Kinktober2023 Day 7: Corruption/Virginity
Purely Sinful
for Kinktober2023 by Annika Sage Ellis
contains: consensual non-consent (CNC), dom/sub, role-play, strap-on, fingering, anal sex, angel/demon, cis/trans
dysphoria warning: Pride is a trans man whose genitals are described with the following terms: cunt, folds, clit. Please use discretion if these words will trigger any dysphoria.
There was an angel in his territory.
Pride watched from the shadows, curious, as the poor thing struggled on the floor. Wrapped in nothing but a loose sheet, he cast his gaze all around, looking for some kind of aid. Unfortunately for him, he wouldn’t find any.
“Well, well, well,” he said. The angel whirled around, foolishly defiant, as Pride made himself known. He stepped into the dim light, scarlet tail swishing around his ankles, bone-white horns belching black smoke. “What have we here?”
“A soldier of God,” the angel said, declaring it like it meant something, “and the virtue Justice.”
“Away from your flock?”
Justice flinched. “I… left.”
“Left?”
“I needed answers Heaven couldn’t give me.”
Pride stepped closer, even more curious now. Justice watched him with distrust as he circled, but made no move to attack, or even provoke. If he were a demon—a truly fallen angel—Pride would have understood, but massive wings still sprouted from his back. A rare sight.
“Interesting,” Pride mused. He brushed his claws against the nearest feather. “And you escaped intact?”
“Of course I did,” Justice said, snapping his wings shut. “I never sinned.”
“Uh-huh. What are you doing here, then?”
“It’s none of your business.”
“It is, actually.” Pride snatched his chin, digging his claws into the soft angelic skin. “I make the rules here, Justice.”
He was pretty for an angel. Gentle, round features, plush lips, a spray of freckles over his rich brown cheeks. His long hair was done up in dreadlocks, half in a neat bun, and the other half tumbling down his shoulders like a dark waterfall. Pride held him still for several long seconds, drinking him in. Justice didn’t flinch, still convinced he had any power. That could change.
“I used to be like you,” Pride told him. “Obsessively loyal to Heaven, even when I hated it.”
“I don’t hate it,” Justice insisted, but his confidence wavered.
“Then why are you here?”
“I told you—I’m looking for answers.”
“Answers that Our Father couldn’t give you? Answers from a demon?”
He had nothing to say to that, pursing his lips shut. Pride took the invitation.
“Let’s say you find your answers. Do you really think Heaven will welcome you back with open arms when you do?”
“Of course! I’m still an angel! I never—”
“But you want to.”
Justice slapped his hand away. “You don’t know anything about me.”
“I know enough.”
Pride dropped to his knees and slung his arms around Justice’s neck. He scrambled backward, leaving his loose sheet behind, so Pride slid into his naked lap.
“What are you doing?” Justice demanded.
“Proving it,” he answered simply.
“Proving what?”
“That you came here to sin. Because it’s what you want.”
Justice opened his mouth to retort, but Pride swallowed it with a kiss. He made a loud noise of protest, but Pride crushed his head closer, digging his claws into his scalp. He forced his tongue inside before Justice could close his teeth, poking and prodding everywhere he could reach. But through the fighting, he found what he was looking for.
Justice struggled against him until he ended up flat on his back, dragging Pride down with him. He broke with a gasp, licking his lips. Along with the taste of his mouth, Pride found a drop of lust.
“I can taste it, you know,” he said.
“What are you talking about?” Justice demanded. “Let me go!”
“You want to sin. I can taste it.”
“That’s impossible.”
“Is it?”
Pride pinned his wrists to the ground and kissed him again. Justice fought to no avail, wings shut, and without any power to overcome a demon in his territory. There was nothing he could do, helpless against Pride as he took what he wanted.
In a desperate attempt to throw him off, Justice bucked his hips. Pride ground down on him, on his cock, and he moaned loud. It made Pride stop in his tracks, a flood of lust rushing into his mouth and sending a bolt arousal down his spine.
“See?” he said. “You’re even lying to yourself.”
“No,” Justice insisted. He shut his eyes and shook his head. “No, I can’t.”
“Can’t what?”
“I can’t want this! If I lose my purity, I—” He gazed right past Pride, swallowing hard. “They’ll never let me back into Heaven.”
For the first time, Pride was the one who was surprised. He looked down at this angel under him, desperate to deny his wants, and realized he’d never been touched. Never felt lust. Never been fucked. And he could be the one to change that. The very thought made his cunt ache.
“Oh, Justice,” he purred, tracing the line of his jaw. “Haven’t you figured it out?”
“What?”
“Questioning Heaven is a sin. You got lucky, sneaking out before they could find you first. But they were never going to take you back.”
Justice flashed through confusion, disbelief, guilt, and anger all at once. “You—You’re a demon. You’re lying.”
“I used to be like you,” Pride echoed. “I was like you, and then I got bored. I was so tired of following orders, ignoring my own desires, keeping myself pure. I wanted things. I wanted more than Heaven could give me.”
“I want to be in Heaven!”
“Then you wouldn’t have come here.”
Justice flapped his jaw, his eyes spun around the room. He’d run out of excuses, and Pride relished every second of it. He bent low, pressed against his ear.
“I can give you what you really want,” Pride murmured. “What you’ve always wanted. What Heaven couldn’t give you. The answers you seek. All you have to do is admit it.”
He was quiet for a while. Lust still floated through the air.
“I really can’t go back?” Justice asked, in a small voice.
A tiny scrap of sympathy bloomed in Pride’s chest. He remembered how cold the universe became when he Fell. There was nothing but confusion and strife and pain. But there was one reason he survived it, where so many other demons let themselves burn alive without trying. Indulgence.
He turned Justice over by the waist, laying him on his stomach. His wings unfurled, a wide expanse of white, untainted.
“No,” Pride answered, crawling over him. “Not after I’ve had my way with you.”
And, right on cue, he tapped Justice twice on the shoulder so he would know to break character.
“Hi,” he said. “How are you doing?”
“I’m okay,” Justice said. He put his head on his arms and sighed. “It’s a lot, but I’m fine.”
“Do you want to keep going?”
“Yes, please.”
“Alright, I’ll go get the stuff.”
Pride abandoned the scene for the little pile they’d set aside beforehand—his strap-on, lube, a towel, and bandages in case he went “a little crazy” with his claws. Even though that only happened one time. He stripped everything off and put the harness on, already fitted with Justice’s choice of dildo. The angel in question was happily kicking his feet when he turned around. Pride snorted.
“You look so conflicted,” he said.
“You didn’t restart the scene yet,” Justice pointed out.
“Yeah, well you better be really intimidated when we do.” He plopped back down behind Justice, sitting on his thighs. He set the lube next to him. “Ready?”
Justice put his legs down and his arms by his head. “Ready.”
Pride leaned over him and tapped his shoulder twice to un-pause.
He swept his eyes and hands up Justice’s back, from his plump ass to his freckled shoulders. His wings shuddered, his hands clenched into fists.
“What are you going to do?” he muttered into the floor.
“I already told you,” Pride chided. “I’m going to give you what you want.”
He grabbed both asscheeks and Justice squeaked. He spread them wide, pulling the skin around the tight little hole with his thumbs.
“W-wait,” Justice protested. “I’ve never—”
“I know. Your point?”
“Will you… be careful?”
Pride chuckled, shrinking two of his claws into fingers. “Oh, I’ll be doing no such thing.”
He slicked them up and shoved them inside. Justice nearly screamed, wings snapping wide and feathers puffing up. Pride was already thrusting inside him.
“I guess I should have started with one,” he mused.
Justice didn’t reply, a shaky moan escaping instead. Pride shoved his fingers as deep as he could, forcing his tight, chaste hole to accept them. He pumped in and out with no mercy, Justice twisting and squirming underneath him. His breath came in pants, wings beating like he was trying to get away. Pride licked his lips, dripping at the sight.
“Isn’t this good?” he asked lowly. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
“It’s—” Justice said, through gritted teeth. “It’s a lot.”
“This is barely anything.” Pride leaned over and whispered. “Wait until I’m inside you. Then you’ll know what ‘a lot’ means.”
Justice turned over his shoulder, eyes wide with disbelief. Pride simply curled his fingers again, and the shock dissolved into a whine. He wondered what face Justice would make when he was stuffed full. When he understood what it meant to be fucked.
Despite his curiosity, he played with his fingers a bit longer. Stretching a virgin hole could only be done once, after all, and Pride wanted to savor it. The muscle fighting him melted under his touch, flexible and loose under his hand. Justice went from grinding his teeth to breathless moaning, fully accepting the intrusion.
“Who knew an angel would ever take a demon so well?” he said, pulling out for the last time.
“Y-you,” Justice wheezed, clearly trying to regain some authority. “You did this…”
“Me?” Pride asked, incredulous, as he slicked himself. “You wanted answers.”
He pressed the tip against his hole, watching it spread. Justice choked, eyes and mouth going wide. Pride smirked, pushing it in deeper and deeper.
“You came to me,” he said. “I’m just giving you what you asked for.”
Justice whimpered, wings trembling. Pride grabbed them, digging his claws between the feathers. Like a pinned butterfly, Justice lay spread underneath him with his limbs wide and accepting. Pride pulled all the way out and thrusted.
The moan Justice released was shocked and relieved at once. Even he looked surprised to have made it. Pride thrusted again and he scraped the ground, tearing at nothing. Pride kept going, drinking in every detail of his reactions. He fucked into Justice hard, giving him no time to recover. Determined to defile his ass until he loved it, Pride rammed him over and over, merciless.
Getting so roughly fucked for the first time, Justice thrashed and trembled within minutes. Every inch of his body shook, the effort of taking so much so fast almost unbearable. But his moans were so debauched, and he made them so eagerly, he sounded like he took it up the ass for a living.
“Why?” Justice asked, moaning in a desperate sob. “Why does it—f-feel so good?”
“Purity is a cage,” Pride answered. “You’ve been locked in a prison and now you’re free.”
It was as if a lightning bolt struck him. Justice gasped again, this time in realization. Pride fucked into him, and he moaned so sweet and depraved.
“Yes!” he cried, arching back. “Yes, yes—take it, take it, take it from me.”
Pride felt like he’d been waiting all his life to hear that. He lunged forward and sank his teeth into Justice’s neck. He bit, sucked, and licked everywhere he could reach, continuing to rail Justice fast and sloppy while he begged for it. Once a reluctant virgin, he lifted his needy hips back into Pride’s thrusts, fucking himself even harder.
Corrupting an angel’s body so thoroughly made Pride slick to begin with—making an angel come for the first time, to solidify his defilement, was a wet dream come to life. He reached under Justice and found his cock hard and weeping. Pride grasped it and stroked him as rough as he fucked, turning Justice into a sobbing mess.
“Once I’m done with you,” Pride rasped into his ear, “there won’t be a single holy feather on your body. You’ll be so fucking filthy with sin, I might even be jealous.”
Justice warbled, thighs quaking. Pride stripped his cock even faster.
“You like that, huh? You like being a twisted, dirty angel? Is that what you wanted the whole time?”
He nodded into the floor. “P-please—”
“Come,” he almost snarled. “Come for me, Justice, give up on your purity and come.”
“Pride—!”
Justice came with that single cry, arching obscenely. Every feather on his wings shook, his body trembled, and Pride made sure to push all the way inside him so he could clamp down on his new object of worship.
“Welcome to the other side,” he whispered.
Justice collapsed and went limp. Pride tapped his shoulder twice and his wings evaporated. He pulled out, stripped the harness off, and shimmied across the floor to lie at his side.
“Hey, good job,” he praised. “How you feeling?”
Dazed and covered in drool, Justice nodded against the carpet.
“For the record, I never told you my name in that scene.”
“Oh,” Justice mumbled. “I forgot.”
Then he burst into giggles for no reason, a favorite activity of post-orgasm-Justice. Pride chuckled along with him, petting his hair. It was nice, but there was an aching, neglected problem between his legs.
“Hey, uh,” he ventured, “do you need aftercare right now? Because I’m very, very wet.”
“No, I can help.” Justice scooted closer, rolling onto his side. He reached down with one hand.
“Okay, thanks.” Pride felt his voice strain. “All that was really sexy and—”
He completely stopped being able to talk when Justice parted his folds and rubbed his clit. It was an immediate, breathtaking, leg-shaking pleasure, a feeling only achieved by unintentional edging. Pride had his leg bent back to his shoulder in seconds, panting and babbling incoherent horny nonsense. Justice went fast for someone still coming down from his own orgasm, making tight circles in the perfect spot in the most perfect way and—
Pride came extremely fast, and he wasn’t even embarrassed. He floated all the way up into the clouds for a few blissful seconds, and floated gently back down.
“Okay,” he panted. “Now th’ afterfuck.”
“Aftercare,” Justice corrected.
“Yeah, same thing.”
