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The Archangel's Master	By : reddragon Category: +M through R > Magic: The Gathering Views: 5555 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Archangel's Master
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Pale moonlight reflected off the silver head of the spear as it plunged into the demon’s chest. The stricken abomination simply stared in shock at the fatal wound, offering no resistance as the angel at the other end of the weapon twisted it through his heart until the twin points of the spearhead erupted from his back with a welter of black gore. Holy light, bright as the noon sun, burst from within the demon’s body as the angel poured her power into the weapon. White mana clashed with black, causing the demon’s body to violently explode, showering his killer in bloody slime and other less pleasant things.
The Archangel Avacyn fought the urge to sigh as she wiped a particularly large gobbet of flesh away from her cheek. I miss the Helvault, she thought as she cleaned her spear on one of the few places her skirt had avoided getting stained. It never made the fighting any easier, but at least the clean up was simple.
Unfortunately, the Helvault had been destroyed several months before, when the city of Thraben had been sacked by two different armies of ghouls. The first had been controlled by the skaberan Geralf of Trostad, and his sister, Gisa. The legions of undead had managed to destroy most of the outer city before being consumed by a great bonfire set by the cathars in order to stop them. The second had been summoned from the catacombs under Thraben by the necromancer Liliana Vess in a bid to uncover the whereabouts of the demon Griselbrand.
Griselbrand, like all demons that made their homes on the plane of Innistrad, such as the one Avacyn had just defeated, could not truly be destroyed. While their physical forms could be defeated, the collected evil that served as the core of their essences would continue to linger on. Once those essences had collected enough power they would once again take physical form to wreak joyful havoc upon any victim they could claim. Each new victory simply meant another battle delayed, and eventually Avacyn had had enough. She declared, “Let that which cannot be destroyed be bound instead!” and created the Helvault to serve as their prison.
Grisebrand had been one such prisoner, and in order to gain access to him Liliana had ordered the Helvault destroyed, trading its destruction in exchange for sparing the lives of the surviving cathars of Thraben. What she hadn’t known at the time, however, was that Griselbrand, in the final moments of his defeat, had managed to trap Avacyn in the Helvault as well. She had been freed when its silver walls shattered, and the Archangel had wasted no time in obliterating the army of undead that had invaded Thraben. Sadly, both necromancer and demon had managed to escape in the confusion.
So had more than a thousand years worth of prisoners. The only thing keeping released tidal wave of evil from completely annihilating all of Innistrad was that the demons were just as likely to fight each other as they were the angels Avacyn sent to destroy them. Their self destructive behavior kept their numbers in check, but it also meant those that survived gained more power at the expense of those they devoured. Avacyn had tried to rebuild the Helvault, but the powers she had drawn on the first time no longer existed. Avacyn and her soldiers had found themselves trapped in the same endless cycle of violence she had once hoped to end forever. The demon she had just destroyed, for example, had been particularly fond of preying on the souls of small children, and while he was dead for now, a new one would rise to take his place in another decade or so.
Avacyn shook her head to banish her melancholy thoughts, and willed herself back to the Vault she called home. It had once been a naturally occurring cave, the same one where the ritual that had created her had taken place. Now it was a place for her to rest and recover and to absorb the power that came with all the prayers made in her name. She had slowly decorated it over the centuries, carving images of her many battles in to the walls and ceilings, while adding many nooks and cubbies to store the artifacts she had spilled blood to recover or hide. Glowing crystals set high above bathed the rooms with warm, almost natural light. It was also a place of intense privacy, as only two others even knew it existed. Even her most trusted generals remained ignorant as to its place and purpose.
The faint trickling of running water was the only sound to be heard so far underground, coming from a series of hot springs that had been the first rooms she had excavated. They were her second stop upon arriving home, the first being the slim altar where she rested her spear between battles. There was a faint stink of sulfur to the springs, and the water was too hot for any mortal human to enjoy, but she found them to be perfectly pleasant. She took a deep breath, letting the steam rising from the water tickle her skin, then began to undress. She reached up for the clasp that held her shoulder guards in place, only to freeze when she felt another pair of hands already there.
“Allow me,” an ancient voice commanded.
“Master,” the Archangel whispered. There was only one person that voice could belong to. It was the voice of a man who could travel between planes the same way a normal man might step between two rooms. It was the voice of a man who had lived for thousands of years, taking the lives of the innocent and guilty as it pleased him. The voice of a trusted ally and sworn enemy. Vampire and Creator.
It was the voice of Sorin Markov.
“You are too tense,” he murmured as he pulled the straps binding her armor in place free. His words were like silken ice, sending a shiver of fear and desire down her spine. He lifted the heavy metal off her chest and dropped it carelessly to the floor. The thunder of it crashing to the stones echoed through the small room, but both were too focused upon each other to care.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded as his nimble fingers began to toy with the laces of her jacket. The thick leather was all that stood between her skin and her armor, and it had to be carefully tied in place in the back to make up for her wings. Once Sorin had it properly loose he slid it off her shoulders and down her arms, leaving her naked from the waist up. His hands roamed across her pale skin as he leaned in against her, and she instinctively closed her wings in front of her. She felt the heat of his skin against hers, and realized he had somehow taken his shirt off as well – or hadn’t been wearing one to begin with.
“I was in Nephalia for…business,” Sorin answered as he knelt down behind her, trailing kisses down her spine. He seized her skirt by its belt and tugged it down her legs, until it lay pooled around her feet. She jumped when he took a playful nibble of her ass, before starting in on her boots. One hand stroked the inside of her thigh as the other reached around to open the zipper that held her boot closed. He then lifted her foot and held it steady with careful strength to pull the footwear freeHe returned to his feet and began to slowly circle her, admiring her physical perfection. Her hair was a clean white, like that of a summer cloud, and she wore it long and loose so that it spilled over her slender shoulders. Her full breasts sat firm and high, supernaturally perfect. Her dusky nipples were already partially hard, betraying her excitement.
Avacyn refused to face him. Whether that was because she was naked and ashamed or because her body was eagerly responding to his touch, it was hard to tell. Her skin tingled with a sense of anticipation unlike any she had ever experienced in battle, and there was a warm tightness in her stomach that she had never known before. She realized that this was what it was like to be truly alive, to want something for herself rather than simply be carrying out the actions of a predetermined destiny determined by a stranger. It made her nervous, and she could barely control her voice as she asked, “What do you want with me?”
“I want you to relax,” Sorin growled as he scooped her up into his arms and stepped into the hot spring. His words weren’t a command – not quite, but close. Avacyn could feel the need to obey him stamped on the very core of her being, but that wasn’t what was responding to him. This was something more natural, more primal. She wanted to obey him, not out of a sense of duty to the man who had created her, but out of a need to fulfill her own desires. She didn’t protest as he turned her around so that she was sitting between his legs, even though she could feel his hard cock pressing into the small of her back, save for a small part of her mind that wished she was properly seated on his lap instead.
Avacyn sighed as the scalding hot water closed over them, the heat digging into her sore, abused muscles. The sigh turned to a gasp when Sorin grabbed her by the shoulders and began digging out knots with the tips of his fingers and the heel of his hand. His movements were the precise and practiced actions of a man who had long since mastered the art of massage, and while there might not have been much passion in his grip, Avacyn was in heaven. There was pain, yes, but it was the sort of pain that comes when a long standing ache is finally forced into defeat, bringing with it the pleasure of relief. Avacyn had been free of the Helvault for only a few months, but that time had been spent in near continuous battle and all the fighting had taken a toll on her body that she hadn’t realized she was paying. Now she was free of those burdens and it just felt good.
Behind her, Sorin was biting the inside of his lip as he tried to focus on the massage. It had been a long time since he had encountered anyone both powerful enough and willful enough to actually defy him the way she did, and he found her defiance more than a little enticing. It would have been easy to invoke the ritual’s commands and break her will that way, but it wouldn’t have been nearly as enjoyable. He had been looking forward to the challenge of seducing his own creation, the one creature that knew him for exactly who and what he was. The closer he came to that goal, the harder it was to maintain his self control around her. He wanted her on his terms, not just as the actions of a rutting animal, and he had gleefully seized this opportunity when it had presented itself.
But now that she was actually naked and in his arms, he was finding it even more difficult to control himself. The lust was nearly overwhelming, that he was so hard it hurt. He wanted nothing more than to bend her over the edge of the pool and take her with complete abandon. It didn’t help that she had begun to unconsciously squirm against him, grinding her ass against his cock as her body sought its own form of relief. Sorin forced instinct back into its cage, and instead slid his hands up and down her sides, guiding her into a rhythm that helped to relieve the worst of the pressure. From there they moved onto her breasts. He cupped them in his hands, and they were delightfully heavy as he squeezed them together.
“What are you doing?” Avacyn gasped as he began to roll his thumbs over her nipples. Little shocks of ecstasy trailed outwards from his touch, her entire body shaking in response. Her fingers dug into his knees as she tried to steady herself, but there was no escaping him.
“I told you to relax,” Sorin whispered into her ear before slowly nipping his way down her neck and across her shoulder. He hooked his feet around her ankles, and Avacyn made no attempt to resist as he spread her legs apart. He stretched the fingers of his left hand between her breasts, making sure to pay them both constant attention, while his right hand gently brushed across her stomach on its way to her sex. He just barely touched her, but it was more than enough to set Avacyn to shivering in his arms.
She was already slick and ready as his fingers began to explore. Avacyn had never experienced anything like it, whereas Sorin knew exactly what he was looking for and how to find it. Her breathing became a ragged panting mixed with a peculiar mewling noise as Sorin began to trace the lines of her labia, taking extreme care not to approach her clit. He slipped a finger into her tight slit, and began to slowly work it back and forth until there was enough room for him to add a second.
“Master!” Avacyn screamed at the sudden penetration. Her entire world had dissolved into a cloud of white hot bliss, but still her body demanded more. She began to buck her hips in time with his movements, trying to draw his fingers in even deeper while driving her clit against the palm of his hand. His fingers found the series of little ridges that sheltered her g-spot, and Avacyn’s world ended as her orgasm began. It was so sudden, so violent, that Sorin was forced to ignore her breasts and lock his arm around her chest in order to keep her in place.
It seemed to last for an eternity, and when it finally passed Avacyn collapsed against his chest in exhaustion, and slowly slid deeper into the water. Errant strands of her hair floated around her head as she asked, “What was that?”
“A beginning,” Sorin promised as he wrapped both his arms around the center of her body and heaved. Water surged around them as Avacyn was flung forward, reflexively spreading her wings to arrest her fall. She managed to catch herself against the edge of the pool. The ground sloped upwards from the other end of the pool, so it took her a moment for her to find her footing on the slick rock beneath her. In that moment Sorin was upon her, pinning her against the smooth stone floor that surrounded the edge of the pool with one hand placed between her wings, while the other one guided his cock between her legs. He made no attempt at gentleness; once he was sure he was in the proper position he thrust, burying his full length inside of her.
Avacyn’s eyes went wide his sudden intrusion. She was overcome by an indescribable sense of satisfaction and fullness mixed together, a feeling that made her knees go weak as every nerve in her body focused on that one happy point. Sorin’s free hand moved to grip her by the waist, and she moaned in complaint as he pulled back until just the tip of his penis was still inside her. He remained unmoving, holding that position while her need built into an uncontrollable frenzy. She rolled her hips in a desperate attempt to pull him back in, to return to the state of bliss she had been enjoying seconds ago, but Sorin managed to keep her at bay. It wasn’t until his own sense of self control began to fray that he shoved himself into her once more.
They were too consumed by their own desires to pay attention to what the other was doing, so for the first few seconds they were joined together by short, jerking bursts of pleasure. What Avacyn lacked from inexperience, though, Sorin managed to compensate for with his own knowledge. He no longer had any reason to hold her in place, and with both hands on her hips he managed to slow her down enough to match his own pace. Avacyn wasn’t happy with this change, as she had just had her first taste of carnal pleasure and wanted more. Sorin, on the other hand, wanted her first time to be a memorable one. He made sure to vary his tempo by keeping to the timing of a strange ballad he had once heard on a distant world, and it didn`t hurt that focusing his mind on the music allowed him to delay his own inevitable climax.
But he could only forestall it for so long, and as the pressure began to mount he knew he didn’t have much longer. He pulled out suddenly, and before Avacyn had the chance to realize he was gone he flipped her over and plunged back inside of her, even deeper than before. Her legs locked together behind his back, limiting him to short, stabbing thrusts, but by then Sorin was too far gone to care. He looked down at his angel’s face and took pride in the way it was twisted with pleasure. One of his hands slipped behind her neck and pinched, forcing her to look him the eyes. “Come for me,” Sorin commanded. “Come for me.”
Avacyn’s entire body shook at the order, and her cunt clenched tight around his shaft as her climax consumed her. Her nails raked across his back, leaving bright red scratches in his alabaster skin. It was too much for the vampire, and his body trembled with his own release. Thick, hot come spilled into her, only to come trickling out in a thin stream as he withdrew. They were both gasping for breath as they broke apart, and Sorin slid back into the water until only his head remained visible.
Avacyn didn’t say anything as she withdrew her legs from the water. She was still feeling shaky from their encounter, but now had the confidence to look him in the eye as crystal clear drops of water slowly fell from her naked body. She didn't say a word, but as she turned and walked away Sorin slowly smiled.
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