GUARDIAN ANGEL, PERSONAL DEMON
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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[NOTE: We've all seen the figures of a tiny angel and a tiny devil perched on people's shoulders. Some prefer to call them your conscience and your temptation, but I like to think of them as the embodiment of the two representatives of Heaven and Hell we are all supposed to have assigned to us. And therein lies this story....]
Timael, the guardian angel, was righteously furious as he and Alex, his human, watched his lover get dressed. "See?" He told Alex by whispering in his right ear. "He isn't staying with you. He will never call you again. You should have waited, learned to know him better. All you have done is risked your body and your soul, and for nothing but a moment's pleasure."
He heard Slugstepper's response, the personal demon who perched on Alex's left shoulder, whispering into Alex's left ear. "Say something! Ask him if he knows anyone else you can fuck like you just did him!"
"Nonsense!" Timael said urgently. "You are no slut, you are a decent human being who has slipped ever so little, do not compound your error!"
And Alex spoke, both guardian angel and person demon listened to his words intently, "I hope we can get together again some time."
And the man shrugged on his t-shirt, said, "You bet I will. I have your number right here." And the man patted his left buttock.
"Right next to your heart." Alex joked, and they both laughed. Timael sighed. His human was lost, lost unless he could manage yet to guide his soul into repentance.
He was about to begin work on Alex, but saw that his human was exhausted. It would have to wait until morning.
In the meantime, he could have a few words directly with Slugstepper, let their debate percolate into Alex's dreams where they would twist it into nightmare. A good nightmare was just what was called for!
He floated over Alex's throat and confronted the personal demon. Like Timael, Slugstepper bore Alex's face, a side-effect of the assignment to a human, and like Timael, he bore Alex's body. One that Alex had been working on diligently. Timael didn't mind that, the body Alex kept clean and toned was a body halfway to heaven. If only Alex wasn't constantly tempted by Slugstepper into staring longingly at those other men working out! It was a difficult assignment, working with a gay human, they had to be kept from any and all sexual contact to gain unfettered access to Heaven, which was Timael's ambition and if successful, his crowning achievement! Well, that glory was denied him now, from now on, it was war!
"You!" Timael declaimed with a finger pointed at the personal demon. "You did this, you miserable worm! The Almighty was right to cast you out of Heaven with Satan and the others! And now you seek to add to the population of your tormented domain! I shall not permit this! I shall not!"
"Permit what?" Slugstepper said, and Timael saw that he was as worked up as Timael about this night! "Did you see what our human was doing here! Did you watch?"
"I saw Alex in the throes of fornication with another man." Timael said.
"You saw nothing!" Slugstepper fumed, and then he dropped, as personal demons are apt to do, into worry about his punishment if he failed to win this human's soul. "They spent hours talking in the bar! They found things in common, things to do outside of the bedroom! They came back here and were loving and tender to each other! I wanted Alex to go find a bathroom stall with a hole in it, no danger there of falling in love! But no, you and your mutterings kept him in the front room of that club, and he met this guy, this, this...what was his name again?"
"Mark." Timael supplied.
"Yeah, Mark!" Slugstepper said. "You just watch, this Mark is going to call Alex, and they'll go out again and they'll have fun and they'll get to know each other. Oh, I had it happen the last time, too! They're going to fall in love!"
"Fall in love?" Timael said, aghast. "But that's worse!"
"Worse!" Slugstepper said. "Pah! A few paltry centuries in Purgatory and those of the lightest sort of torment. God makes allowance for the love. No, I needed my human to stay single, hit the backrooms, suck cock, fuck ass, but to get to know these men? Never! Keep them distant, keep them nameless cocks and asses, that's my road to success! Instead, Alex is three steps down the road to...gah! He's got a chance to be happy!"
"Happiness on Earth." Timael retorted. "Not in heaven! None should dally upon the pleasures of the flesh, they should be denied for the glory of God."
"Boy." Slugstepper said in a tone of wonder. "How do you manage to bend over with that flagpole up your ass? What were your prior humans like, anyway?"
"Alex is my eighth." Timael admitted. "The first four were those who were fortunate enough to die before they attained full measure of discretion."
"Babies before doctors got any good at helping people live, right?"
"That is a poor way of looking at it." Timael said. "Souls who pass easily and quickly from this world to the next, God embraces them and gives them quick entrance."
"Okay, for the first four, you had it easy. What about those last three?" Slugstepper pressed.
"My fifth lived until his fourteenth year." Timael said. "I kept him busy on his prayers and his sins were few before the fever struck him and he had ample time for his confession to the priest."
"He got an easy walk, too." Slugstepper adjudged.
"My sixth," and Timael smiled. "She chose the nunnery and lived many years in quiet solitude behind those high walls. I helped her fight her desires for the sins of the flesh. I was up against old Pusbreath on that one and he put up a good fight, but I had him outmatched. And the last, it was during the First World War, and he had some sins with alcohol and women of low standards, the temptations of a soldier, but when he was wounded, the priest came around and he was ready enough, knowing his death was nigh, to renounce all the desires of the world."
"Humph!" Slugstepper made a spitting motion. "So you feel you're on a roll, and can't bear the thought of a human actually living in the world and getting a bit of the nasty to make the day go by smoother."
"So Alex has succumbed to temptation." Timael said beatifically. "His first time with a man, that can be forgiven easily enough. He had to learn that it was not for him."
"That's what got my tail in a twist!" Slugstepper said. "He didn't learn any such thing. He's got a chance for happiness here. You mark my words, a year from now, he and this Mark character are going to be going to church together! Holding hands while they say their prayers together. Taking care of each other when they're in trouble. Gah! True love, that's where he's headed, mark the way my horns curl up when I think of it. I lost my last two humans to lives of true love, I know the symptoms well indeed! The way that Mark stroked his chest while Alex was fucking his ass, the way Alex kissed Mark's cheek as he humped that hairy butt. Sin? The mildest sort! Tempered by kind feelings and the formation of a bond, it gives the soul a glaze that is damned hard to penetrate! Soon, Alex won't even be going to bars, he'll be baking cookies and going to baseball games where he'll go easy on the booze because Mark doesn't like it when he gets drunk...Gah!" Slugstepper advanced on Timael in sheer fury.
And they touched. Personal demon and guardian angel, the better natures of the soul and the desires that well from within, they contacted. And with that touch, there came a great...communication.
Timael knew he shouldn't get close to the personal demons of the humans he was assigned to. He had been warned that such contact would cause all of that nature to permeate his own being, as would his own light shatter the darkness of the evil spirit. Light meets dark, and both are corrupted. But Slugstepper moved so fast, he didn't have time to shift away, it caught him off-guard and...
And so they touched and the combination occurred. Timael felt the goatish lusts of Slugstepper, urges that he had drained and fed upon from Alex, pouring into him. And he felt those emotions of kindness, mercy, love and dedication, which he himself sipped from Alex's soul to sustain himself, descend into the personal demon.
Lust met love, combining into...desire. Angels aren't supposed to feel desire, demons are supposed to feel only a raw hunger for physical sensations. Neither is true desire, when the heart meshes with the body to coalesce into one emotion!
To call it black meeting white and both becoming gray is not enough, such colors don't tell of the vibrancy of the meeting. Say instead that red temptation met blue redemption, and they combined into a marvelous royal-purple glory!
The clash of their bodies would have smashed a mere human. Timael's lips met Slugstepper's with a force that would have left them bruised lumps for a lesser creature of Earth. Timael's hands clutched at Slugstepper's back, his thumb and forefinger caressed the juncture of the wings with the shoulder muscles, his thighs felt the hairy goat-legs of the demon brush him, a scratchy fur that would have scarred tender human flesh. But he was an angel, and beyond the sufferings of the flesh, all he felt was the warmth of the body in his embrace.
"Ah, ah, ah!" gasped Slugstepper when Timael's kissed moved to his neck. His demonic fingers caressed the tender feathers of Timael's wings, the silken texture fluttered under his clawed fingertips. "The delight of the angelic embrace!" he sighed. "So long, it has been so long! I had forgotten...ah! I had forgotten this!"
Slugstepper's flesh was reddish and abnormally warm, but the heat burned Timael's lips only with passion. "And I had no idea that you would be so soft to touch." He breathed. His tongue found Slugstepper's breast, danced upon the tip of the nipple like the head of a pin, he pushed down and suckled at the warm breast like the infants he had nurtured each in turn, guiding them to their mother's milk, but now he only drew ecstasy for himself and his demon-lover from that nub of hot, bumped flesh.
He felt Slugstepper's rod like a branding iron between his thighs, and Slugstepper began to hunch upwards, brushing Timael's buttocks. The hot dong gushed a scalding fluid, but again, an angel is immune to pain. The steam that arose from it was but a balm to his hungry body, he relished the sensation and let it drive his own. His cock returned the favor by flowing a soothing fluid onto Slugstepper's stomach and Slugstepper moaned at the benevolent velvet caress of angelic love-juice that nestled into the dimple of his navel.
"I must have you now." Slugstepper groaned. "I cannot bear it the more! You will let me take you!"
"Nay, I give himself to you." Timael corrected him. "There is no taking. There is only accepting."
"I accept you, then!" Slugstepper said in tones of "I'll say anything to get inside you." "Only let it be now, now!"
"So let it be." intoned Timael and he reached behind himself, grasped the hot brand of demon dong and touched it to his lower entrance. Never had this opening known the exit of mundane discharge, it was as pink and pristine as any infant's upon birth. No cleansing was needed of the space beyond the sphincter, it was all unused and waiting for Slugstepper's prong to touch it all for the first time.
Timael was therefore unprepared for what he felt. Pain was impossible, but pleasure there was ample room for, he got it all as Slugstepper's cock surged into him. Timael threw his head back and let out a moan that shook the very gates of Heaven for certain. He was matched by a groan from Slugstepper that rocks the portals of Hell. The very cosmos was buffeted by this meeting of angel and demon, the meshing of opposites, the combination of philosophies at odds with each other, they couldn't be reconciled...could they?
Yet in this bonding they found ecstasy. Timael bounced upon Slugstepper while Slugstepper rammed upwards, a synchronization of ecstasy that is the eagle to the human's sparrow, the mountain to the human's hill, the sheer rapture that coursed through these two bodies would have killed a mortal with its intensity.
So it was in this magnificent mounting, this conflagration of concupiscence, this joy of joining, that Timael and Slugstepper moved, their bodies wracked with a delight that could have moved oceans from their beds, shaken mountains into dust, flung stars out of the skies, here above their sleeping human ward, angel and demon combined their bodies and shivered with the rush of the rising climax within!
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" warned Slugstepper. "Angel, this could damage even you, I beg you to pull off and let me discharge safely outside of you. It has caused mortal souls to burst into flames!"
"I am no mortal." gasped Timael. "I am of the same stuff as you, created before the world, and not fragile, I say to you, take the delight I give you and give me mine in return!"
"I hear and obey!" sobbed Slugstepper. "Only don't let it hurt him, God, please, don't let it hurt him! GUH-UH-HUHHUHHHNNNN!"
And the demonic semen exploded upwards into Timael. Demon seed comes in two forms, one is a form of lava that can sear flesh from bones and burn bones into black ash. The other is icy cold so that it freezes the very soul rock-hard. Neither was what came out of Slugstepper. Timael felt the fluid that hit him with wonder. This was the same blessing-water that occurred when he himself would touch other angels, as they waited for reassignment, the lovemaking they performed under the Benevolent Gaze directly, this was the very same!
That ecstatic fluid, as always, invoked his own orgasm, and he clenched his buttocks tightly upon Slugstepper's dong to keep him tightly within, and he leaned back, rested his hands upon Slugstepper's hooves to steady himself, and he sprayed his own jizm out over Slugstepper's body. Slugstepper yelped as the angelic fluid ejaculated over him, every place it touched, it steamed upon his flesh. The reddish tint of his body faded into a deep pink, a regular pink, a light pink.
Timael for himself felt his very essence flowing out of him in that orgasm, every bit of the fluid seemed to drain from his very being. Like a limp sack, he sagged down with his climax upon Slugstepper's body and felt himself seeping with his love-juices into Slugstepper's body, felt Slugstepper's body contort, like it was wrapping around him, or he was wrapping around it. Or both at once. The star-shaking ecstasy that wracked his body made any objective observation impossible. Timael sunk into a form of mental darkness. How odd, he thought, it was much like what the humans call sleep....
He awakened and found himself alone. He was seated upon Alex's heart, the young man lying in deep slumber, his chest bare to the night air. He looked down upon himself. His body was...changed. Not the pure pale white of angel, not the deep red of demon, but...in between.
He regarded his body. Magnificent! He'd had a beautiful body as an angel, but this! This was more! He looked around, he was alone. Where was the other who shared his duties of watching over this human, for good or for evil. Who was he even looking for? Slugstepper? Or Timael?
The response was not what he expected. Before him appeared Birmael, the angel who was in charge of the disposition of guardian angels. He bowed before his superior.
"Well, he who used to be Timael." Birmael said to him. "What shall we call you now?"
"I am..." He paused. "I do not know who I am."
"You are what used to be Slugstepper the demon and Timael the angel." Birmael said. "You bonded with each other into this one form." Birmael cocked his head to one side and said, "We shall call you Slumael. That seems appropriate."
"But what am I?" the newly-named Slumael said. "If I am both Timael and Slugstepper, then what is my place in the heavens?"
"Your duties are the same as before." Birmael said. "This lucky human Alex, he shall have temptation leavened by love, and guidance tempered with passionate joy. You, Slumael, are now both to him. You are his integrated conscience, a joining of his morals and his desires no longer in conflict, but now working in harmony to let him live a life both happy and fruitful. Guide him as you ever would, and when his time on this world is done, we shall have a special place of honor for you."
Slumael bowed his head and rested in his new place upon Alex's body, right above his heart. For now, he would speak to his human from there.
Alex awoke the next morning to the phone ringing. He picked it up and said, "Hello?"
"Good morning." came Mark's voice. "Am I calling too early?"
Alex looked at the clock. Nearly six-thirty. "No, my alarm would have gone off in a moment more anyhow."
"Great." Mark said. "I was wondering if you were up for breakfast together before you go in to work."
Alex considered this, and Slumael answered him in the affirmative. "Sounds good." Alex said. "How about we meet at Marigold's at, say, seven-thirty?"
"Great." Mark said. "I'll see you there. Sorry about leaving you last night, but I really did have to get home. I have a pet cat, and he's about twenty years old now, and I have to be sure I'm home to give him his medicine each morning, you see."
"It's okay." Alex said. "See you a little later."
"Good-bye."
Alex got out of bed. It was going to be a good day, he thought. And Slumael smiled benevolently. Yes, he told his human, the first of many, many good days to come.
THE END
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