Crystalline chambers

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I heard myself screaming when I got conscious of myself again. My arms moved on their own, when I was still busy with gasping for breath I was already leaning there, propped up on my forearms.
Waves of cold- and hotness washed over my body, I could feel sweat trickling down my front and chest, the breeze through the open window giving me chills.
It was dark, I was lying on soft something. Seconds ago I had still been in a different world, now I was…dreaming? Or not?

I swallowed and had to cough. This was not a room. None of those dark colourless rooms which kept horrible creatures and the horrors of hell for me to discover. Nothing turned up, no smell, no sound, no colours. The only thing I felt at all was the wind scraping my skin. I pulled on the blanket to cover my chest, and as I could not pull it up any more I turned my head.

Sanzo was sitting there.

Leanign against the headbord, gazing into the darkness, one of his legs bent, his arms crossed, lying on his belly.
I clenched my teeth at the uneasiness which immediately paralyzed me again; the same feeling which had prevented me from fleeing in those rooms. He didn’t move, nor did I hear any sound. I took it for ‘real’ then.
When I felt able to move and breathe again I first wanted to sit up but refrained from it then. It meant being closer to Sanzo, on the same level, with which I could not deal right now. Looking at him only brought me back to those rooms. Insanity.

“San…zo” I whispered, tentatively.

No reaction.

I wanted him to hug me, to kill those rooms, remind me of where I was right now and this was reality. Because I began to doubt it.
I needed to feel his warmth, smell his scent, touch him, he was the only one who could console me. And right now he only frightened me all the more.

“Sanzo” I whined, close to tears. He must have heard it in my voice, he could not have missed the despair and fear. Only on purpose he could do so now, and then I’d know that I was not to approach him at all, about no matter what. That he had his own nightmare going on and could not take care of me too next to licking his own wounds.

Gold moved.
Cold fingers carefully touched my cheek, caressing it when they had found the spot they desired. They brushed over my open lips, they caught my tears.

The silence in which that was done caused the ceiling to break.
The ceiling on which I had been standing one moment ago, feeling safe in reality while having this dream right under me. I lost ground, relapsed into insanity. The deafening silence let me gasp again, he was to say something but he didn’t.
It was just another room, too real.

Led by blinding panic and wrath I sat up and shoved his hand away. It must have hurt.

“SANZO!!!” I yelled. And slapped his face.

One moment later I was wide-eyed. I had just hit him.
I sat back and with a disturbed face tried to sort out my thoughts. Sanzo’s head had remained in the position into which my slap had sent it.
I was calm now, I knew that this was reality, that Sanzo was my honey, also when he didn’t say anything. The night he had taken me I had known that it would not be a very healthy love. He needed that madness to preserve his sanity, it was alright for him to crack up from time to time. It was like…sweeping up those rooms, tidying them up, taking care of them. Tidying out.

It had been my rooms but I knew that it were his, actually. His house of pain. His mind was one single mental asylum. I had found refuge in it. My room was nice, I did not mind not being allowed to go out, I felt comfy there. Food was served three times a day and when I rung the bell I got coffee too. Sometimes he forgot me and I got no food at all. When he didn’t feel well he didn’t visit me either.
The towels were changed every second day, the sheets were changed then too, and a different beautiful flower stuck in the vase then. And not forgetting the toilet paper or toothpaste, there was always enough of it. My favourite colour and my favourite taste.

It was a very calm life. No problems. Only when I dared to open my door on my own and walk around on these grounds of black despair I got into trouble. The other doors were locked, only from time to time I found one which wasn’t. I was curious, I always opened them then, I never learned from my experience. He allowed me to open them, he left them open only for me. But just when he was also ready for that, one day I would try open it and it would not work, the next day I would come again and would be able to step in.

Sometimes I even came to see him in his room. Luxuriant furnishings, walls covered in red velvet, a ceiling painted in gold, chairs with wooden paws of lions, red velvet again. I was part of it.
Sometimes I found him drinking coffee there, sometimes he was sleeping on the floor. He always welcomed me, I liked the smile he showed me when he noticed me.
In the evening I would go back to my room or just go to sleep with him.

I softly hit the wall with my head and closed my eyes. That was my home.
Sanzo was silent, he didn’t scream at me for hitting him and there was no skin turning cold from the touch of metal, no gun pressed against my temple. I breathed deeply, then opened my eyes and turned my head to see how my honey was doing. He was sitting there in the same posture, his body not more than a white skeleton in the night, eyes shining in a threatening violet. It was alive, still, it had a mind which was deeper than the deepest mountain lake…and though it fit into a small house with stucco on the ceiling, columns with leaves and snakes and a garden with weeping willows.

I could not keep pace with him. My mind just fit into the restroom.
Whereas my libido took up a whole grange too. Sanzo fucked in a different way than I did, for him it was more the pleasures of reading a good book, more the kind of mental masturbation, while I needed good old flesh, blood, bliss to masturbate.
When I fucked him then he rather felt it with his head than with his body. He gave in too but it was a different part of his body which gave in. When I submitted myself to him I spread my legs apart and offered him my cock, when he submitted to me he lay down and waited for me with those begging eyes. They always scored a hit, they never left me cold.

The begging eyes of a Sanzo were irresistible. Rare enough, but a gift of god then. Not often he gave in to his weakness, but when he did I knew it would just be one of the most marvellous nights of my life yet again. It didn’t mean I did not enjoy him topping me, it was just a different kind of pleasure.
Now…what Sanzo still hadn’t realized, and what he should soon, better for me that way, was that giving in to the weakness meant a rare kind and certain extent of strength. It meant he was strong enough to deliberately give in and up his body and mind for me.

Maybe he was not ready yet for realizing that. Maybe I still had to teach him some more, lead him through these nights and show him. Teach him how to give in…he was a Sanzo, not used to giving in. Often enough he had shown us that, when the Kami had nearly killed us and when that god had taken the scripture away. He had been seriously wounded and hurt, he had acted up and tried to shoot them. He needed to learn when he was to give up and when not. In bed, he actually should have been supposed to give up, please me with that to no ends…but of course I could not ask this of him. It was still his life. If he wanted me to teach him anything he’d show me somehow. Until then, I had to talk to his subconscious and hope for some change.

“You have been in my head.”

Defiant and tired.
I blinked and stared at him, dumbfounded.

“W…what?”

“I felt lonely.” he said and turned his head away. He wanted to be left alone in his world, I knew what he needed when he acted like that. It was closeness, but not intimacy. Being there without making him be aware of that. Loving him. Not touching him, but loving him. From where I was sitting.

I gave him what he needed; I turned my head and stared into the darkness.
Until he left the bed and disappeared in the shadows of that night. It sounded like he was opening and closing drawers, rummaging around, taking things out, putting them back. He spent some minutes there, then returned to the bed. Despite my curiosity I managed to stay where I was and keep my eyes off him.

All of a sudden I felt something touching my lips, forcing me to open my mouth. It was soft and tasted like plastic, I knew what it was. Some protest was obligatory, he expected me to act up. So I did, tried to turn my head away and gasp…he was playing with me, but I was playing with him too.
The ball was pressed into my mouth, the leather strings cut my skin and I realized that he was very serious about it this time.
When he took his hands off my head I complained again, it felt uncomfortable, much too tight, but he ignored my growl.

It would have seemed grotesque to anyone who would have watched us right now; I was still leaning there, gagged now, my hands still lying on the sheets, like a doll, waiting for something, waiting for him to take care of me.
Then I also lost my sight. He blindfolded me with a velvet piece of textile, he made sure the scarf would not slip down...it was going to be some rough session today.

He didn’t say anything, I could not even hear him breathing, he did it all in complete silence.
Now that I didn’t see anything anymore I was forced to keep lying there and stand him, what he would do. I fell to the side, I was flipped over. He gripepd my wrists and moved my arms so that he could handcuff my arms behind my back.
He had not asked me whether I was in the mood for this. He just forced it on me. I knew he was capable of that, I knew that when that Sanzo wanted to feel pleasure he did not ask many questions. I had got to know that Sanzo, arrogant and bitchy, and I had changed him. Or he had changed for me, he would rather say.

This night, the former Sanzo had returned. I knew that he did that with love. Those scratches his long nails caused, the red spots his harsh touch left, I knew that there was love in the bruises.
Again I squirmed and made a desperate sound. I immediately froze as I felt his breath on my neck, close to my ear. His hands were resting on my back, holding me down, his legs keeping mine down. He was panting.
I had not heard him breathing before, this was like a gift…warm and moist…Sanzo.

I heard him licking his lips, then he came even closer until his nose touched my ear. What I expected now was something like ’You wanna be deaf too?’, or ’You are my slave’…things which would make me hard, which would make me feel ashamed that it was so easy to tame me.
While I was fantasizing about these lovely statements and claims Sanzo remained silent. The silence also woke me from my dreams, I realized that he had not said anything at all when the heat of his breath faded when he had sat up again.

Silence was always an option. But that time, it made me feel insecure, maybe I had done something wrong, I did not know what he was thinking at all when he was not talking to me. I could not see him, nor could I talk myself, I was at his mercy, only he could tell me what was up, and this only if he deliberately wished to do so.
What I was owning right now was merely my life. The rest belonged to him. I moved my shoulders and pressed my face into the pillow to hide the erection from him. It let me jerk and moan, normally, but I was ashamed of it.

My head jerked up and I moaned around the gag though when something touched my love spot. The one which got me twitchy and so needy, right above my coccyx. He had kissed me there.
My eyelids fluttered, I clenched fists and tensed up. I wanted more of it, more of Sanzo, right now…I wanted to forget and just have my lover kissing me…

He did it again. A little above that spot, then again, he kept kissing the mountainside my spine formed until he had arrived at my hands. He kissed my fingertips…I had never felt so much, never felt so much of him…all I had was his touch anyway, no sound, no sight. My fingers twitched as he touched them with his lips, so carefully, so gently, I tried to smile. I could see his face, I could see him smiling.His hands lightly touched my flanks, he was brushing over them while kissing me, he wanted me to feel him and feel what he could not say.

His mouth left my hands then, he moved down again, leaving my skin prickling where he had touched it. Shortly before he would have reached my ass he stopped, I could not feel the warmth of his body on mine anymore. But what I felt, two minutes later, was something wet and cold. The smell of it let me know what it was. He spread my ass cheeks and covered the insides with that. Then he just shoved in two fingers and I jerked, but I was used to that. My Sanzo kept me stretched, he made sure I could always take his cock with ease. After some pushing and pulling he added a third finger and scissored them then.
I let it be done. I was inulding in this warm and cosy world of touches and smells, he taught me how to enjoy, also with these detriments.

He moved his fingers around quite a lot but he never touched that sweet spot. After another minute he pulled them out and I felt the mattress moving, I heard him moving away from me.
Only for some moments I was left alone there, he came back quickly. I felt a shiver running down my hallowed spine as he put his hand on my back. Now I could hear him panting again…and I wondered what caused his excitement when he had just fingered me…but I should know now.

Cold metal pressed against my hole, it slid in, easily, no pain. I was silent, I could not move…I had gone rigid in my own excitement. The thing was pressed forward and another metallic ball disappeared in my ass. This time I could not hold back and just moaned through my nose, the oppressive silence, the love of my honey and the bliss of that action sent me into raptures I had not experienced yet. It was peaceful, there was just me and him, and I could trust him, I knew I could. I straightened my back and started panting, the feeling of these two balls making me long for more. I also knew that there was ’more’, a lot ’more’ even.

The third ball was swallowed and I moved my pelvis to feel them inside. Sanzo let me, I just felt his hand on my ass cheek, caressing it. Stings of pleasure made me twitch, I could feel my hard-on already pressing against the mattress and I was sure Sanzo also knew about that.
Now as he pressed again I could feel the fourth ball rubbing against my skin, but it ws a little too big, now the labour would start. We had already done that once, I was experienced in that, so I knew what was waiting for me.

Sanzo leaned down and kissed my ass. Then, forcefully and quickly, he shoved the fourth ball in and I hissed and jerked, a sharp pain making me want to get up and just leave Sanzo there. I ’mmh’ed around the gag, shut my eyes and rubbed my feet against the sheets, hoping for this uncomfortable pain to quickly fade. But it didn’t. It made me doubt whether this was still right, I was about to believe he had ripped my skin open with that and this was not something which was to be-

My upper body shot up into the air, the pain making me wet the scarf with my tears, the nails digging into my palm…and my backside feeling like bursting into flames every second anew.
That bastard. He forced me to lie down again by pressing his hand against my back but again I protested, I really wanted to escape now and for all I care go to Hakkai and beg him to free me.
But I was his. He rubbed his fingers against the hurting spots and then put his hand on my ass cheek.

Nothing happened and it was silent. For a while. Only my panting and occasional muffled pleasure moans.
But then, I could not feel any pain anymore at all. I lifted my head a little to concentrate on the absence of pain, and that was what Sanzo had needed to see. He took his hand off then and again he kissed my ass. It must have been some kind of local anaesthetic he had put on these spots. I snorted and lay down again, I knew I needed my strength for something else. I knew him too well.

Also I knew that I was not to worry if he didn’t worry, if those wounds were hardly worth mentioning then they were, the slave was not to question the master. He gave up his responsibility and reason, therefore he received love. I always received love, whenever I wantd to feel it I just had to make Sanzo look at me and I could be sure of having it again, it was just a different kind of it.
As I felt metal rubbing against the raw spots again I whined…partially to express my despair and to show him that I needed some time, at least more time than he gave me for adjusting myself to that all.

Sanzo was my honey. I had trained him, he had trained me, it was a given that he knew what was up with me in every situation of this wicked life.
I could feel his breath on my neck again, seconds later his fingers were brushing over my shoulder blades. The doubts and the despair which had held me down faded immediately and I lifted my head to touch his and beg for some more touch. He put his hands on my ears and kissed the back of my head, mumbling something I could not understand in this haze and hell of breaths and pants.

I tried to say his name but only some distorted ‘mmh’ was heard. He gave his best to distract me from the pain, but I could feel it though: slowly, but continually, the ball slid in, he was pressing forward with his pelvis until I jerked again, this was the length which let me twitch and beg, the length where one of the balls was agreeably teasing my sweet spot.
A sudden sting in my belly let me twitch and I closed my eyes. Sanzo was so close to my face that I could feel his breath on my cheek, he was panting too. I knew I was pleasing him with this, if he had decided to get turned on by his helpless lover tonight I would comply with his wish and try hard.

But trying hard was just another story. A little different. I could not move, nor could I do anything actually, I could just lie there and wait for Sanzo to grope, touch and fuck me. It made him hard…having his lover at his mercy, unable to defend himself against his dainty white fingers. I knew that feeling, it was when these visual stimuli were straight hitting the libido center.

As he jerked in bliss and with that shoved the plug in even deeper I tensed up and moaned around the gag. I could hear him panting near my ear again.

“Get up…” I could hear him whisper in that lust tinted voice.

Funny.
I still had a heavily breathing, sweating Sanzo with a terrible hard-on lying on me who had just told me that I was to get up. A real challenge. HE was the challenge.

“Mmmho”

“What?”

I shook my head, trying to show him that the way he imagined me to get up would not be working.

“MMMH!”

“Sorry. I can’t understand you.”

More hot breath. The priest was smirking, his breath was shaky, he was so aroused he was trembling, he could barely hold back. He was perfect at that, so hard but still able to retain control. Bu not surprising when he was supposed to be the servant of the creature who had created us, sent us down on this world to inhabit and i….i- My thoughts deliquesced, melt, rivers full of thoughts, to the north, west, east, and especially my south…rivers of red surging through my veins, making me buck and open my eyes wide.

“GET UP!!!” he screamed into my ear and I jerked.

With the strength he has given me back with that I moved around, tried to sit up with my arms still bound behind my back and I even managed to do so, despite Sanzo doing his best to keep me from it. More punishment if I hadn’t succeeded.
But hell, just when I came to sit on ym ass I realized in which hell I was that time. I had almost come. I just had not noticed in my despair. The balls were teasing the hell out of me, I only needed to bend down and I already felt them working inside.

I was snorting like a horse, trying so hard to not give in and move again to make myself come, Sanzo definitely would not approve of that. So I waited there in relative silence for another order.
But Sanzo didn’t ‘order’. He reigned.
Arms wound themselves around my chest and shortly after that I felt his chest pressing against my back. His fingers were lazily stroking my nipples, only caressing them, no pain. He licked my ear, then put his head on my shoulder.

There were words which he needed to say, needed to tell me, but he didn’t. I could feel them, raging in his mind, a tornado of things, issues, but he remained silent.
He did. While I did not.
I closed my eyes, straightened my back and moaned as he rocked forward and rubbed his hard-on against my back, worse, the spot which made me jerk in that embarrassing way.

“I love you…” he panted then, out of the blue. In his raw, honest voice.

I tried to smile, I just had to at these words. Sessions did not often contain these words. They were always about lust and love, but though not often I was conscious of that. Sometimes only the pain and humiliation mattered. It was out of the question that it was only possible because of that love, but it was not that obvious, not always.
I turned my head and tried to touch his, I had to show him somehow how much I appreciated and loved these three words coming from him.

“Get up…” he whispered again.

He did not want me to appreciate it. Only hear it, perceive it, feel it. I got up and stoof still, waiting for him to either tell me or show me what to do.
And Sanzo either showed me. He gripped my upper arm and pulled me towards the wall. He lifted my arms and wound the sash around the suspension hook for the lantern. As he was pressing my arms upwards I flinched, it was a nasty pain in my shoulder, caused by this weird pose.
But Sanzo wanted to play. Even more forcefully he pushed upwards and I moaned in pain. Stomping on the ground didn’t help it either, nor did shaking my head or bucking. Bucking only made it worse, because when I tried to turn around for another time Sanzo let his knee make the acquaintance of my balls. And they did not approve of it. I had the impression these two companions never would become friends.

More pain let me snort and groan in despair until Sanzo finally let go of my arms. They fell down, but not enough to fully neutralize the pain.
One moment later Sanzo claimed my attention again as he was fumbling around with the strips of the gag. He freed me from that thing, saliva dripped on the floor before I managed to move my lips again.I had worn it for a long time, too long than to not feel any pain now when closing my mouth. But it worked. It had to work.
It felt weird when I closed my mouth, and finally, it did hurt. I opened and closed my mouth a few times until it became bearable…or rather until I had to focus on something else: his fingers were on my ass again, gently stroking it, brushing over the metal.

Then, all of a sudden he gripped the piece of metal which was sticking out of my ass and pulled it out.
The balls hit the insides of my ass with a speed which let me open my mouth wide and shout at the top of my lungs. My cock sprang to attention the very second again and with some desperate gasps I begged for more already to finally make me come, release that flood which was waiting inside of me, surging, dammed up, every second adding more to it until it began to hurt…

“Sanzo!” I cried in lust, throwing my head back.
But Sanzo was busy. He was penetrating my pleasure hole.
I had not noticed, because the balls had been larger than his finger, so I could barely feel it inside now. But soon, he made me feel it again, he knew very well how and where to touch me.

Finally, as I was about to close my mouth again I jerked forward and hit the wall with my erection. Cold…hard…blue…I knew it was blue. Bricks, lime, colour, bruises…I moaned at the feeling of his finger pressed against the soft inside of me. And I managed to relax, the tension remained, but I went slack nevertheless, this way I could fully submit to it.

“Sanzo…” I panted, pure longing and love in it, desire.

Silently, he came closer, a little lake of soft gold finding it’s favourite place between my shoulder blades. Running down…mingling with the red.
As he pushed a second finger in he was already tasting the sweat on his tongue. Soft, and warm, on my heated back I could still feel the warmness of it, his tongue travelled my paths.
Just so much that I could feel his saliva slowly making its way down my spine, he had done it on purpose. It made me shiver, and I closed my eyes.

He was scissoring his fingers, stretching my hole, preparing me for the sweetest delight that world had to offer, always. I could feel the pearl sliding downwards, passing my luscious hips in the middle.
I remembered the times they were bony and merely what they were supposed to consist of: two curves, formed by bones, no more…no less. I was just what I was…without anything. Nothing was living in that flesh, not the will to live either. There was no place for it. There was no fat, no place to keep this will. I had refused to let it live in me or take it in. It might have wanted to come in, but I made sure it would find no place to stay.

Sanzo had come along and beaten it into me. No hands had touched me. Just a voice so dull, dark and low, rumbling through everything it passed like a rogue wave. It crashed against the crumbling rock and shattered it. He broke the resistence, he poured it into me, he filled me up with such dark enthusiasm that I had been lying on the bed with gripes, my guts revolting against the uncommon and unknown intruder. For the first times, Sanzo had been sitting behind me, holding my hands while I had jerked and whined. I’d have put them in my mouth, making myself throw up.

In all silence he had been sitting there, tranquil and serene like a statue whose only function and purpose it was to be what it was; holding my hands and not letting go.
He didn’t ask whether I was alright with what he did. Whether I suffered. Whether I approved of it. His will was universal, he was not to be questioned.
Sometimes, he let me catch a sight of the sea of wisdom which was billowing inside. It was there, undoubtedly. Just the ways in which it seeped through sometimes did not seem that sane…nor conventional, rather not conventional. But he got what he desired. Always.

The pearl had reached my abyss of pleasure where four fingers were working their way through soft, hot, and moving masses. Sanzo was rubbing his erection against my balls, while I had been indulging in those sweet memories he had spread my legs a little apart by ramming his cock between them. As I got conscious of that now I tensed up my thighs, and Sanzo moaned against my back, his head turning a little to the side, more saliva trickling down his chin and setting my skin on fire.
His groans were the sounds of a melody coming straight from the lost paradise. The honesty and unrestrained being himself in it let me take them and let them sink in, to become a part of my soul. Every moan was a declaration of love.

I rubbed my wet thighs together, rolling his dick between them, distracting him from what he had been doing just one moment ago and pleasing him now. I could feel his fingers inside my ass losing their tension, going slack, but never slipping from it. His other hand moved down my back, catching pearls of sweat as they were about to search their way down that mogul slope too.
It slid down in a smooth move, and as it arrived at my buttocks I could feel Sanzo slightly jerking and pressing his belly against my back. I raised my head and let a low moan roll up from my guts through my mouth, carrying my bliss into the real world, giving voice to it.

Hot breath, like an hurricane it blew through my hair, waking my doused mind up, at the same time calling for me.

“Sanzo,” I responded, throwing my head back and meeting his forehead, and they softly kissed, hair merging, mingling, mixing into a rich tone of orange, catching the red from the evening sky and the waking yellow of dawn.

Once more his fingers came to life, a quick shove and I jerked forward in bliss, my mouth opened wide, my head leaving his, hair flowing through the air, coming to lie on my cheeks, strands sticking to my lips and tickling my tongue.
They moved upwards, he pressed them aginst the roof of my hole and I jerked, getting to stand on my toes for a moment, tensing up my thighs and arms.

“AAH,” I gasped, and the hair left my mouth again. My arms started trembling and I had to relax them again, but as I felt the soft touch of his angel fingers between my shoulder blades I wailed in bliss and spread my fingers apart again.
His forefinger traced down my spine, opening my pores, making feathers sprout, my skin prickling like carbonated water giving away the carbon dioxide on one’s tongue.

I squirmed in different realities, I could feel them growing, stretching, unfolding, more of them coming, thick feathers; as they fully unfolded and touched the ceiling I formed a hollow back and screamed. Sanzo understood, he lay down between my shoulder blades and invaded my mouth with his hand, his delicate fingers brushing over my teeth, pressing down my tongue, caressing the soft fleshy walls.
The other fingers were replaced, my wings jerked and I could hear the deafening fissling of the feathers, calling the rain and the wind.

His hard piece of flesh breaking the warm waves inside, further until meeting the dark centre of pleasure. As he did so he moaned into my ear, pressing his fingers down against my teeth and I gagged, my stomach contracted and the blood surged down once again.

“GOJYO,” he screamed, to call part of me back to that reality and to encourage me to carry on, change, metamorphose…

A long-drawn cry filled the air, it let the feathers vibrate in strange waves of tone, putting them in motion, making them thirst for purity.
Sanzo moved now, forth and back, softly but determined, his fingers buried in my flanks, the scent coming from them penetrating my nose, reminding me of my own body.
It was not my own body. Like the light colour before we had merged, numbers to count this were of no use, the entity was uncountable, not with these worldly figures. Transparent secretion stuck on his fingers, nectar for the thirsty, with every move of them a new wave of tempting richness floated towards the ceiling, passing my head, turning me crazy.

As he panted for another time into my ear he let go of my flank and smeared the transparency into my feathers, it was like I could feel his soft skin brushing against those even softer, thin cushions; they fissled in joy again.
In a moment of sheer drain and more bliss than I could bear my head fell forward, my chin would have hit my chest, but I regained consciousness just in time and I threw it back again, setting up a loud, divine cry. The wings moved, the tips of them grazing the walls to my left and right, but they liked it, they kept rubbing their tips against the walls, sending the effect of that, the friction, straight to my groin and I could feel the tingling there finally too.

Sanzo licked his lips, I could feel it, his head was close to my neck, he was whispering strange words against my skin, praying, chanting, singing, in his dark, dull voice, calling the angels in me.
I let them come out, I panted hard, so hard I felt light-headed, but I had to call them too, permit them to show their existence in me, come out, and play.

And they came.

With the hot wave of pure happiness and heavenly bliss they came, riding on it, manifesting, doubling, duplicating thousandfold in a second, filling the air, thick and heavy, taking us with them into the air. My wings tensed up and fizzled in the lowest tones they were capable of, filling the room, giving home to the small angels, sharing the space, and in the middle of this soft- and pureness we were screaming, breaking down the walls of those realities, letting the air vibrate and seethe, the heat unbearable already, painful and exhausting. Fingers moving down my flesh, opening my skin, making the angels come out, they were eager to get out and they opened their little wings and escaped as soon as the outside air, still cool compared to my insides, touched their cheeks. With sounds of joy they spread their wings and joined the others, riding on my wings, moving up his back and caressing his cheeks with their velvet wings.

Sanzo moaned behind me, raptured by the spectacle, enjoying it with all his senses, but still chanting though, they had not bewitched all of him yet.
The angels laughed, they screamed in joy and fled to all sides when I moved my arm through the air, but they just dodged a manifestation of my lust in this other reality. Sanzo caught my arm and burried his nails in my forearm, making me feel another tingling sensation which added to the others and weakened my mind.

Short gasps escaped me now, the angels were keeping me up, the wings pressing against the walls, keeping both of us up on our legs. Sanzo was not done yet, nor was I, they made us go on, on until they would be satisfied. I started wailing in agony and bliss, and Sanzo put his hand in my mouth again, making me taste my own body. His cold exhaled air hit my neck, short gasps, we were both shaking.

Another kind of release set in then, slowly, but continually. The angels moved back inside, the wings started to dissolve. Fissling and shaking, they faded, letting through the light again.

“Sanzo…” I whined with my last bit of strength, then my knees gave way and I fell.

His cock slipped from my backside, but claws dug into my back; they kept him up. My arms hurt, they could not carry doubly that weight. But soon I couldn’t feel them anymore.
The warm darkness was pulling on my mind, I could not but give in.

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Softness covered my body, the insides of my thighs were caressed with hot wetness, then, with a high, constant string of sounds, warmness was spreading there too, moving inside…soft, warm flesh stroking it…


I opened my eyes, slowly. I knew my wings were gone, my angelic side pushed into some corner of my soul again.
Sanzo was lying next to me. Asleep. It was dark.
With a moan I turned around and took him in my arms. He adjusted himself to my embrace, smacked his lips and plunged back into his dreams again.

No one had ever made them appear. Not the whores, not father, not my red tinged fellow sufferers.
Sanzo had decoyed them out.
I grinned and moved my shoulder blades, they hurt. Sanzo inhaled deeply, moved closer and wrapped his arms around me.
Fiery pain spread from his fingers where they touched my skin, a bolt of pain rushed through me and I jerked and bit down on my tongue to keep myself from crying out, and waking my second-hand angel.
My nephilim.

Again I moved my shoulder blades to get his fingers away from those spots, but they stayed where they had come to lie. I licked my lips and tried to move forward a little, but his fingers suddenly dug into my back and I froze.

“Sanzo…would you…please…” I whispered silently, my voice just barely audible, I didn’t want to wake him, “Just a little, damn…”

I could hear his breath, deep, calm, steady. He flexed his fingers. The bloodthirsty nephilim.

“Sanzo…please…”

His fingers, buried in my flesh. I bucked in pain and screamed.
As the first shock wore off I slowly moved down again, panting hard, not ready for what I’d see in a moment.

Violet eyes, attentive and cold, the lips a straight line. Cold intent, knowing exactly what he was doing.
He buried his claws in the scratches he had made again, and I rubbed my head against the pillow in pain, feeling the warm blood trickling down my back, soaking the sheets.

“You can’t force them” I panted, talking with dark air. He had left this earth.

He tore my skin apart once again, his fingers moving from my shoulder blades down to my buttocks where they stopped. The stinging pain of a little too irritated skin let me flinch, it was the same pain I felt when he whipped me, but whipping was a more blissful thing. His thumb was stroking my ass cheek.

“Nephilim” I gasped, hoping I could make him realize how far he had already gone.

His hands left my ass and he smeared the blood across my face, stopping at my lips, pushing in and making me taste it. Remains of skin, salt, from the sweat, his cum.

“Nephilim” he repeated in a knowing voice and half sat up. He reached down, and with a long-drawn moan I rocked my hips forward into his touch, bringing my balls into best stroking position, first row. He rubbed his thumb against the raw skin and my thighs jerked; mere reflex, pain and bliss let me do it.

He reached inside and searched for the wings.

“Aaaaah…” I panted, eyes shut tightly, stomach contracting and muscles jerking.

“No…no!” I screamed, feeling the world turning upside down, feeling something inside becoming loose.

“I want to see,” he said, like a child. Curious. Tearing out the fragile, little wings of the beautiful butterfly in curiosity and infantile, unbridled cruelness.

“No…Sanzo!” I screeched, panic mixing with the pain, giving me the strength to move.

With cold eyes he continued, and I sat up and rose my arm to push his away, but the world turned black then.

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‘You are the Nephilim. Turn around, I want to fuck you. Bear my child.’,
he said. Could I resist that angelic voice…?


Of course I couldn’t.

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