The Demon Lord Is An Angel
Chapter 253: *Bound Angel - Part 2*

Chapter 253: *Bound Angel - Part 2*

"Yes, Malzkael, I’m going to punish you."

Rain licked his lips at the sight of Malz’s plump, rounded ass, knowing just how tight her little hole was as he approached.

Her cock still dribbled white from her orgasm, but he ignored it as he adjusted her position, making sure her ass was at just the right height.

Grabbing his cock, he began to spank it across her cheeks, before letting it fall between her buns as he rocked his hips forward and back, teasing her pucker until it winked open in just the right way and he plunged about a finger’s length of his cock into her.

Her cries were muffled by the mouthful of blanket his thrust forced her to bite down on. His dick was well over three of his own fingers in girth.

"You’re so fucking tight... Tighter than ever... You really want this, don’t you, Malz?"

Malz spit out the blanket. "You can call me ’bitch’, Daddy..."

Rain smacked her on the ass with his belt. "I’ll call you whatever I want, slut."

Malz’s hole tightened on his cock with the slap of leather, and again when he called her a slut.

He was so hard... He’d never done this to anyone. Never insulted any of his partners in bed. Never bound them. Never took out his frustrations on a partner outside of training or sparring.

He was so used to smiling, to keeping up a mask, that he’d never grinned confidently with the pride of one for whom everything was unfolding as he desired. He’d never needed to... until his life had lost what little control he had.

And now, Malz was giving him a little taste of what he lacked...

Bending over her, easily occluding her petite body with his muscular frame, he hilted himself in her bussy. He paused then, letting her body adjust. There was no need to break her, not when she was already moaning so sweetly for him.

She came up for breath, and he grabbed her by the hair, pulling her neck back. "Do you like this, Malz? You want me to call you that, like you’re a bitch in heat?"

"Yes... Daddy..." she moaned, her voice cracking as her body quivered on the edge of pain and pleasure.

"Then howl for me, you bitch!"

Rain rewarded her with a slap of the belt across her ass. Again and again as he held her by the hair, letting her cry out and scream and moan to her heart’s content.

And when using the belt no longer satisfied him, he cast it aside and delivered a heavy slap with the palm of his hand. A slap that made her compress so tightly, he almost lost himself right there.

Wanting to preserve himself for more, Rain pulled out, causing Malz to cry out, "No! Give it back!"

Rain picked her up by the ropes, sliding onto the bed before he turned Malz to face him, his other hand grabbing his cock as he positioned her to fall upon it. As soon as he let go, he drove his dick into her up to the hilt, causing another spurt of white that painted his abs with her moist, lusty heat.

"You came again," Rain growled, spanking her on the ass hard. Again and again, only managing to make her cock spew more of its seed onto his abs, but drawing out ecstatic screams.

Her tits jiggled in the air and Rain pulled her down to tease and bite them, forcing pleasure into her viciously as he felt his walls start to crumble.

If only he could do this to Cassiel...

Yes, he’d humiliated her, but how had she responded? Silence. The pretense that it was all part of her plan... And putting him in his place as soon as the eyes were off her. Reminding him that he was, for all intents and purposes, a slave in Heaven, whose only freedom was allowed on the battlefield... as long as that battlefield wasn’t in Heaven.

She’d stolen his dignity. No... She was just the enforcer of that state. He’d lost his dignity the moment he let himself be talked into giving up the first man he’d ever loved... Because Heaven demanded it, and his family demanded it. Because he hadn’t been willing to bear the consequences of defying them both...

Something in Rain snapped.

Pitching forward, he began to pound Malz’s ass mercilessly, his hips bucking hard enough with godflesh-augmented strength to equal the slaps of a belt with every resounding smack.

His cock pummeled Malz’s insides, edging him closer and closer. He bit her again, on the opposite side of her neck, almost deep enough to draw blood but certainly hard enough to keep her girlcock dribbling its seed.

"Rain... I’m so-"

Rain wrapped his hand around Malz’s throat. "No, you don’t speak. A bitch begs, Malz. Beg me to finish you..."

With his hand around her throat, all she could do was whine, losing precious air as he continued to restrict her breathing.

He felt her insides twitch and compress, the beginning of a struggle between survival and sexual bliss.

He held her at that edge, harder and harder until the pressure behind his cock was too much.

Until white-hot seed gushed out of him to an animalistic, dominant roar.

He finally let go of Malz’s throat then, keeping himself inside her to the hilt as her body squirmed and strained against the ropes, and against him, with all its might.

And as soon as she could speak again-

"History! History! Gods below, History!"

The safeword hit Rain like a bucket of water.

He immediately pulled out, his seed spilling between Malz’s legs as he reached for the central knot and pulled it free, releasing her body all at once even though it was still left tangled.

"Are you okay?" Rain asked, pulling her arms and legs into a more natural position before trying to get the ropes out from under her.

"That was... the most amazing thing... I’ve ever done..." she rasped. "I can’t feel my arms..."

Rain started to massage her biceps, encouraging her blood to flow. He’d gotten a bit of experience with massages, thanks to the backpain Cassiel experienced from having such an enormous rack. Gently he began to work on Malz’s body, then her legs, all the while watching her face as she continued to pant, recovering herself slowly.

"Sorry... about the safeword... I just... Phew..." she couldn’t put it into words, even after she was finally able to push herself up to a seat. She eyed Rain’s body hungrily. "Was it good for you too?"

"It was amazing," Rain answered.

"You’re a natural," Malz complimented him. "Gods, I want to do this again, but I’m so sore..." She looked down at his abs. "Can I do something for you? I wanted to ask but you were choking me so..."

"Sorry," Rain blushed.

"Don’t apologize! It was great!"

That something turned out to be gently cleaning Rain’s abs with her tongue, licking up her own spend as he petted her night-black, straight locks.

"I never thought I’d enjoy something like that," Rain confessed. "It was so..."

"Liberating, right? Gods below, I love breaking rules..."

A laugh burst out of Rain. "There are rules against this?"

"Of course there are. Heaven strictly controls information." She cuddled against him, tracing her fingers along his abs. "You could probably get me arrested on "sexual deviancy" charges, though for House Eros that’s just a rite of passage."

Malzkael Eros... no, Malzkael Eros-Memoria. A girl obsessed with the truth and where to find it, she was turning away from Heaven’s laws... Heaven’s values... Away from Heaven itself.

"I think I told you this before, but that’s why I like books. The Choir leaders can’t just declare something against the rules and alter it like with the Akashic network. Or delete it outright. Information should be free unless it’s actually harmful. Everyone should be free to be a rope bunny if they want to..."

"Rope bunny?" Rain asked. He could guess what she meant, but it was a new term.

"It’s a rough translation. Some ancient language."

"How many languages do you actually speak?" Rain asked.

"All of them," Malz chuckled. "Well, seventeen and change. Ten of them are ancient; no one speaks them anymore."

"Wow... you’re really smart."

"I am a descendant of Eyko," she gestured at the picture of a black-winged seraphim on the wall opposite her bed.

Now that Rain took a closer look at it, he noticed the accessories in the background. A book, a vase, a quill, the perfectly angled cuts meant to represent a processed mana crystal. All tools of preservation.

"Did Eyko preserve that, um, bondage stuff?" Rain asked.

"Who can say? I bought these from the underground bookstore at the Galleria ages ago. Half their stock is recopied. So aside from some original covers, there could be lost information on the actual sources. And then there’s the stuff they get from Ayther..."

"You think there’s more extreme stuff on Ayther?" Rain asked. He’d never even thought...

"Of course. Down there, they’re free."

"I guess so..." Rain sighed, relishing the taste of freedom he’d discovered with Malz.

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