Hell on Earth ..... Mature

[midnight]

"Why don't you like it when I touch your wings? I'm not going to hurt you, you know."

Victory glared at her coldly, and his snow white wings quivered slightly at the thought, "Because, they are mine, leave them alone!" he snapped at her angrily, she had already pulled one feather out, there were certain feathers he couldn't loose! If he did it, it would weeks and months before they grew back! But he wasn't telling her this, he didn't trust the woman in the slightest, she had already stolen one of his feathers and it had hurt a lot. "Are you finished? I can't stand being so close to the ground," he demanded anxious to get back into the sky.

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His response was typical, defensive and angry. It seemed that he would never warm up to Leona, but this woman had other plans. "If you don't want me touching them, then you won't be going anywhere," she snapped back, looking up at him with large golden eyes, though there was a spark of something in there too, whether it be fury or amusement, Leona hid those emotions well.

And then, quite slowly, she began to walk around him, as though studying the angel from every angle possible, watching and waiting for his responses. Thrice she walked around him, and it was only on the last circle did she stop. A small, slender and pale hand reached up to first trace the slim collar around his neck, tracing it to the nape of his neck, and onto his wings. She was slow and easy, not rushing anything. Her invisible hand held his body in place, forcing him to let her touch him. "I said I wouldn't hurt you. How can I let you fly if you don't trust me, hmm?" Leona released the locking of his mouth he was sure to have felt so that Victory could talk to her. Her hand continued down the wings, enjoying the feel of the heavenly feathers on her pale skinned fingers. They did seem to glow, and she simply had not noticed it before. Now, they fascinated her even more as she continued to touch and feel the wings, gentle and reassuring.

[midnight]

"If you don't want me touching them, then you won't be going anywhere," she snapped

Victory tensed his sky blue eyes darkened and his knuckles cracked, he was about the to spread his wings and leap into the anyway but then suddenly an invisble hand gripped him holding him into place he, tried to shout in protect but his a chilly hold was placed on his jaw forbidden him to speak. The angel's twitched uncomfortably as Leona circled around him. Loud rumble reverated deep in his broad masculine chest as she touched his collar. Victory wanted to scream as he felt her fingers drifting closure and closure to his wings.

"I said I wouldn't hurt you. How can I let you fly if you don't trust me, hmm?"

"Leave my wings alone!" Victory shrieked, quivering beneath her touch, "Stop!... leave them alone they're not yours," he pleaded, feeling her gliding through them. No one had every touched his wings like this before, it strangely began feeling pleasurable, "Stop please...!" he gasped, shuddering under touch, his heart rate began to rise and body began to rise. Victory's eyes closed, his chest rose fell heavily "Leave them alone," he gasped as she continued to violate him wings with each stroke that caressed through his feathers.

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Once again, it was the typical response, but there was a mixure of surprise in Victory's voice as well. It seemed as though Victory was having some trouble distinguishing the emotions that ran through him. A quick look around told Leona that they were alone near the forest, and she leaned closer to him, hands now tracing the outline of his wings. "I bought you," she whispered in his ear, standing on tiptoe to do so. "Every part of you -techincally- belongs to me." Leona knew that wasn't really true. A person wouldn't lose their heart or their mind unless driven to it. Physically, she owned him. Mentally, she did not. He was still his own person, in that sense.

"I like touching them," she admitted quietly, releasing her hold on him slightly, though Victory, if he tried to move, would find himself still rooted to the spot. "They're so soft, Vict." Leona shortened his name to one syllabel, and continued to touch and caress those wings of him, still as soft and gentle as before. "Your mind and pride are protesting, but your body is giving in," Leona whispered again, softly, into his ear, and her hands came to that arch of his wings at the top, and began to travel down, giving a contented sigh as she did so. Leona didn't pull on the feathers, didn't pinch or scrape her long nails against him. If she had so wished, Leona could have put holes in the beautiful wings before her, via those claws in her gloves that had been left at home. He wouldn't have ever flown again if Leona did that.

"I promise I won't hurt you," she cooed lightly, not stopping the touching of his precious wings.

[midnight]

"I like touching them," she admitted quietly,

Victory's chest rose and fell rapidly he looked about in dismay finding that she hand taken him into the forest where they were all alone.

"They're so soft, Vict."

"Stop... please," he groaned, his back arching a bit as a shiver went through his body causing his wings to tremble.

"Your mind and pride are protesting, but your body is giving in," Leona whispered again,

"What are you doing?" he whimpered groaning again as her hands ran up to the top arched shoulder of his wings.

"I promise I won't hurt you," she cooed lightly,

Victory let out loud gasp, leaned up against as tree to afraid to pull away from her less she grab this wings to keep his still. "What are you doing?" he demanded trying to breath, for he had never felt this way before. "Please stop," he gasped sliding down the tree to lay belly down on the soft cool green grass, still to afraid to turn around unless she mistakenly damage his wings. He didn't like it one bit, ever stroke made him quiver... she made him feel to vulnerable. "Please my clothes are getting stained....! " he protested out loud, as his muscles twitched and wide chest rose up and down... he tensed once more his causing to muscles to flex beneath his bronze skin, as she continued to tease him.

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"Sssh, Vic... it feels nice, doesn't it?"

Gently, she had moved his wongs out of the way to straddle him from behind, as if she were going to give him a massage. Leona let out a small purr, just barely reaching Victory's ears. Oh yes, this weakness of his would be exploited to no end at the moment. He had given in, had submitted to her, though the angel just didn't know it yet. The slight trembling of his body proved that, the slight arching of his back, as though he were restraining himself. Her breath tickled the back of his neck before she went to speak.

"Clothes... are not a problem. I told you I wouldn't hurt you, many times already. Just.. give in, Voctory. There's no pain to be felt from me." And then, just lightly, her mouth moved over to his wings, though it was closed, and she inhaled that sweet scent immanating off of the angel. It was amazingly and startling pure, though there was a tinge of something else that Leona herself couldn't place. Nuzzling them softly, not perturbing any of the feathers and working them the wrong way, she moved downward, until she came to the bottom edge of them. Her hands had slipped under the wings, running softly up and down his back, feeling and caressing the muscles there, hidden beneath the white cloth, bronze skin unseen.

[midnight]

Victory whimpered in fright, but allowed her to move his wings aside as she rapped her firm smooth thigh over top of him.

"Clothes... are not a problem. I told you I wouldn't hurt you, many times already. Just.. give in, Voctory. There's no pain to be felt from me."

"let me up," he begged, tears of fright running down his face, his massive white wings slowly extended to their full length as her fingers brushed the tips practically enclosing her in a shear white wall of soft plumes as began working down to rub out the tightly wound chords of muscle in his back. Victory groaned in dismay as his wings slowly beat the air in steady soft rhythm.

However as soon as her hands left his wings, the spell she had over him quickly faded, and Victory began to panic again, ////wooooooosh!\\\\ His every muscles in his powerful shoulders flexed as his wings came down with such force that lifted them both off the ground and into the air, however unable to get a good running start Victory was unable to take off. He spun about trying to in wild summersault in the air, but Leona's extra weight sent him falling back wards causing him to land on his back.

"Don't touch me mortal!" he shouted at her as he flopped around defenselessly on his back trying to escape.

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She was laughing, not a mocking laugh, but one just full of glee, more like. He was so amusing to Leona, it just proved to be worth it, getting him from that slave auction. However, she ended up trapped beneath Victory, as he desperately tried to get rid of her. Leona let her hands return to his wings, just the soothing effect she hoped that would continue from before. The physic vampiress could easily take his weight on her, though it was just a bit much at the moment. Her legs now fully wrapped around his hips, ankles crossed, and softly buried her face into the wings, while her hands were continually carressing gently. Inhaling deeply, Leona let a satisfied grin form.

"Shhh, you like me touching your wings." It was true, the fact that Victory had reacted as such before proved it to the two of them. It was nice to have him gentle, not constantly yelling at her, bossing Leona around, as though it were her, and not him, that wore the collar. Lifting her hips up to allow her legs to fold back beneath her, she adjusted the two of them into a sitting position, kneeling behind him, while he was simply sitting there before her as Leona continued.

"You don't have to cry," she whispered in his ear. "Why do you do so, Vic? It's not a bad thing. You prove that you have emotions when you do so, yes, but I do not see you crying out in pain.. just trust me."

[midnight]

Victory's struggles quickly ceased once she grabbed his wings, he whimpered some but submissively relaxed them. leaving wing spread out wide and pliable as she caressed his feathers.

"Shhh, you like me touching your wings."

"no.... you said I could fly..." he gasped, loosing his breath as she forced him to sit up, "I don't like it," he pleaded with her cool hands continued to sift through his feathers. No one haver done this to him before. Victory's body began getting hot, and his wings quivered as she whispered into ears, "I am not crying," he shot back at angrily though he was quick to wipe the tears away before it fell, as she continued to violate his wings. "Stop... please ... I don't like it," he whimpered, too afraid to fight back less she may damage them in the struggle.

Victory timidly leaned backwards resting his head into Leona's laps, his back arching a bit with each stroke into his feathers, "What are you doing?" he gasped, his sky blue eyes closing as body shuddered in pleasure.

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A hand stopped with his wings to gently push the hair out of Victory's eyes, seemingly ignoring the words he had spoken before. Though he continued to protest her ministrations on his oh-sp soft wings, Leona didn't stop. His back was arched, and Leona grinned a bit more, the hand returning to his now spread out wings as she softly kissed his forehead, continuing down further to whisper in his ear.

"If you don't like it, Victory, then just simply get up and walk away from me."

Now Leona was just tempting him to walk away from her, to go and fly as he had orginanlly wished when she had given him his boundaries, about half the city and the area surrounding it. The woman had no intention of hurting the angel, but was now testing him, whether or not he would stay and allow her to touch his wings, or to get up, and fly away until she caleld for him. Sighing, she nuzzled his neck, hands still stroking the feathers of his soft wings, so pure to Leona.

"What will you do?" she whispered as she nuzzled him, taking in his scent, and licking her lips, beginning to feel that hunger within her growing, slowly but surely, for the need to drain someone, for the moment, of their every emotion. Leona was resisting, but soon, it wouldn't be hard to simply succumb to it.

[midnight]

Victory closed his eyes feeling her cool soft lips press against his forehead.

"If you don't like it, Victory, then just simply get up and walk away from me."

The angel began to whimper once more as she gently teased his wings, he wanted get up, but whether it was euphoric sensations Leona was stirring up in him or fear of her injuring his wings in such a vulnerable position he wasn't sure, but he couldn't seem to will himself to get up. Victory swallowed hard, feeling cool cheek against his feverish bronze skin of neck.

"What will you do?"

Victory's chest rose and fell heavily, "Please..." he begged, though he could no longer finnish his sentence, he closed his eyes, finally giving in to her sensual touch and leaned his head into cool neck and drown by her perfume he slowly began to nuzzle her back.

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Leona purred as he gave in, even going so far as to nuzzle her in return. A soft kiss was planted on his neck, lips lingering there for a moment. And so, the two continued, Leona bent over his body as she gently carressed his neck and face with her lips as her hands did the same to Victory's wings. "Please what?" she whispered, nipping his ear lightly. Another soft, feminine purr came from Leona, though this one was simply the truest thing you could have gotten from her, the satisfaction undisguised as it rumbled out gently in the night.

"What a good boy," Leona said softly, letting her hands leave his wings for but a moment to tilt his head upward so that she could look him in the eyes, meeting them for a second or too, saying with that gesture she had meant no harm to him at all. And then, the wings were stroked softly against, fingers running through them gently. Her lips returned to his neck, but did not kiss, though she was nuzzling there greedily.

"Mmm.. you smell wonderful, Vic.. May I taste you?"

Asking permission before she kissed him, something that Leona usually did not do. It was out of courtesy and compassion that the physic vampire did so, not wanting to hurt him in any way, to invade the angel more than what his injured pride was, after all. She cared for him, yes, and didn't like to see anyone under her wing in discomfort.

[midnight]

"Please what?" she whispered,

"....mmm...." Victory groaned in reply, unable to speak for each cool touch of her lips stole his very words from his mouth.

"What a good boy," Leona said softly,

Victory took in deep breath, feeling her cool hands slide up to his chin, his sky blue eyes gazed up at her inquisitively as completely and utterly enchanted by her spell. He relaxed once more feeling fingers slide through his soft warm plumes and gently rose his head resting it in the soft crook of her neck and closed his eyes as her cold lips ran over his neck sending pleasurable chills through feverishly warm body.

"Mmm.. you smell wonderful, Vic.. May I taste you?"

Victory lost in a surreal rapture of bliss, he wasn't at all sure what she was asking of him, but he found himself nodding his consent. "...mmm..." he groaned, as his hand wondered up to feel her soft sweet smelling hair, utterly oblivious about what was to about to happen.

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There was two options for the physic vampiress: either take his blood like a normal vampire, or just simply kiss him as much as she wanted. Victory was completely and utterly unable to resist Leona, and that made her day, right there. The angel wasn't the first to have given her this reaction, and he wouldn't be the last, either. His head was nestled in the crook of her neck, and Victory's steady breathing was soft on her pale skin.

Her lips ghosted to near his jungular vein, human teeth still in play here. No fangs were given to Leona, for she was a physic vampire, though that ddn't mean she hated the taste of blood. As she was about to bite the being before her, she changed her mind, and found that his lips would be an acceptable exchange for his blood. A soft kiss at first, pulling away only to savor the taste of him on her lips, though she did not invade any further on that part. Victory's hand had found way to her soft, short brown hair, and her golden eyes opened to watch him for but a moment, before speaking softly.

"You taste even better." The words came out in something like a purr, a pleased one at that.

Lips calmly went up his jawline, the divine angel before her under the spell that Leona emaninated. Soft kisses were given, for she hjad no intentions of pushing his boundaries too far. Her hands went slightly faster in exploring his wings, and then slowed down once more to softly worm their way into the feather-down that existed beneath the other feathers she had been feeling. Now this was wonderful, each soft little one just barely touching her, so extremely soft and tender against her slim pale hands. "Mmm, so what do you want me to do, hmm?" Leona asked, slightly teasing in her tone, her head once more nuzzled comfortably in the crook of his neck.

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Victory had never anyone kissed before, nor actaully understood its concept, but as her cool lips came down on his he didn't resist or shy away and he soon began kissing her back his sky blue eyes fluttered open and he raised his head searching for her lips even as she pulled back.

"You taste even better." The words came out in something like a purr, a pleased one at that.

The angel closed his eyes once and he let out a startled gasp as cool hands spread out further on his wings, and he let out a small pleasurable groan and his arched up as her fingers sank deep in his feathers.

"Mmm, so what do you want me to do, hmm?" Leona asked,

Victory nuzzled back, his lips parting to softly kissing her neck as she was doing to him, not exactly sure what he was doing but it just seemed to be instinct. There was a still a nagging inside him that he needed to escape, but it just seemed as if he couldn't get up... he really wasn't sure if he wanted to get up. A Leona kissed him he really wasn't sure about anything and the only response she got was slight hum from his throat as he gentle kissed her neck.