My body shuddered, beads of sweat forming all over my pale skin as he pleasured me with his lips and mouth. He pulled back and looked at me, and I felt a sort of familiarity in the ecstasy that I found in his gaze. Even though my mind was in a whirl of confusion, my body remembered everything with an almost desperate longing. How was it that I came to be in this rather compromising position?
I don't remember anything before I was sitting on a street corner in the rain. My body felt weak and exhausted, the rain drenching my long black hair and T shirt, and the mud soaked into my jeans probably didn't help. I think I collapsed after that, because then next thing I knew, there was a man and a woman standing over me with concern in their eyes and voices. The woman asked me if I was alright and then asked me who I was, and it was at that moment that I realized I had absolutely no idea. I found I had no memmories at all, or perhaps I was simply too tired to think of any. I remember then that they brought me back home with them. They were brother and sister, Timothy and Jenniffer Moy.
I woke up almost sixteen hours later on a bed in their apartment, my head was still spinning. Jen was sitting by the bed and she asked me how I was. I thanked her for bringing me back with them and then, putting on some clean boxers and a Tshirt which I assume belonged to Timothy for he was built a bit thicker me, and the clothes hung losely on my slender form. She had prepared a bowl of instant noodles for me to eat as well as a cup of juice. She was young, but very kind and hospitible. She asked me again if I knew who I was, and again I searched my memmories and found nothing at all, nothing but an odd sense of guilt and an overwhelming sorrowful loneliness. There was no clue to who I was, there had not even been any sort of identification on me either.
She told me I ought to have a name, and named me 'Anjelique', for she said she found me very handsome, like an Angel. I supposed that I was rather flattered by the compliment. Then she got up and told me that she had to go prepare for Bible Study since it was Friday evening. I asked her what 'Bible Study' was, and she told me that she and her brother were worshipers of God. That seemed to strike perhaps the fringe of a memmory. I told her that I remembered that I too, was a worshipper of God! She said then, that I could join them. As she ran off to prepare for her guests, I put my head in my hands. Somehow the mention of these things made me ache deeply inside.
I went and got dressed and soon Tim returned home. He asked Jen if she had found out any more about me, and then told her that the name she had picked for me sounded wierd. I sat quietly and watched the 'Bible Study'; Jen and Tim and their friends all reading and singing happily. I sat in a chair with a Bible in my lap long after the people had all gone back to their homes or their dorms, and long after the clocks hands had passed midnight. All this felt so familiar and yet so very far away.
The next day, Jen and Tim and I went out around town. Jen bought some clothes for me and helped me find a job at a convienence store. Tim helped me to rent an apartment. I felt almost happy to have such good friends even though I had only known them a while, and had no idea who I was. They told me that I could ask them for help anytime I needed it, and that I could continue to attend their Bible Studys. Everything seemed to be going well.
Weeks went by. Everything seemed to be going almost ideally, and yet inside I still felt an underlying sense of sorrow and longing. Although I had friends, I felt lonlely, so very cold and alone, as though I was still waiting for someone. I was walking home from work one evening, pondering these things, when I almost walked into a tall man. He was a very strange and almost frightening looking man, and upon closer inspection, I wondered if he was even a man at all.
He had horns growing out of his shaggy red hair, and thick dark sharp nails, perhaps claws, but most oddly, his eyes seemed to hold an other-worldly darkness. At any other time, I would have bolted, but there was something about him that seemed almost familiar. My heartbeat quickened, and the ache seemed to be spreading all through me in heavy pulses. The man, or creature, took a step towards me and slowly, as if cautiously, placed a hand on my cheek. I didn't fight back, I felt afraid and yet not quite threatened. It seemed at that moment that the ache intensified, hurting sweetly through my entire body.
I noticed that there were tears running down my cheeks. I put a hand on his, and looked up into those eyes filled with pure darkness and managed to whisper out, "Are you the one I've been longing for?..." He looked down at me almost sympathetically for half a moment before pulling me against him in a rough, crushing embrace. His hands felt my body and I felt panick rising in my throat, but then he pulled back, and cupping my chin, he said, "Bring me back with you, and I'll tell you who you are."
And so unquestioningly, almost in a daze, I allowed him to follow me back to my home. We sat down in my room on the bed in expectation that he would reveal a great secret to me. But before either of us even spoke, inside somehow I knew that all this time, I was longing for him, longing with all my heart and before I even knew what I was doing I was kissing all over him. To my relief he was doing the same in return. In a few more moments he had stripped me and tied my hands to the headboard. He smiled, darkly, looking over me, examining me, and then he put his warm hands on me and began kissing down my body. My heart ached again, ached with pure longing. And there I was, helpless to him, and yet so relieved.
When he pulled back yet again, my whole body was trembling, pleading for him. He kissed me with unrestraned, harsh posessiveness, even this motion was complete seraching and claiming. My heart ached yet again as he continued. I was only a little surprise to hear him speaking in my mind. He was saying that I still tasted like a piece of heaven. And he continued, claws raking down my back and sides, mouth tasteing, hands feeling everywhere as if refamiliarizing themselves with my form.
Next he scooped me onto his lap, our heated bodies pressed against each other, his hand stroking our members. My bound limbs strained against their restraints, tugging and struggling. I had not expected that in all my lost memmories, I would have made love, and in a strange way it felt like I never had, but at the same time these passionate feelings were all too familiar to me, and they were quenching my thirst, pushing past what felt like an icy shell until it cracked and warmth flowed through to me.
Soon, before I even expected it, he had shifted my body again and was thrusting into me. I almost cried out but it came out only as a whimper in his mouth, once again pressed against mine in a deep kiss. I felt like a shock had gone through my entire form, my whole body immersed in dizzyingly intense sensation. I could hardly feel anything but the man holding me securely close to him. And it seemed as quickly as all these things had commenced, it was over, and a strange new calm and perhaps even happiness came over me as I had never felt before. He undid the bindings on my wrists and with gentlness one would not have guessed would be contained in his terrifying form, he carefully laid me down on the bed and then laid down beside me. I looked at him, and in that moment I thought there could not be a creature more beautiful.
"What...a release..." I whispered gratefully to him with a tired smile. He made me feel as though after waiting, I could finally smile and laugh, and hurt and weep sincerely.
"Finally," he replied, "I have found you again, claimed you again, my pet. My beautiful posession." He kissed me again and wrapped his arms around me once more.
The man related to me all that he said that I had been, that we had been. He told me that I had been an angel and that he was a demon. He told me that we had been lovers, but I had been punished for doing so and thrown to earth and transformed into a human. He said those things and many more, painting a history in more shades than I wrap my mind around. I thought for a moment, it felt to me that he must be right, it felt that way. It would explain away my longing and sorrow and resentment, and explain the feeling I had gotten when I had seen him, and why he looked so strange...but I just said...
"You're crazy! How can that possibly be!?" And how could it? What sort of crazy person would be spewing such fairy-tale like nonesense? There was a better explanation as to what was going on...wasn't there?
"I'm real, aren't I?" he asked gently, patiently, convincingly. "And I think that you remembered me."
I felt the sorrow and confusion wash over me once more. "I don't know," I replied. "I know even less what to think now than I had." I felt utterly lost and helpless, cold and afraid. I hugged myself, this was not the conclusion I had expected. He stayed there though, and after a few moments, he put his arms around me once more, I think until I was asleep. And again, I felt so safe, so happy, so relieved. I felt free, like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders and I could fly again.
---POV Switch
The second night I returned to him, he was so desperate for me. He fucked himself on me so hard and fast that I was afraid he might hurt himself so I put my hands around his slender waist to slow him. "Don't worry," I whispered, "I'm here. I'm real. I'm not going to disappear." He looked achingly desperate as I lowered him down onto the bed and took over.
"Don't stop...please don't stop...don't stop, don't stop," he pleaded in a continuous whisper, clinging tightly to me. I didn't stop, paused only a few times to let him catch his breath for barely moments before going on. It was as though all that had happened to him had made him insatiably desirous of me. I kissed him and tasted him. Bit and clawed and marked him.
And when we were finished, he wept on my chest. Wept and wept as though his tears would never dry up. All the unrecognized tears that had been pent up in his chest all these months. Though months were only a short time, for humans, I knew that they had the potential to feel like an eternity. "Don't leave me," he pleaded again and again. "Please, don't leave me, my master." The words flowed from those lips that had said them too many times to forget.
I smiled darkly, for it was for calling a demon master that he had been punished. "I won't leave you," I said to him. "I'll never leave you, my pet, my beautiful fallen angel..." "You belong to me, and only to me, forever." I held him against me tightly and stroked his long dark hair until he had worn himself out with those harsh sobs that shook his entire fragile form, and had fallen dead asleep. I kissed him and held him becuase he was mine to do so with. These were not symbols of affection so much as symbols of ownership. These were my rights, for he was my precious posession, and he knew so. I knew that he knew it was so.
I stayed until morning this time and gently woke him at dawn. He laid close to me and kissed me, and one thing lead to another and soon I had taken him yet again. Tired, he wrapped his arms around my neck, and I let my hands travel down his slender form. He belonged so much to me. He gave a soft sigh. "Oh...Demon...I don't want to get up," he said, shaking his head. "I just want to lay here all day with you."
I almost opened my mouth to say that he must, and then I didn't. I smirked at him and stroked his cheek. "You exist only for the purpose of pleasing me, my precious possession," I said. I had my beautiful angel tightly in my grasp again, and the whole world could wait for us to make up for lost time.
