Azrael - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

It took almost two weeks for Ellie's injuries to heal, from the hours spent with Azrael. She had to give up her wardrobe of skimpy tops and short skirts, temporarily. Her breast still bore the mark he'd carved there, yet she'd managed to convince the only friend to see it, that there was a joke behind the supposedly henna tattoo. She had seen little of Derek, except at family dinners, since he spent most of his time locked in the study to write. A trip to the basement found nothing unusual, none of the whips or chains from her last visit, only the usual junk stacked.

Deciding to put the incident behind her, Ellie made a phone call to a few of her friends from college, and invited them over for a swim. Only two of them were free for the day.

She slipped upstairs, ignoring the clack of keys in the study, and stripped out of her sweat pants and tank top. She pulled on her skimpiest string bikini, bright pink decorated with little black stars. A glance in the mirror showed half of the tattoo was visible.

Monica already knew, and Luke wouldn't even notice it for other factors, she thought, as she turned in front of the mirror to study her body. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a hasty ponytail to prevent it snarling in the water. She knew Luke's main focus would be on convincing her to hook up, which didn't sound so bad in light of the last two weeks of tension at the house. And if he asks about the mark, I will tell him the same story about a henna tattoo.

She headed downstairs after grabbing a beach towel, only to meet Derek halfway. She shrunk back against the wall to give him space on the stairs. His gaze roamed over her from the top of her head down to her tattooed breast then lower to take in the tiny strings holding her bottoms together. Heat flushed her as his eyes locked onto the pink triangle between her legs. His hand rose up, and the knuckles on the back of his fingers brushed against her tattooed breast.

"Planning a swim?" he asked, conversationally.

Her head bobbed in a nod. "Umm, Monica and Luke are coming over," she replied. Then she sucked in a sharp breathe, as his knuckles pushed the fabric away from her breast. "W-what are you doing?"

His mouth was open to reply before the doorbell rang from downstairs. A quick jerk of his hand covered her breast again  and he started back upstairs, leaving her breathing hard and clutching the towel against her chest.

Taking a deep breathe, she hurried the rest of the way down then opened the door, with a smile for her friends. Monica's bright smile and red curls greeted her. She wore a transparent white dress covering a barely there yellow bikini. Beside her, Luke was shirtless, wearing a pair of white trunks covered in huge blue flowers, and flip flops. His brown hair was tousled and sun-streaked as he picked her up in a hug, one hand getting overly friendly with her ass.

"I love that suit," Monica said as they started through the house toward the backyard. She linked one of her arms with Ellie's and bent her head to whisper, "Is Derek home?"

Ellie started to deny it, then just nodded, unable to stop the brief rush of jealousy. Her friend's crush on her older step-brother was well documented in a variety of ways, yet the thought of them together had never felt right to her. It felt less right after the night with Azrael, though she commented, "He's been locked in the study with his laptop for the last week. Mom and John went out of town on a supposed business cruise, so he's been taking advantage of the quiet the last couple days."

"What idiot would pick a computer over you two ladies?" Luke's voice piped up from behind them as he tossed his towel and sunglasses onto the table nearest the pool. His flip flops were kicked off before he dove into the water, muscles rippling in a way she couldn't help but admire.

Monica followed a moment later, though Ellie moved slower, sitting down on the edge of the pool. Her plan to slide carefully into the water was thwarted, when Luke swam up to catch hold of her ankles, and pulled her into the water. She came up laughing and sputtering, while standing in the water. Catching Monica's smirk and wink, she kicked her feet to swim away from Luke and to the other side of the pool.

"Any idea when Derek's next book is coming out? His last one left me wondering," Monica said from where she floated on her back. "I can't wait to find out how it ends."

Luke swam over and commented, "Those books are for people who can't get laid, Monica."

Ellie splashed water at him. "I happen to like them," she informed him before she could stop herself. "They're a bit . . . uncouth, but that's what I like about them. Besides, Azrael is kind of hot."

"And fictional." One of his arms slid around her waist to pull her back against his chest. His erection pressed against her barely covered ass as one hand slid over her belly, brushing just above the pink fabric. "The problem with fictional is they're not able to really do anything. Who needs fiction when you can have reality?" he asked, lowering his head to nip her neck.

A shiver went down her spine, though Monica's cough drew her head up.

"I think I'm going to grab a drink," she said, before swimming to the ladder. "Maybe I'll even ask Derek for a glimpse of his new novel. Have fun, guys." Her words were barely out before she pulled herself gracefully from the water and started toward the house. She paused to wink at Ellie, then wrapped the towel around herself, hurrying inside.

Ellie's mouth was open to object, before Luke's hand slid lower to curve over the pink triangle. His lips sucked the side of her neck, while his erection pressed more firmly against her ass. Moaning, quietly, she arched into the movement just as his finger slid under the side of her bottoms and between her folds. His teeth bit her neck, yet it wasn't the same pleasure with Azrael, more of a playful nip than an attempt to cause pain. Even his finger sliding in and out didn't elicit the same rush of pleasure, though she felt herself getting wet, and an odd feeling starting in her stomach. His other hand slid up her stomach to cup her breast through the fabric, the other still teasing her folds as a second finger joined the first.

"What's with the tattoo?" Luke's voice had moved up to her ear as his thumb and first finger twisted her nipple. His fingers continued plunging in and out of her wet channel while he suckled her neck. "It's not what I'd expect from you."

"Umm, i-it's for a play," she lied, turning around in his arms. A pleasant surprise went through her when his fingers adjusted their position to continue fingering her despite the change in position. "It's henna, so it won't last."

His only response was a quiet "hmm" before his lips trailed down her throat again, pushing the bikini top's fabric aside with his face. He blew cool air across the straining nipple then sucked it into his mouth, fingers thrusting deeper inside her.

One of her hands slid down to wrap around the bulge straining against his trunks.

A sudden pain stabbed her stomach, and Ellie gasped, digging her nails into Luke's back and cock, unintentionally. She flushed, and it felt as if scorching flames were licking her skin. She squirmed, uncomfortably against Luke's hold, yet only succeeded in forcing herself to press closer against the erection, which in turn caused further pain, and her throat clenched. His fingers thrusting inside her felt uncomfortably painful, so she pushed away, tugging her suit back into place as her throat closed up in pain. A few feet away, Luke was groaning in pain, though she ignored him and swam to the opposite side, hanging onto the edge as her breath came in shallow pants.

She whimpered at the next rush of pain, then cried out, as a hand closed in her hair tightly, and pulled. Ellie was yanked out of the pool, to stand in front of a naked Derek. His face was twisted with rage. His free hand reached up to encircle her throat, squeezing painfully as his eyes, now pools of blackness, bored into hers.

"Why were his hands on my property?" he demanded, jerking her hair back as tears sprang into her eyes.

"I-I . . ." Her words trailed off when her gaze slid to Luke who was still in the pool, his expression pained. There was a bluish hue to his lips as invisible hands of water wrapped around him, squeezing to the point of pain, judging by his groans and struggles. "W-hat are you doing?"

"Borrowing you for your punishment." The words were no sooner out of his mouth, when everything became a blur. Suddenly they were standing in the basement, where Monica's body was suspended above her by chains, though she found herself frozen in place before a rectangular altar built underneath. Dim candles hung to illuminate the room, several chains hanged from the altar's sides, while another table was covered in an assortment of items.

Derek's hold on her hair, held Ellie to the table. His hands chained hers together above her head, then locked them in place. She laid on the altar, still frozen in fear. Ellie tried to whimper or beg him to stop, yet he only ignored her, wrapping a chain around each ankle, then binding them to the table legs so her body was on display for him.

Ellie struggled against the chain as she felt movement return to her body, though she could barely move, and only strained her breasts against the thin fabric. A scream tore from her when she saw Azrael's face hovering over her. One of his clawed hands wrapped around her throat, to cut her sound off. His other clawed hand shredded the bikini top and tossed it aside. Her bottoms followed a moment later, before one finger thrust into her, eliciting another strangled scream. The finger pumped in and out of her, as thick as the two fingers Luke had used in the pool.

"I warned you." His tongue flicked out to lap at the tears sliding down her cheeks before he pulled away. She whimpered as the claw withdrew, then she strained against the chain. He concluded. "I have the perfect punishment."

Still struggling, she paid no attention to his movements and focused on Monica's limp form above her. Her head was bloody, as if someone had hit her yet the welts on her back were the focal point, bits of blood dripping onto Ellie's body. A rough slap to her face drew her attention back to Derek, focusing on the long, black candle held in his hand. The tip was burning bright, wax dripping down the length,. Though she couldn't stop an unbidden thought of how it resembled a thin cock, dribbling.

Azrael moved the candle between her breasts and tilted it down, smiling as the hot wax dribbled onto her skin. In response, Ellie sucked in a sharp breathe at the burning sensation of wax on her sensitive skin. She squirmed against her bonds as he moved the candle further down to leave behind a thin trail of black wax that paused at her belly button. A few extra drops dripped into the small indention before he straightened the candle, smirking down to her.

"I knew you'd test my mark, Ellie," he informed her, conversationally. One hand guided the candle over to her breast and tipped it so that hot wax dripped onto the swollen nipple, causing her to gasp and squirm. "In fact, I wrote an entire chapter about you agonizing over whether to trust the mark or not. Frankly, I expected you to test it sooner, and at least a bit more discrete... or did you want to get caught?"

A shaky breathe escaped her when more wax dripped onto her nipple, building on the hardened wax already there. Her nipple strained against the wax gripping it like a vice, though a claw slashing through the wax build up made her gasp.

"Tell me. Did you want to get caught, to see how I'd punish you?"

Ellie shook her head then cried out as his candle trailed wax over to the other breast, lowering the candle closer. Its flame licked at her breast while warmth spread, wax still dripping onto the tip hardened by the cold basement air. She arched against her bonds as she felt a claw sliding between her folds, already aware of the moisture pooling.

"The truth," Azrael ordered, thrusting his claw inside until she gasped. The candle shifted closer to heat her nipple. His thrusting claw easily moved through the wet channel as a low rumble escaped him. "Still want to lie to me, Ellie?"

"I'm n-not lying." She sucked in a sharp breathe when he pushed deeper with his claw, scratching her walls. A jerk of his wrist dripped more wax onto her nipple inside its waxen cocoon. "P-please, Azrael."

Her words went ignored, and the candle was lowered over her belly, to drip wax onto her clit. His claw was still buried in her as the wax dripped onto her sex, mixing with the juices leaking from her. The burning sensation made her moan while she arched up, spreading her thighs wider.

The claw withdrew with a squishing sound and he brought his hand to his nose, inhaling her scent. His claw reached out to her mouth, and smeared her moisture on her lower lip as he commented, "And yet you're soaked for someone who claimed she didn't want this." He blew out the candle's flame.

She gave a sigh of relief that was short lived, as the candle with its still warm wick slid down her body. A whimper of pain escaped her as a dark line left is left on her thigh from the carbon on the candle wick. The he forced the tip of the burned out candle between her folds and pushed it in. She jolted against the chains with a gasp. The candle was forced in and out of her with a rough thrusting. Her arching back allowed the candle deeper with each thrust. His mouth bent to her left breast, sucking the stiff nipple between his teeth for a rough suckle without a pause in the candle's motion.

"Should I have kept it lit?" Azrael's words were a growl against her breast before his teeth sank in, forcing her to arch further as heat spread through her core. She whimpered and gripped the chains while he commanded, "I want you to cum now."

A scream tore from her as the heat intensified into a burn as if a flame were pressed against her inner spot. Her body arched up so his fingers met moisture while her walls greedily squeezed the candle's length, screaming through her orgasm. However, she found him stepping away without removing the candle from her dripping pussy, which still gripped it in a vice.

"I also wrote another scene that Monica was kind enough to help us with," he began, hovering over her. His pants dissolved away so his cock hung in front of her face, already hard and pulsing. "I think you'll like it."

Leaving her laying there, he turned a lever so the chain lowered Monica's head and shoulders, while keeping her feet elevated. Another tug lowered her head and shoulders again, positioning Monica diagonally, so her head hung facing down along with her breasts, while her restrained wrists and ankles supported her weight. The new position dripped more blood onto Ellie's face and breasts, which was beginning to cool from the stinging wax.

Ellie turned her head to the side only to find the thin knife carved from human bone hovering over her breast. "Please, Azrael," she begged then sucked in a breathe as the knife scraped her skin. It peeled the layer of wax away to reveal one swollen nipple that was tinted red from the heat. His teeth clamped around the bud almost immediately, while she felt the candle begin to thrust inside her once more. "Oh, yes . . . oh, God."

His knife continued to move down her body, skimming away the wax, without removing his lips from her breast. Then he shifted his attention to the other breast and suckled, while the blade eased the wax from her swollen clit. However, peeling the wax from her cit arched her hips and the blade nicked her skin, causing her to cry out. Her shudder also pulled the candle deeper inside her and she gasped and arched into him, heedless of anything except the immense pleasure spiraling through her.

A sudden jerk withdrew the candle, and a thump followed. Azreal rose from Ellie's breast and moved to kneel between her open thighs. Her folds were separated by the head of his cock, before his length thrust into her, with a growl that definitely wasn't human. Crying out, she arched her hips up to meet his thrusts. He gripped her thighs to control the undulations of her hips against him.

"Here's the part where Monica helps," he began. He pulled her hips, sliding her on the altar so that her face was underneath Monica's face. One of his hands lifted, and the knife glinted in the candlelight, as he made a slashing motion across Monica's neck.

Ellie felt warm liquid splash onto her face. A scream left her as the metallic tang of blood filled her mouth, yet she could do nothing but lay there, hips arching into Azrael's thrust. She spit out the blood only to have more drizzle  into her mouth. She looked up to see Monica's slit throat as she gurgled helpless sounds before falling silent. Ellie's mind wanted to revolt at the sight, taste, and sticky feeling, yet her body continued thrusting up to meet Azrael while pleasure built to a fever pitch.

"Fuck me," she begged in a voice she barely recognized as her own. Her fingers were digging into the chains while she strained and pushed her hips to take his cock deeper. Feeling a pressure on her hand, she felt the chains pull tight then release.

Azrael's hands immediately pulled her to sit up on the edge if the altar, her knees clutching his hips, and his length deep inside her. The chains fell from her ankles, so she wrapped her legs around Azrael's hips, with Monica's head hanging behind her. "Please, fuck me."

"Fuck yourself," he challenged. His hands slid up her hips through the sticky blood to her breasts where his fingers flicked her nipples then twisted them, roughly. "Do it, Ellie. Show me you're worth of being my mate."

Pushing aside the nausea building in her stomach, Ellie placed her hands on his shoulders, nails curling in, and began to rock her hips back and forth on his erection. Her hips rolled back to let his cock slide halfway out, then she pushed her hips up against him to drive him deeper. She repeated the action several times as he bent to suckle her neck. She felt his teeth nip the tender skin yet it only added to the pleasure while she rode him, tilting her head back to allow him better access. Ignoring Monica's hair tickling her face, she impaled herself onto his length while the pressure built inside her.

Azrael's mouth trailed bites up her throat to her chin before a hand tangled in her hair, and the other still played with her nipple. His hand gripping her hair tilted her to face him, forcing her into a kiss, the forked tongue lashing against hers. She responded without hesitation, kissing him fiercely.

A jolt of pleasure washed through her as she hunched against him. Shuddering with her climax, she moaning his name against his lips. He picked up the thrusting motion while she continued to climax, nails digging into his shoulders to imbed in the skin. Even as he growled his pleasure into her mouth, she felt the familiar burn of his cum spurting inside her and moaned at the sensation. His claws clutched her hips while he forced her body to finish riding him through his release.

She whimpered as Azrael pulled away from the kiss, trailing his lips down her jaw to her throat then down to lap at her blood-splattered chest. His tongue made her shiver as it moved over to a nipple and sucked the blood covered nub, lashing it with his tongue.

"Did you enjoy that, Ellie?" The words were muffled against her breast. She could only nod as he withdrew from her, leaving her sitting on the altar as a mixture of fluids dripped down onto the worn stone. His hands grasped her thighs, then forced her to roll over, on the altar, moving her onto her knees with her head facing toward Monica's pale, bloodless form.

Feeling her stomach knot up, she tried to look away, except Azrael's sudden grasp of her hair forced her to stare at the body of her former friend. The green eyes were open and sightless, red hair a tangled mess. Ellie felt Azrael moving behind her, one arm slid around her waist, while the hand from her hair moved to grasp her chin, forcing her to stare at Monica. His hold moved down to cup her breast as his forked tongue brushed the side of her neck. Goosebumps shot down her arms.

"Say one thing, Ellie, and you'll be mine forever," he rasped in her ear. The arm around her waist moved, and his hand slid down so he could stroke her clit as his tongue swirled in the shell of her ear. "All you have to say, is my name, three times. Three times, and I can continue making these fantasies you feel so guilty about, come true." His finger circled her clit, then he slid his hand further, curling a claw into her. "Just say it, Ellie."

Her hesitation was minimal, as she remembered the searing pleasure of his touch, of his bites, and even of Monica's blood splashing onto her. The claw moving smoothly back and forth inside of her. Along with his nibbles to her throat, the decision was all the easier while she arched her back and thrust  herself against his hand.

"Azrael," she whispered, sucking a sharp breathe. A second claw had entered into her to tease on and out, while his lips sucked her neck. His cock stirred to life against her ass as she struggled to speak. "Azrael."

Ellie whimpered when his hands slid from her body, sliding down her back to grasp her hips. She made a small attempt to move away as his hands forced her cheeks apart to fit the head of his cock between her wet folds. One hand left her hip to grasp her hair, forcing her to push back against his cock.

"One more time." His words were an order as he pushed forward, ignoring her gasp that turned to pleasure. "Just one more time."

She bit her lip in hesitation then screamed at the sudden thrust forward. A few careful thrusts were given to drive himself deeper as she gave in to the pleasure.

"Azrael!" His name was almost a plea that turned into a scream as his cock drove into her.

All other thought was driven from her mind as she dropped to her elbows and pushed back to meet his thrusts. She distinctly heard him growl against her bare back, "Mine."

"Only yours," she replied, breathlessly and knew she wouldn't be testing his mark again. The only male she'd be allowing to take her was Azrael, who'd nurtured the dark fantasies buried in her subconscious for his creative processes, in a manner that made her eager for the concluding chapters of his current book.

The End

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