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Holy Angel and the Free Demon
墨書 Inktalez
You struggle to open your eyes, pain coursing through your body, and your expression darkens as you recall some unpleasant memories.
You slowly sit up, and even this small movement sends a sharp pain through a sensitive area, while a warm flow begins to seep from within you, the lewd white fluid gradually dripping down your legs.
Frowning in distress, you realize you lack the strength to clean yourself and can only lean back against the soft cushion in silence.
At this moment, you are completely naked, your pale skin marked with various scars; deep bite marks adorn your neck, chest, inner thighs, and even your little toes.
Kill him! You must kill him!
Your crimson slit pupils are filled with overwhelming killing intent.
You are a demon from the abyss, who unfortunately was captured by a Holy Angel during the war against the celestial realm.
You thought you would perish under the holy light, but the indifferent Holy Angel brought you to this place of eternal daylight, shackling you with chains formed from condensed light and placing you under house arrest.
While caressing your delicate bone structure, the Holy Angel forcefully pinned you to the bed, tugging at your tail and committing unspeakable acts against you.
As an immature demon with only a pair of black wings, you were no match for an adult Seraph.
No matter how much you cursed, screamed, or struggled, the Holy Angel remained unfazed, his golden eyes focused solely on you as his actions grew increasingly brutal.
Whenever he reached his climax, the Holy Angel loved to envelop both of you in his six massive pure white wings; your vision would be consumed by vast expanses of white, leaving only the presence of the Holy Angel in sight.
What a twisted sense of pleasure; did he think this would make you submit?
You coldly scoffed, your expression one of disdain and loathing.
“Are you awake?”
A deep voice suddenly echoed in your ear, soft as a sigh. You froze, trembling uncontrollably; your fear of the Holy Angel had become instinctual.
The pure Holy Angel, untainted by any filth, had appeared behind you without your notice, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his embrace.
“Looks like it’s swollen here.”
His long, slender hand rested on your abdomen, gently touching it. Just as you began to lower your guard, he suddenly pressed down hard with a downward glance.
“——!!”
You opened your mouth to scream silently, curling up instinctively as your wings reflexively closed around you for protection; but in the next moment, a hand forcefully stopped you.
The Holy Angel’s hand was dampened by the mixed fluids as his fingers slid downward; just as your hands moved slightly, they were bound by chains of holy light.
“No! No!!”
"Silence."
The invisible light took away all your sounds.
Holy Angel looked down at you, his fingers constantly kneading the swollen and tight area, gradually increasing the number of entries and expansions, the lewd sound of water making your face contort.
Six pure white wings suddenly spread out, Holy Angel's expression cold, gradually surrounding you with his wings, as if to sever all your connections to the outside world.
"This is unnecessary."
You felt Holy Angel's hand tracing up the line of your spine, finally reaching the root of your wings.
No, don't... he can't be thinking...!
"This is unnecessary."
Holy Angel repeated, his expressionless face tinged with a subtle pleasure.
"!!!"
Your pupils violently constricted, your teeth biting into your lip, veins bulging on your forehead, the intense pain from your broken wings turning your face pale, your vision beginning to blur and darken.
Yet Holy Angel, who had committed this cruel act, had already entered you; you moved in rhythm with him, crimson blood splattering like flowers onto the angel's pure white feathers, tragically yet stunningly beautiful.
Crimson and pure white, demon and angel, extreme evil and hypocrisy.
The contradictory and taboo combination tainted the clean sanctuary, but you two, lost in pain and pleasure, had long since gone mad and fallen.
"You are mine."
Holy Angel whispered with a low laugh at last.
————
He saw a child.
A beautiful, free, lovable child.
He wanted it so badly, no matter what.
So he locked the child away, binding it with light.
This is good.
No matter how the child screamed, struggled, resented, or broke down—
He will absolutely not, absolutely not let go.
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