that, or break your mind. I truly do not care which, it is only your body that is worth while.\"

He whispered against my center of pleasure, His words blinding me with fear. Then a hot wet heat pushed against my clit, and I gasped.

His mouth worked on me and I pushed myself shamelessly against Him. The dark room and flashing red light made the memories surge and push against the barrier I had put on them in my mind.

A finger penetrated me, His tongue licked me, and His mouth sucked at me; all of the feelings collided inside me, and I groaned my pleasure. The tip of His finger curled and harshly rubbed again and again the one spot that made my body twitch. The blood-red light seemed to blink in time with His movements, and the specters of my memory screamed their pain at His violation of my body.

Kind agony and painful pleasure. Something internal gave in and broke apart. My body suddenly went lax and soft against Him.

\"Ahh. I broke your mind, did I? Well then, this will be both easier and less entertaining now. No matter. Mirr promised..\" He stood up, and I saw that He was naked and huge. My eyes widened from a fleeting fear, but I was now far removed from this place and His hands. He pressed against me and I could feel different pressure at my lower parts, but His hands were wrapped around my hair, pulling it down, exposing my neck as confusion beat at my mind. My frantic struggles had stopped, but the sensations had not.

Goddess it hurt! I screamed more out of fear and confusion than pain when that strange pressure had increased to an unbearable invasion.

\"Aaahhhhh.. I am glad Mirr had not lied. But it is strange for one of the Fates to offer the god of lust a virgin.\" He grunted into my neck, and pushed His hips against me violently. I let out a little squeak. So my friends had not lied. Men really do get bigger. My torn mind was drawn further apart as he started to thrust and the pain faded.

Panting, sweating and heaving, my body betrayed me and tried to meet His body as it beat into mine. My inner self wanted nothing to do with this rape, but my body... Ahh, such pleasure it had never felt, and it was rising higher, grinding the shattered pieces of myself into dust. He bit my neck and I cried out. The part of Him that moved within me kept pushing against the part of His finger had curled against and brought me such pleasure. My entire body felt burning hot and caught in a web that there was no escape from.

I wanted more. In that moment I was reduced to begging Him. \"Please give me release.\" I begged, my body burning, fire running through my veins, churning pleasure and agony.

\"Oh, I shall give you release, never fear beautiful.\" He said with a wicked smile, thrusts coming faster, my breathing becoming ragged gasps. So close, so close...

The loud noise of a door slamming threw me from the edge and back into my body. I opened my eyes to the sight of my white, freshly painted ceiling. Feet planted firmly on my mattress, hips slightly tilted upward, body poised on the edge of orgasm, inner muscles convulsing.

The dream ended as quickly as the sound that awoke me. My entire being thrummed with feeling, left incomplete.

I screamed my frustration.

No matter how hard I tried to pull the dream scene back, sleep had left me completely, and the dream remained elusive.

I decided in that moment that I was no longer allowed to take naps on an empty stomach. I let my hand idly wander down my stomach, but I stopped cold as my own door open and closed and my roommate came in. It\'s bad taste to jerk off in front of your roommate. Looking at the clock, I decided to get up and grab dinner, even thought it was only 4.30.

I dragged myself from bed, and pulled on clothes. Trans Siberian Orchestra continued to play in my headphones. Shoes and a coat were next, and I left my dorm room, making sure I had my keys before I wandered towards the exit.

An Angel Returned came on my cd player, and I hummed along.

An angel returned
That night through the sky
But time it was short
She had to decide
A gift for her Lord
Was there in her hand
And the Lord smiled at her
On that cold winter night

I came to the bus stop as the song hit the chorus, and there, standing and waiting for the bus, was the most beautiful man alive. He looked like my dream god, except he had a piercing on the side of his lip and looked a bit grungier. I stood and watched him.

He looked at me as a bus trundled to a stop beside the sidewalk. Instead of flicking my eyes away, denying my observation of him, I continued to look at him. As he raised his eyebrows, I smiled a slow, secret smile.

Cold amusement flickered through his eyes; a hard smile touched his mouth. The ring in his lip glinted in the setting sun. My blood fired at his look, at the remembered dream-touch of his ruthless hands.

I kept my eyes on him as he boarded the bus and it pulled away.

The church bells called the hour, and the song hit its\' crescendo.

Listen to the bells as they ring
Listen to the message they bring
Listen to the sound as they sing
As one voice in the night
Hoping that we\'ll all understand
Every dream is there in our hands
And for every bell
May they ring all through the night!

I shivered at the perfect timing of the universe\'s plans, and felt my body relax in its\' controlling grip. I would do as the fates dictated, and scream my pleasure at the pain they gave me. I would cry and sob in agony and curse the fates as I wallowed in gratification.

Arousal still pulsed through my body as the cold bit sharp and immediate.

I breathed deeply of the night as it fell in deep folds around me and then climbed on the next bus that came.