The Demonic and the Divine

The nameless girl floated on a magic carpet of tequila and Ecstasy. She danced between them in the clearing, spinning and twitching to her own misguided rhythm. They had found her in a dirty, narrow room at the back of the club, pressed up against a wall. Her short skirt had been hitched up over her hips and a boy with a head of dark curls had been on his knees, lapping at her pussy through her cheap, pink nylon panties. Jacob had pushed the youth away and scooped the girl into his embrace without a word. The boy’s hooded eyes had followed them out, a slack expression on his stoned face.

The girl had allowed them to lead her out into the night, head turned up to the night sky, her eyes glossy from the narcotics. When they reached the edge of the woods, she hesitated, looking from Nala to Jacob. A brief flash of something surfaced in her face but Jacob put a hand on the small of her back and whispered in her ear, a promise perhaps? The girl grinned and she licked her lips. Her face was the expectant mask of an addict.

Nala caught Jacob’s eyes and they flashed with heat and invitation. Nala pulled the human toward her, cupped her heart-shaped face in both hands and kissed her full on the mouth.

“That’s it, Nala.” Jacob cooed in the dark.

Nala drew the girl deeper into the kiss, her young lips parted and Nala felt the delicious flick of her tongue. She ran her hands down over the firm body as her mouth filled with the extraordinary taste. The heavy beat of the nightclub’s music drifted out over the trees and Nala felt its pulse in every cell of her being. Her skin seemed to shimmer moist in the moonlight as she held onto the girl’s hips, beginning to lose herself in the exotic new sensations.

“Good, good. Now come to me.” Jacob commanded the human hungrily.

The girl was a speck of a thing really, pretty but vain and stupid, as he found most humans could be. Nala reluctantly released her. Jacob was delighted by his companion’s astonished expression. Nala’s perfect features were twisted in torment. She was all at once confused, horrified and consumed by lust.

“It is good to be bad. I told you.” Jacob laughed.

Nala seemed not to hear him; her eyes were on the girl as she pranced obediently toward Jacob.

The girl was dancing again to the distant beat, teasing and flirting. The silly human foolishly believed this was all about her. She stopped in front of Jacob and slowly tugged her top off over her head. Her small breasts bobbed in the moonlight, both nipples pierced with shining silver hoops. She stumbled as she tugged the skirt and panties down. Fumbling to free one leg, she leaned forward, and the starlight illuminated the curve of her thin back and her pouting sex, moist and glistening. Jacob heard Nala’s sharp moan and he was suddenly overwhelmed by a thirst and a yearning all his own.

A few moments later, they had her on the ground, sucking and biting her meeting in the middle over her supine form to lick the juices from each others mouths. Jacob reluctantly pulled back letting his companion move over the girl. He retreated into the shadows and watched the scene, stroking himself beneath the leather trench coat, as the saliva ran in rivulets down his chin.

The human’s naked body wreathed under Nala’s exploring mouth. She licked the peach-shaped breasts, taking them into her mouth one at a time, suckling the sweet flesh. She swirled her tongue around the cold metal piercings, felt the prick of the nipples as they hardened against her teeth. She stretched her hands across slippery flesh that seemed to pulse under her touch and pressed her fingertips down between the girl’s legs, felt the wetness as she slipped them inside the tight, secret space. The girl’s body squeezed back, her young pussy suddenly trapping her in its slick folds. The body began to vibrate with the force of the human’s orgasm and when she came, Nala pressed her face down between her legs and drank deeply as the strange and wonderful nectar exploded in her mouth.

A darkness began to descend over the three, inky black and sinister. Sweat on skin quickly cooled, a chill rose up in the clearing. Strange and primitive sounds mingled in the air above the girl’s body and her excitement quickly gave way to terror. The girl tried to roll away, away from the razor-shape edges and urgent groping. Her moans became frenzied screeching. When their victim began to scream, Nala pulled back in horror. Jacob reached out and wrapped his long fingers around Nala’s wrist.

“No, no, this is what makes it better, their fear and their pain,” Jacob said.

Jacob’s handsome features had been distorted by his need. His lips curled back from teeth that became sharp and predatory. His dark eyes glowed crimson and his skin was suddenly flushed and mottled with the sickening green of rot. The skin of his back split open with a wet, ripping sound and a pair of jagged, black veined wings tore free and unfolded above his head. Knotty, blackened horns erupted from his forehead, the tips blazing like they had been dipped in molten lava. His body seemed to swell and ripple as he invoked his full demonic potential. Jacob’s clothing tore free, his muscles rippled and popped. His phallus grew erect and engorged, impossibly large. It bobbed obscenely in the space between their bodies.

“I can’t. It is too much Jacob. She is too much.” Nala stammered, simultaneously appalled and fascinated by Jacob’s transformation.

Jacob hissed and unable to control himself any longer pushed past Nala and fell upon the girl. As if she was made of nothing at all, he flipped her onto her stomach and thrust himself roughly into her again and again, grunting with the effort. The girl twisted and scrambled forward on her knees, crawling at the ground, desperate to free herself from the abomination that violated her. Jacob threw back his horned head, his throat tight with rapture. A sour steam rose off his body, rising up into the night air, surrounding his frenzied, thrusting form like a fog. As he came, his teeth ripped open her tender throat and a rush of warm blood struck Nala’s face and chest. The smell and heat of the girl’s life fluid was intoxicating. It triggered a long repressed memory in Nala.

Many years ago there had been a horrible accident on a rural road. A man had been thrown from his vehicle and lay in a ditch, broken and bloodied. Nala had been with him, standing over him. He had been crying and mumbling incoherently, leaking his lifeblood into the soil. Nala had knelt down beside him in the dirt. She breathed over him and he seemed to arch up into the soothing mist of her exhalations. She leaned down closer to grant him release from the pain and was suddenly assaulted by the scent of his blood. It stirred in her something dark and primitive. Wrecked with the hunger that was both foreign and incredibly potent, Nala fled from the dying man, unable to complete her angelic mission. Confused and frightened by her desires, she’d abandoned the man to his pain.

Nala remembered that man now, watching the girl bleed out in the grass, her blood pooling thickly. Jacob’s shoulders and neck were painted with it as he fed on her. Nala licked her lips, dropped to her knees. She was in agony, aching with need.

“Taste her, Nala. She is exquisite.” Jacob reached up and pulled Nala’s face down toward the girl’s mouth. The girl’s lips were pale and soft, flecked with dark red droplets of blood. Her small teeth were stained the color of ripe cherries. She was making soft whimpering sounds, the apples of her breasts bobbing as she tried weakly to free herself from Jacob’s clutches.

“Now Nala! Hurry! Take the silly cow!” Jacob urged and squeezed both the girl’s breasts with hands that had become cruel talons. In response, the girl arched up into Nala, her mouth opening to her, her dying breath hot and sweet on her face.

Nala covered the girl’s mouth with her own. The human’s pain and terror exploded inside her and Nala was consumed by an infinite ecstasy. She drank it in deeply, losing herself in the rising tide of intense pleasure. She could taste the flavor of both innocence and sin and it made her heady with power. Nala drank and drank, running her hands down the girl’s ruined flesh, exploring her body. Angels were genderless and Nala marveled at the feminine beauty of the curves and the human secrets of the girl’s sex. She could hear Jacob panting, his demonic presence dominating, taking delight in her fall from grace.

Jacob. He had lured her here with promises. He had seen the darkness in her and had been obsessed with drawing out that sin. What a conquest this must be for him, watching her cast off her purity and her virtues to wallow in the dirt! Nala was suddenly sick with shame. She, a divine being, was consorting with the devil’s spawn. She had become vile, one of the fallen. She would be condemned to earth now, as Jacob was, cursed and marked as was his kind. He had told her, “We are not so different, you and I,” and had invited her to his sacrifice, dared her to prove him wrong.

The body beneath her hands began to tremble and buck. Nala looked down, into the girl’s eyes. The wide blue orbs were filled with a plea for mercy. Mercy. There it was, the difference between her and Jacob. Angels could bestow mercy and in that ability, would always hold supremacy over demons.

Nala was suddenly flooded with a new power, one born of grace and absolution. She saw the guiding light of salvation and let it carry her up from the pit into its radiance. She shook with fury and cast off her cheap disguise, layers of clothes dropped away. Nala’s towering form rose up and was revealed in all its androgynous glory. Her skin glowed translucent and waves of long, platinum tresses fell like silk curtains to her knees. In one sweeping motion, great, feathered wings unfurled and sparkled pearlescent in the night air. Jacob fell back in the shadows, hissing and cursing the , shielding his eyes from the impossible brightness.

Nala wrapped her arms around the girl, pulled her up into the illumination that surrounded her. With gentle fingertips, she tilted the girl’s face toward her and softly exhaled against her lips. In a few moments, the girl’s trembling ceased and her eyes glazed over with gratitude and peace.

“You can let go. I will take care of you.” Nala whispered, folding the girl into her wings, holding her frail body against her own. Filled with benevolence and love, Nala carried her far from her pain and her fear, delivering her to the shores of paradise leaving Jacob, stunned, his erection wilting in the night air.

“Angels, what pussies!” Jacob sneered, bitterly disappointed. He had expected it would be easy to convert Nala but in the end, she had eluded him.

Reverting back to his normal form, and grateful that the night was still young, Jacob scurried off into the darkness. There were plenty of humans ripe for the taking and many more Angels to tempt.