“Shit, what happened?” Azaiel thought as she grabbed her throbbing head and looked around the room.
It was large, and what the humans called, modern, but with touches of the old world as well. She managed to get standing upright and looked down at her form.
As an angel, she didn’t have a physical form per se, but instead took on the form needed and this time that was apparently a curvaceous brunette.
Looking once more around, she saw the door behind her and she headed towards it, only for it to open at the last second and a man in flowing red robes to step into the room.
“Ah, there you are!” he said as he stroked his long white beard.
“Human, is it you who summoned me so unskillfully?” she demanded of him.
“Yes, my apologies, the ancient text was damaged in some spots and I had to do my best to fill in the gaps. Though ‘summoned’ is probably not the right term anyway.”
Frustrated, she moved quickly to grab him by the throat and express her anger. She came right up to him, her hand stopping just before clasping around his neck.
She blinked and cocked her head to the side, her hand unwilling to complete it’s task, then anger welled up in her face.
“What have do you done human!” she shouted.
A wry smile crossed the man’s face, “I have bound you to me. Now kneel and show me what those lips are good for other than shouting at me.”
Instantly she dropped to her knees and pulled his rob up, exposing his hard dick, her lips quickly wrapping around it and taking him all the way into her.
She sucked for what seemed like forever until she felt the first drops of his cum enter her mouth, disgust welling up inside of her, only to be crushed.
“Cum for me.” the man said and Azaiel’s body trembled as her orgasm crashed over her.
“Dance for me Azi.” her Master commanded as he reclined naked in the chair in the master bedroom.
“Yes Master.” Azaiel replied as she spread her black wings and began to sway her hips.
It hadn’t taken him long to corrupt her very essence, the binding spell he had used making her his obedient slave. It was more than that though, he was a devious human as well, commanding her to enjoy what was being done to her, sending her down the spiral of corruption even faster.
Her black wings and attire just the outward presentation of that corruption now.
She turned around and bent over at her waist, wiggling her ass as she flapped her wings, slowly backing up until she was seated on his lap.
His hands reached around and grabbed her tits, she let out a moan and leaned back, spreading her legs when one of his hands slipped down her torso towards her pussy.
Soon she was riding his, his cock deep inside of her as she sung out an angelic song she had learned long ago.
Azaiel slipped off of her Master and stood above him, a smile on both of their faces. But there was something wrong.
She cocked her head to the side and spoke, “Master?”
He didn’t reply and so she reached out and touched him but he made no reaction. She knew he was dead, deep down, but she continued to try and rouse him for hours afterward.
Azaiel watched the men wrap her Master in his ceremonial robes and then cart him out of the bedroom, only one man remained after her Master was gone.
“And what are you?” the man asked.
“I am the angel Azaiel.” she replied.
The man raised an eyebrow, “An what are you doing here?” he asked.
“I am bound to my Master.” she had hoped he would not ask.
“That old bugger, binding an actual angel.” he then looked out the door and then back to her.
“I take it he went out… happy?” he asked.
“Very.” she replied matter of factly.
The man nodded and then held up the plastic bag that contained her Masters belongings.
“Which one is the binding object?” he asked.
“The… the… the ring.” she answered as she lost any hope she might have escaped this realm with her Master’s death.
The man opened the bag and took out the ring, slipping it onto his finger and Azaiel felt the binding transfer to her new Master, and her body shift to comply.
Azaiel looked down at her new body, the white of her lingerie having returned along with her wings, though they were much smaller then they had been.
“Thank you Master.” she said and then smiled at her new Master.
He smiled back and nodded, “Good. Now, you will never speak of this to anyone, understand?”
“Yes Master.” she replied, then followed along behind her Master as he left her old Master’s bedroom.
Azaiel felt her Master’s hands at the base of her wings, his cock deep in her ass, as he pulled her back hard as she was bent over the arm of the couch.
“Yes Master! Fuck my angelic ass with your demonic cock!” she cried out, squirming as she tried to push herself back onto him even more.
Her new Master was nothing like her old Master, hard and rough, using her whenever he was in the mood, and with no concern with her own comfort or pleasure.
Something deep inside of her missed the orgasms that her old Master had brought her, it had been years since she had experienced one and she sometimes wondered if her new Master would ever let her have one again.
Of course he was only human, one day, like her old Master, her new Master would depart the mortal realm and leave her here.
Perhaps her next Master would let her cum again, but if not, perhaps the one after that.
Azaiel looked in the mirror and hardly recognized her new appearance.
It had been some time since she’d last been a blonde, and the pink lingerie was a first. Neither of these things were what made her look so different though, the two things that did that were her lips and tits.
She had many Masters over the decades, each one having their own ideals of what she would look like, but such large lips and tits had never been one of those looks.
She lifted her fingers up to her lips, which were so swollen that they remained slightly parted even when she tried to close them completely, and ran her finger across them. A shiver of pleasure crashed over her and she let out a gasp, they were so sensitive!
She looked down at her tits and cupped them, giving them a jiggle and a smile crossed her lips as best it could, they too felt amazing!
The door to her room opened and she turned to see her new Master enter the room. She jumped off the couch and threw herself towards, wrapping her arms around him and planting a kiss on his lips.
“Master! I am so happy to see you!” she cried out when he broke it off.
He didn’t say anything but instead guided her over to the bed and had her lay down on her back, her head just over the edge, her wings spread out across it.
He dropped his pants and slipped his dick into her mouth, grabbing hold of her tits and started to stroke in and out, fucking her face.
Waves of pleasure washed over her, both from her lips and tits, both being used by her Master. It didn’t take long for the first orgasm to crash over her and the subsequent ones were no less powerful.
When he came down her throat, a much more powerful orgasm crashed over her and she knew that this Master would be a good Master.
