Broken Halo (9 page)

      
Besides,
human beings were made in the image of God. He hated that about them. He had
become quite hideous looking in his demonic form as had the other fallen angels
after being cast out of heaven. The only time they appeared beautiful again was
when they took on human form in a premeditated disguise, or possessed someone.

      
Sonya
was different. He didn't despise her God-given beauty, he worshiped it. Granted
the wings irked him. They had to go. She looked too much like an angel with
them. At least if they were removed he could have the illusion that she was
human now. Then again, pretending likely wouldn't be enough. Deep down he would
always know she was still an angel, even if her compromises had significantly
weakened her in the process.

      
The
only way he would ever be truly satisfied would be to take her down with him
and soil her innocence. He would make her a demon like him. He would never be
able to get her to blatantly renounce her allegiance to God, even if she
already had in a sense.

      
That
only left the act of mating with her and eventually claiming her as his blood
mate. He would get to that eventually, maybe even sire a son with her if he
felt so inclined, but for now he would revel in her helpless, weakened state
and how satisfying it was to destroy her purity and watch her defenses crumble
until his deadly assault on her began to take effect on her body and soul. He
would make her crave the sinful, binding union he wanted with her.

      
Nimbus
salivated for her mouth. He had to know what Sonya tasted like. How hot and wet
her mouth would feel wrapped around his shaft while she performed fellatio on
him. He wanted to fuck her throat and make her swallow his semen, to stretch
her vaginal tissues to accommodate his generous length and girth. He would will
her luscious body to open and she would be powerless to do otherwise. He would
spray his seed into her submissive womb and utilize his masculine power over
her - the power to create life with a beautiful woman - the power to change her
body simply because of having sex with her - the power to combine his entity
and hers into an heir to their own personal legacy, someone to carry on their
ambitions and vengeance.

      
Nimbus
was surprised by the wild thrill he had felt inside when she cursed at him. The
sight of her naked body and the sound of her beautiful mouth uttering such a
dirty word captivated him. He would fuck her and bring the pain she resented
but needed as well as the pleasure she feared but couldn't avoid. He would
watch her lust take over as he made her lose control of her body, bending her
to his will and making her one with him.

      
There
was an innocence about her warring with temptation. She was an angel with a
broken halo. A once flawless creature who valued honor, but stole tiny glances
at the darkness which whispered in her ear.

      
Between
him and Jude she didn't stand a chance. They were handsome devils well adept at
pleasing women. She was in the dangerous state of being torn and vulnerable;
lost in a labyrinth of confusion. She would answer the enticing call of the
pipers. They would drag her down into the abyss and make the flames of
forbidden passion consume her. She would forsake the light for the addiction of
illicit sex. The transformation would either break her heart, or draw his name
from her lips - the dark, twisted and comical irony of praising the destroyer
of her chance of redemption.

      
Sonya
was too beautiful to be shielded from hungry eyes. She was a perfect union of
angel and she-devil, desired by many. She was meant to be admired, shared and
he would make certain she was.

      
Sonya
seemed relieved when he unshackled her, but her false sense of security was
swiftly chased away once he led her to the washtub. “Get in.” She stepped in
and sank into the water, too coy and ashamed to look at him. “Don't go
anywhere.” She winced when he started taking off his clothes.

      
Nimbus
couldn't believe how hard he was, or how badly his cock ached and throbbed for
her sweet, feminine body. She was without question the most beautiful woman he
ever laid eyes on and he couldn't recall a time he was so horny and desperate
to sink inside a woman's cunt before.

      
She
slowly stood in the water, thinking his attention was diverted. He smiled at
this. He knew her a lot better than she gave him credit for. “Stay where you
are.”

      
She
grimaced and sank back into the water. Her nervous swallow had him salivating.
He wanted to mate with her and claim her, but wanted to wait until he had
broken her completely. That and it would be a wealth of fun to hang the threat
of being turned into a demon and his blood mate over her head whenever she
disobeyed him. Someday he would carry out his threat, but until then he would
torture her with the fear of it.

      
He
climbed into the tub with her, naked and erect. She moved away in fear. “Do you
see my penis, Sonya?”

      
Her
blush made his prick tighten. “No.”

      
He
grinned. “That is because you are not looking at it. Ogle it, Sonya. Take in
the glory of my stiff cock. See how it swells with lust for you.” Her face sang
of her embarrassment as she reluctantly glanced at the erection his hand
gripped by the root. “I am well-endowed; much larger than the average human
male. Does this please you?”

      
Her
breath hitched in her throat and she dropped her head. “Nimbus -”

      
He
angled her chin so she was forced to make eye contact with him. “Does the size
of my erect penis please you?”

      
Sonya
lowered her eyes miserably and swallowed with uncertainty. She was torn and
scared; caught between the enticing promise of hedonism and a sworn loyalty to
honor and goodness.

      
He
released her chin and slapped her. “I don't recall you being stupid. Has losing
your soul rendered you witless and inhibited your ability to answer questions
when they are directed toward you?”

      
Her
eyes closed in grief and reopened with anger and resentment. “I do not love
you.”

      
Nimbus
remained collected, but was surprised by how irked her comment made him. It
angered him and cut him more deeply than he cared to admit. “I didn't ask
whether or not you loved me. I asked if my cock pleases you. Since you fail to
understand the question, perhaps it would be best if I appealed to your
learning style. Are you a hands-on kind of woman, Sonya? Would suckling my
erection give you a better idea of whether or not it pleases you?”

      
She
inched away from him, but the side of the washtub reminded her there was
nowhere she could go to escape him. “No.”

      
He
pushed her head down and teased her lips with the tip. “Pleasure me, girl.”

      
She
parted her lips and the head of his stalk slid between them, passing her teeth.
Nimbus flinched with a startled yelp when the bitch bit him. He pushed her off
his rod and shoved her head down into the water. He heard her scream muffled by
the lukewarm water as he held her down. Bubbles surfaced from her struggles,
but his hold on her only tightened, preventing her escape.

      
There
was a keen sense of power to be felt in coercing her to stay below the warm,
wet prison and making her lungs accept an element they were never meant to take
in. He could kill her for her rebellion. He had that level of power over her.
He would never do so, though. He couldn't. Still, the knowledge that he could
if he wanted to, was empowering and the fact that he filled her head with this
same dreadful knowledge of his dark power over her was the ultimate boost to
both his ego and his libido. She would fear him, obey him.

      
Nimbus
yanked her head up and Sonya gasped for air and coughed frantically, spitting
water out of her pretty mouth. “Are you all right?”

      
She
was hacking too much to offer a reply to this.

      
He
took advantage of her vulnerability and pulled her out of the tub with him,
throwing her down onto the floor on her back and straddling her.

      
She
still coughed and took in deep, frantic breaths of air. Her eyes widened when
he coerced her mouth open and shoved his cock inside. The shaft choked out her
scream. Her gag reflex kicked in the further back he tunneled into her mouth.
He felt her uvula brush the crown of his tool. Her eyes widened and she
squealed in between gagging.

      
“You
like biting me, let's see how much you enjoy being throat-fucked by me,” he
sneered, “Why, Sonya, you look so frightened. If you want this to stop then beg
me for mercy.”

      
With
her wrists pinned to the floor and his manhood filling her mouth, that wasn't
possible, but his little Sonya found a way. A single tear rolled slowly down
her cheek as she held his aggressive gaze.

      
His
heart clenched. He wasn't sure why. Were the tears shed in humiliation or fear
he would have rejoiced over them, especially hers, but that wasn't why she
wept. The tear was like a key unlocking the door to her soul and when he looked
inside he could see how hurt she was. Physical and spiritual pain he delighted
in causing, even emotional pain. But this was so much more than that. Sonya was
scared, but her emotional suffering overshadowed her fear. She was
brokenhearted...because of him. No matter what she said, she still loved him.
It was written there in her dark eyes. She loved him and she hated him and
herself for betraying that.

      
Nimbus
pulled his member out of her mouth and stood, jerking her to her feet. He dried
her off, relishing the sight and feel of her soft, feminine curves and her
hands resting on his shoulders for support while he fondled her with the
fabric.

      
“Dry
me now,” he ordered quietly. She dried him off, battling the unbidden tears. He
gently raised her chin to meet his gaze. “Does my body please you? Be honest.”

      
Tears
trickled down her soft cheeks. Her reply sounded broken and completely sincere.
“Yes.”

      
He
smiled and caught her tears with his finger. His other hand caressed her left
cheek. “You are so beautiful. More than any woman I have ever slept with.”

      
Her
eyes squeezed shut and she made a little mewling sound of despair. Fifty
percent jealousy over his past sexual encounters and fifty percent guilt over
wanting him and feeling sullied by his power over her and the inevitable sin
they were about to commit together.

      
“Don't
cry, sweet girl. You are in good hands,” he lulled, kissing her forehead.

      
She
sighed when his lips touched her there. “But I'm not. You are a demon and I'm
an angel.”

      
He
cupped her cheeks to hold her head in place so their eyes were locked with one
another. “You were an angel and so was I. But we are not anymore, are we? We
are equals now.”

      
The
tears came faster and she struggled to escape his violating hands on her body.
“Oh, don't say that! I made a mistake, but I'm sorry for it. God will forgive
me.”

      
He
grabbed her jaw so tightly her lips puckered. “He will not. Do you want to
become a crusnik, Sonya? Do you want to take a life and drink the blood of
vampires in your quest for redemption? Could you kill Demornae? Because if you
were a black angel that is precisely what you would be required to do – slay
and drink the blood of former angels you once kept company with. Is that what
you want, Sonya?”

      
Her
eyes closed in misery. “No.”

      
“Of
course it's not. You are not a killer, Sonya. I know that. I also know your
conscience is eating you alive over what you have done. Don't think for a
minute that you have the audacity to stand before God and beg for forgiveness
for your most unholy betrayal. You may be delusional in your guilt, but I know
you better than that. Your remorse will never permit you to stand in the
presence of God again. You would sooner slip deeper into the abyss of sin than you
would stand before the one you betrayed. The one whose name you are no longer
worthy to utter.”

      
Sonya
started bawling. “Why are you doing this to me? You don't need me. You can have
any woman you want.”

      
“I
want you.”

      
“Why?”

      
“What
does it matter why? Isn't it enough that I do want you?”

      
“You
tricked me into selling my soul. I think I deserve an explanation.”

      
“You
sold your soul of your own volition, Sonya. I had nothing to do with your abuse
of your God-given freewill. I merely paved the road to your downfall, but I
didn't force you to set foot on it. You did that yourself and I'm so very glad
you did, because now you no longer have the glory and protection of heaven
surrounding you. You are entirely vulnerable and completely mine.”