Of Angels and Demons and Mortals Between

Warnings: Demon cock, more warnings to be added with coming chapters.


Chapter 1: The Virgin



Everyone at Lady Corina’s convent adored Raina. She was like a beam of sunlight sent by the Divine Goddess herself, always kind and happy and willing to lent a hand to the other sisters. Sister Corina hoped that Riaina would take over as Guiding Mother of the convent after she passed away. Of course, Raiina had to finish her lessons and endure the ceremony that would devote her pure body and soul to the Goddess. Which was why the sisters all worried about Raina’s penchant for sneaking out for walks in the forest; not for fear the girl might be doing wrong, as she was incapable of it, but for fear of what wrongs might be done upon her.

Raina was completely oblivious to the sister’s worry as she snuck out of the convent, climbing down the trellis and tiptoeing past the guard dogs. As soon as she was beyond the gate she let out a small laugh and ran toward the forest She loved the scent of the evening flowers and the way the wind caressed her body as it blew through her thin nightgown as she spun in circles. Her long golden locks fell midway down her back, uninhibited by the habit of her uniform, and she marveled for a moment at the sun bronzed color of her skin, before a scream pierced the night and she stopped dead.

The pierced the quiet solitude of the forest and sent a shiver down Raina’s spine as she listened to the horrible, wounded sound that went silent. A moment later it sounded again, a mournful wailing that brought tears to her eyes at the thought of anything suffering so much. Almost instinctively, Raina found herself running down the hill toward the keening sound of agony, to find whatever had been wounded there.

She searched the forest for nearly an hour, falling over upturned roots and tearing her thin nightgown on thorn bushes. By the time she found the source of the agonized cries, she was dirty and bleeding from small cuts all over her body, and what she found was not at all the injured animal she had expected.

Riana saw it from afar, a creature with the form of a human; a body, arms, legs, and a head with a face so normal she might have seen it in the midst of town. But as she climbed down the embankment toward him, she saw that massive wings of black feathers sprouted from the creature’s back and small black horns poked out of the dark hair on his head. From the waist down he was covered in a fine looking fur, and instead of feet ha had cloven hooves and his hands were curled into claws instead of fingers. Without the wings, he reminded Rainia of the images she had seen of satyrs.

Red eyes fixed upon her as she stumbled over a fallen tree and let out a cry of pain. She looked up to see the human face contorted in a small, vicious looking canines showing. “Get away,” a deep voice rumbled as the claws dug into the ground and a handful of dirt was hurled at her.

She raised her arms to protect herself as the creature let out another agonizing cry, the motion of throwing the dirt at her causing him immense pain. “You’re hurt,” Raina said, lowering her hands when the cry died away.

The creature let out a growl, but Raina paid it now mind as she caught sight of the gaping hole in his side, black blood seeping from the injury. She let out a gasp and surged forward, nearly throwing herself on the creatures lap as she balled up the bottom of her nightgown and pressed it against the wound. “We have to get you to a doctor,” she said, telling herself stopping the bleeding was more important than her own modesty as she tore more of her already shredded nightgown to try and help.

“A doctor would do me no good,” the voice rumbled again.

Rained turned hr head, her nose nearly touching the creature’s. The snarl was gone and his voice was slightly softer. He clearly decided she was not a threat and that pleased her greatly. “My kind needs energy to heal, and I have no source of that at the moment,” he said to her as he closed his red eyes and leaned his head back on the rotting, fallen tree her was resting against.

Raina’s heart surged in panic as she looked at the scraps of her nightgown already black with his blood. She reached up and grabbed his face, terrified he might have passed doubt from the pain, and was relieved when the red eyes opened once more. “What kind of energy?” she asked, forcing a smile on to her face. “Maybe I can get it for you.”

A cruel smirk formed on the creature’s face as he pulled her hands away from his face. “Oh, you could give me the energy that I need, but I doubt you would,” he said with a little laugh, “and I am too injured to take it from you.”

Raina frowned. “I am willing to give you whatever you need, you needn’t take anything. The Divine Goddess teaches us to help all manner of creature.”

“You Goddess will cast you out of her good graces if you help me,” the creatures said with a sigh as he closed his eyes again.

“She will not,” Raina said, looking down at her hand pressing the balled up bits of nightgown against the wounds. “Tell me what it is that I can do for you. What do you need from me to help you heal yourself?”

“Sex.”

Raina jerked in surprise and turned to find the creature’s eyes were open again as his clawed hand reached out and grabbed hold of her chin. “We demons,” he said, and Raina shook at the acknowledgment that it was truly a demon of legend she was dealing with. “We are not as debauched as your stories would tell you. Sexual energy heals and restores us, brings us power as well as pleasure. It is a necessity of life for a demon, much like food and drink is for your mortals.”

He released her chin and settled back, the sudden burst of strength he had seeming to have deserted him. “You do not have to help me and I am in no state to take what I need from you, as I have already said, but I will not live without your aid.” He heaved a sigh of discomfort. “Your Goddess will probably be pleased if you leave me like this.”

Without a thought Raina’s hand flew and struck the demon across the face, surprising them both. “The Divine Goddess does not wish the death of any living creature, even a demon,” she said as she moved to stand, rubbing the back of her hand across her face to wipe away the tears that were prickling, black blood smearing on her cheeks. “Tell me what I must do to save you.”

For a moment the demon only stared up at her, a look of mild astonishment in his red eyes. “Tell me your name, girl.”

“Raina,” she answered, taking another shaky breath to again demand what she must do, but he held up his hand to silence her.

“Raina,” he repeated, his eyes burning into her “As a mortal, by giving your name and your body to a demon, you bind yourself to them, to Darkness with the act. Are you certain you wish to bind yourself to me in servitude for the rest of your existence, Raina?”

“I can’t let you die here when I have the ability to save you,” Raina said, meeting his gaze.

“Then, let your sexual energy heal me,” he said, his head falling back against the tree as he closed his eyes and shifted more fully on to his back. From between his legs something appeared, growing in size and shape. It was not the first time Raina had seen a penis, with the war she had tended to men before, but the demon’s was larger than any she had ever seen, and all but the tip was covered with the same short fur as his legs.

“Frightened?” the demon asked with a small laugh, but his voice was faint and he did not open his eyes to look at her.

Raina chose not to answer as she knelt down and hesitantly reached out to touch the demon’s thigh. The fir was softer than she had imagined, and she focused on that sensation as she reached out with her other hand and touched the base of the demon’s penis; the fur there was even softer.

“If you plane to save me, do it faster,” he said in a low voice. “Of you will be having sex with a dead demon, and I know for certain that goes against the tenants of your religion.”

Raina blushed furiously, pulling back her hands and twining them together. “I – I’m supposed to put you, to put that, in – inside me, right?” she asked, and the demon actually opened his eyes.

“You are a virgin,” he said, to which Raina nodded. “Good. The chances of this working have now doubled. I would tell you to prepare yourself, but I doubt you know how and time is running out.”

Raina bit her lip and nodded as she pulled up what scraps were left of her nightgown and positioned herself over the demon’s penis. She reached one hand down and grasped the shaft to hold it as she lowered herself hesitantly down. The fleshy tip pressed against her entrance and for just a moment she felt a tingling sensation before she pressed down with one swift, hard thrust, intent to get it over with fast, and pain swept over her. The tears that had been pickling her eyes began flowing down her cheeks and she could feel the slow trickle of blood on her thighs; and he was not even half way inside. She grit her teeth against the pain and blinked the tears away as she tried to push down again.

Clawed hands grasped her hips and yanked her down as the demon trust his hips upward. Raina shrieked in agony and lurched forward to collapse on the demon’s chest. “Why? I was trying,” she whimpered once the scream faded into the distance.

“This is your first and you were not prepared and you cannot relax. It was not going to get any better for you,” he answered, his voice surprisingly soft. “Better we simply get it over with, for your sake.”

She sniffled as she pushed back up, looking down at the demon through her tears. “What do I do now that you’re inside me?” she asked, trying not to think of how her body was being torn apart or the pain pulsing through her.

The demon reached up and slashed the remnants of her nightgown from neck to naval, letting it fall from her shoulders so that she was naked. “Touch your breasts,” he ordered as his hands returned to her hips.

Raina felt even more like crying, having her clothes ripped away when she could have simply removed them. She raised her trembling hands to grasp her breasts as she looked down, locking eyes with the demon.

“Knead them and focus on that sensation,” he told her as his hands squeezed on her hips, and she knew exactly what he meant to do.

She closed her eyes tight and squeezed on her breasts, first one and then the other, mashing them together as she was lifted up and then impaled again on the demon’s massive penis. She let out a whimper, the tears flowing even though her eyes were shut, and she continued playing with her breasts as she was lifted and impaled again and again and again and again.

Her fingernails dug into the flesh of her breasts and the sobs had begun to escape her lips when she noticed the change in strength and felt the build up as the demon lifted her and slammed her down against him harder than before. She screamed along with him, though not in ecstasy, as she collapsed on to his chest in tears, bloody half-moon imprints marring her breasts.

The demon’s arms wrapped around her as he moved and laid her on the ground, pulling himself out. She reached out and smiled a little as she ran her hand over his side.

The wound was gone.


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