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Se trata de un proceso de desacralización, de desencantamiento, (pérdida del halo sagrado presente en el mundo pre-moderno, fundado en la religiosidad).
"It is about the process of desacralization, disenchantment, (loss of the sacred halo present in the pre-modern world, founded on religiosity)"
Paradeda, D. Pintos Andrade, E. W. y Ríos, A. (2021). Sociología: (3 ed.)
The gentle air of candle smoke billowed through the air of the room, dark and somewhat cold; Only kept warm by the angel by your side, as he wished for closeness yet found himself unable to interrupt the trains of thought that were clearly going through your brain… As his indeterminable gaze longingly stared at each part of you that was facing him; Your back.
Gabriel tilted his head slightly when you sighed.
He still insisted in burning abrahamic religion-themed candles.
A picture of a woman, same interpretation that could be seen in Idols, donning white and with a gentle, yet emotionless and somewhat blank expression on her pale and pinkish face, had been designed to fit the outside wrapper of the entirely white beeswax candle. She stared at nothing, waiting for her own image to be burned as the fire ate through the wick of the light source, and then through her likeness; The avatar of her that was destined to be entirely motionless and then for it to turn into less than ashes that would be put in a dustpan, less than the smoke that would be absorbed by the leaves of the greenery around the house: A memory of a burning woman, stuck with her hands forever in prayer. Nothing more than her womb and her purity.
He, obviously, found the act of burning such candles comforting: The last bit of prayer that he could manage to do without feeling like his body would be set ablaze by the ghosts of all of those that had abandoned him, or that he had abandoned. He dealt with the feeling of guilt that would burn him from the inside out, by burning something else. By inhaling its smoke as he closed his eyes. By having his heaven-severed light burn with the fire of the candle.
As you brought your hand back to the covers of the bed, underneath which your whole body was bundled, you felt the cold air penetrating your skin.
"What is it, dear?" Gabriel understood, incapable of actually reading through your brain; And nevertheless having enough experience recognizing and thinking about your feelings so that he would be able to inquire when it became clear to him that there was something bothering you.
You shut your eyes. Even if his faith itself brought you no problem, given who he was and who he had been, there was still… Something. Hypocrisy? Foolishness? Incapability of letting go? That manifested whenever he toyed with the rosary he had finally decided he had to take off of his neck and had instead hung on the wall that gave its face to the head of the bed you and him shared.
Something about the way that he called for his bygone creator's name under his breath whenever Gabriel had to try and endure a situation that he was not mentally ready to challenge; Asking for strength.
Also, something about how he had always insisted in holding your hand and averting his gaze towards himself, bowing his head, whenever you two were about to share a meal, before ending the moment with silence that remained until he grabbed the cutlery.
Something about his greeting to the few friends he had that, as he had evolved his thoughts and accepted that no prayers he would make could work, made it go from an enthusiastic "Praise be with ye!" to a "Peace be with you," that did not have any semblance of the ardor his words once had.
Gabriel had changed. Sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worst; And you pondered that as the wind blew out the fire of the candle and began to make the smoke prance through the atmosphere of your room.
There was no problem with what brought him peace, nor with what brought anyone peace; The problem is that Gabriel knew the God that he begged for was long gone and he felt His absence in every part of his light. The problem is that all of his icons had failed to even give signs in Gabriel's despair. The problem is that it was Gabriel who had to manifest the faith into the hearts of so many people and then reignite it, which he had only done so for a few.
He had said it out loud, he had recognized it, he had cried it. Yet the ghosts of Him haunted his every move. Haunted his every word: Gabriel had been born to impart a word that was not his.
And now, he struggled to find his own. After that birth, his creation, the thing that allowed you both to share that bed after a tremendously convoluted path, Gabriel knew and had vented that there was nothing else for him in the kingdom above. Nothing would ever be. Nothing but regret had been.
And yet, the flame he lit just died out in a candle that presented a holy figure in golden paper.
He wanted to let go. He couldn't.
Or, he couldn't if he was entirely alone; Or if he would be left entirely alone, maybe even dead before this, or any connection could be made. You were there, sharing a mattress and a blanket with him, knowing he had helped you and knowing how to help him.
It would be cruel to rip out his religiousness from his body, to rip out the holy light that coursed through his veins despite it all. You did not wish to hurt him so; Enough to the point where his very existence was at risk.
So… Why not use that to your advantage? Use the crux of his very existence to remind him of where he was now, who he was with now, who he had chosen to be, the life that he had decided to take as he ripped your body away from the darkness and ripped himself out of the lack of light in the process?
"It's nothing," you assured after a moment. "I'll just tell you something tomorrow…" You exclaimed, and then pondered. "Maybe on a date?"
"Ah!" Gabriel was pleasantly surprised, as explained by his sudden exclamation. He decided to get under the covers and cover you with his wings.
Warm.
"Well then, a date it is…" He trailed off, yet you could find a smile in his voice.
The date had gone marvelously.
So much so, that now you were with your knees and your hands against the floor, back bare, and with Gabriel pulling your undergarments down, letting them fall through your legs; After thoroughly massaging you over your bottoms as the best approximation of kisses possible were exchanged until the sky had gotten darker.
A candle burned by your side, its fire almost threatening to touch you when a gust of wind snuck through the gap between the window's frame and the wall. It was not one of Gabriel's religious candles. By its side, a glass full of slowly melting ice spheres glared at you with its anticipating coldness.
This is the first time that ice tray had been used by either of you. It was bought for cocktails that Gabriel did not know how to make; As he had yet to find something that suited his newfound free time. He would not use it again for anything other than this as he found alcohol got to him particularly badly.
Oh, well.
The water slowly began to dribble out of the spheres, and it was pooling at the bottom of the glass.
You stopped glancing at the objects by your side when you felt Gabriel pushing your head down by the nape. His hands moved you gently, yet sternly.
He did not require any words to make you follow his orders.
His right hand briefly got lost in your head as his fingers trailed forward, wanting to touch you in an attempt to generate expectancy, and also just because he just wished to feel your warmth beneath his fingertips. He pushed down a little further, then allowed his palm to part from the back of your head.
Gabriel's hands then trailed back down through your neck, his rough and thick fingers trailing through each centimeter of your spine, before they reached your rear. Gabriel did not waste a second in caressing it, roughly and yet with loving intent behind each touch. Its curves, its roundness and the feeling of it being taut, generated from the all fours position he had commanded for you to be in were not lost on him. He sighed pleasantly, as his thumb just barely threatened to breach inside of you, before he moved his hand towards the outer edge of the part of your body he wanted to touch, your hips.
"You can't look," Gabriel stated with a raspy voice. "You will have to guess which one is falling on your back."
Seemed easy enough… Hot and cold would feel very differently on your skin, correct…?
"For getting it wrong, I will give you a punishment," you heard the bottle of lubricant open, and heard its slickness being used on Gabriel before it reached your body, the opening that he intended to use.
It, it was cold, right…? Despite it having touched his hands prior to it being spread around your hole.
…
"You will have to count each strike. Out loud. Or else, I will not see it as valid. Understood?" Gabriel said with clear need in his voice, yet putting on the face of sternity for this act.
You grit your teeth.
"Understood?" Gabriel repeated, his hand briefly parting from your skin.
"Yes."
"Good," then his hand touched you again.
Silence passed through, as you felt your skin beginning to wait.
"Tell me when you're ready," Gabriel wanted to make sure, before he began to lovingly mistreat said skin.
You nodded.
As Gabriel's hand ceased to touch the right side of your derriere, you heard a scraping noise on the ground besides you; Produced by him lifting either the candle holder or the glass after dragging it slightly so that his hand could have an easier time bringing it up, and then felt the expectancy creeping through the nerves on the surface of your skin, the feeling through them lurching as you thought of what part of your body would feel it.
You sucked in air through your nose; Before the spiration was interrupted by the feeling of something poured on your back.
Immediately, you sucked air through those grit teeth instead. Your nerves were flared from the moment that there was contact on your back, and you tried to determine the feeling precisely; Despite the fact that you had received a sensation that your body could not have possibly been accustomed to. It was biting, it was overwhelming for the concentrated small area where the droplets fell and then rolled. Gabriel kept pouring either the wax or the ice water for a few more seconds, over your back, observing as the skin reacted to what he had done and awaiting your own reaction.
The shock permeated you as the liquid came into contact with the shoulder blade, and then the pouring went all the way down to the lumber region of your back.
You felt it dripping towards the dip in the center of your back before there was contact with the rear, and also running off the right side of your body; Seemingly stopping, and also reaching the ground afterwards.
It stopped. It must've stopped flowing at some point; Solidified, congealed.
"It's hot."
"You are wrong," Gabriel stated, swankiness permeating the words that he spoke.
He then proceeded to prove his point by running his hands over where the ice water had poured.
You could feel the wetness spreading through the surface, his and yours. You simply had stopped feeling the flow because, temporarily, the water had gained the same temperature as your skin, given its distribution and the laws of nature that dictated it so.
Now, the air coming from the window and flowing from the night; Made the water feel cold again, once the sensation that was too extreme for the body to register properly had subsided - And the cutaneous nerves had the window to work and noticed a spreading lack of heat. The familiar side of it, and not a blinding, nipping one, one that reminded of the cold obtained from loneliness and iniquity.
"At temperatures this immoderate; The bodies get confused. The hottest of the conflagrations of apotheosis do not feel so different from the hypothermia experienced during despair and the dark," So grandiose, so pompous as he spoke, Gabriel knew that had gotten what he had wanted and was about to scrupulously enjoy this as much as he had fantasized to do so when you had brought up the idea.
"Because we are not meant to experience it. But alas, we do, and the superficies between us and the world panic."
His explanation with that noticeable grin beneath his covers had irritated you; His need and concern being entirely shoved aside once he had gotten a leg up on someone (yourself,) but you felt your face contort in unfortunate remembrance once you took into account what was agreed upon earlier, and felt his nails with a golden trim slightly digging into the skin of your backside.
"You will get ten on the sides," Gabriel announced, breathy and with his unembodied… Whatever it was, that allowed him to have a voice, clicking and sighing.
The breath that you had taken quickly left and came back in rapid inhaling and exhaling.
Because even if the sensation was not that bad, albeit boisterous for your corporal self…
Now you knew that it would not be so easy.
The first strike came quickly after, the feeling of Gabriel's palm and the imprint of the heat from the impact quickly spreading from just the point of touchdown to the rest of the right cheek. The strength Gabriel held in his body would've been enough to tear a mortal his size limb from limb like he was a seam ripper when undoing the sinew, yet he had only punished you enough for it to simply hurt.
His hand's touch left you, awaiting, yet you awaited for the sting to pass with a huff coming out of your mouth. The parts of your body supporting you, your thighs down to the knees and your arms, they trembled in response to the beginning of the suggilation that Gabriel had decided to impart upon his agreeing, wanting lover.
"One."
A back handed strike came next, your left side following with the intake of the, now directly more painful, stimuli that your skin endorsed to receive. Somehow, it hurt just as bad, if not more because of the knuckles now being involved. You barely flinched; Not as much from the pain but from the impression.
The fact that even though you had begun to count, and that you knew that after your verbalization there would be nine more spanks to come your way, did not neutralize the other facts present in the equation; That you could not directly look at Gabriel as he prepared for the next hit to be brought by his hand, and that pain was involved which would always cause a knee jerk reaction upon your physical form. "Two."
The third, fourth, fifth and sixth slaps came in quick succession. You had begun to breathe heavily under Gabriel, every finger of yours curling against the ground as they tried to grip a floorboard or another. Each time, your voice breaking the silence after the hit, the slightest pleased grumble being heard coming from the depths of Gabriel's chest in between each couple of strikes before the next one was brought to existence in a thud and then faded into a sting, which subsided as the other side of the tail end of your body received a hit, before there was thudding in your skin and thudding of your heart once more.
Once he had slightly gauged how your body reacted to pain, Gabriel gave the seventh strike to your right ass cheek. The echoes of the transverberation now bouncing through the walls on the room. The initial pain had been obvious, bigger nevertheless obvious, yet there was even more of a burning sensation now.
"Seven," a stutter almost snuck through.
Then, the eight, a backhand.
Same strength put into it, same hand that struck, yet the joints in the hand were able to get in a little deeper with the amount of momentum put into their motion. They completely ignored the squishiness of what was beneath the skin and then the sturdiness of the skin in that area itself. A fluttering came out of your lungs, and the slightest of whimpers was caused as that breath passed through the throat. Nevertheless, you announced it.
Nine, ten. Both with the same gravity as the ones before. Both eliciting a similar reaction from you;
And, once you had noticed it, from Gabriel. He breathed heavily as he knelt behind you; And his incapability to keep his voice down shining through with very small growls. His thighs that looked perfectly chiseled when flexed like this parted the slightest bit, a sound of wetness making itself quietly known as you came down. It was then that you felt yourself slightly throbbing.
You were given a moment to wind down further; Squeezing the muscles around your eyes to get them shut. There was a lot of strength brought into the breath you took afterwards, but the following exhalation and the cycle of breathing were normal; To Gabriel's disappointment. Albeit, he had his other set of fingers, the left one, right ahead of where your legs began and met your waist; Incapable of not having a hand directly on the surface of what he adored.
There was a noticeable feeling of a presence as Gabriel reached for something by your side. It would have been easy to determine what he had decided to grab for the scene, by seeing if there was any change to the lighting around you from the candle being moved or not; Conversely, there was not any fun in that. So, your gaze had been focused on the ground right beneath you where lighting mattered not from most of your body blocking any intake of luminosity.
Beyond the feeling of him moving and the slight rasping sound coming off of something being picked up right next to you, and an anticipating silence that concluded with a pleased hum, Gabriel gave no warning: Immediately dripping whatever it was in a horizontal line through the connection of your lower and upper back; Right in the waistline from side to side; Before there was more of it going vertically, down your back, from the bust-line to the high hip.
The muscles in your face that had been contracted now widened with the impression left behind by the fluid that rolled, from its starting line, now to the sides. The parts of it that had gone to the sideways edges of your torso now began to trickle towards the ground, and towards the center of your belly, leaving a path that you had to retrace in the effort of avoiding castigation. It was hard to think about that when, for another instant, there was more of a downpour on your body and it caused you to slightly arch your back in reaction to the slight pain.
The streams stopped before they reached your navel or the wooden floors.
That is, after the immediate feeling of that molten substance scraping through your nervous system had subsided.
It did subside, though, and so did the flow down your back and towards the floor.
Turns out, Gabriel had lifted the candle holder up high enough for it to still give some sort of trigger when the wax reached the skin, and enough for it to not cause any severe damage in case it didn't have any time to cool off as it fell. This meant, that the wax had stopped on your sides and on your ribs, becoming solid, and that solidness was very noticeable as you took a breath in and out.
"It's hot," you announced.
Gabriel proceeded to confirm, a slight tinge of too much need in his voice for you to get it wrong, without it evolving into disappointment or frustration. "You are correct."
An air of relief got into your lungs, then the slightest curl of the lips into a smile as you felt Gabriel putting both of his hands on you. Gently, lovingly, massaging your rump with uses of his fingers and palms and thumbs.
There was an enjoyment to be found from his hands being especially careful with the spots that had just been spanked, and Gabriel also found himself pleased when he felt them under his touch, and when he felt the contented hums that came from his muse's voice reach straight into his theoretical heart.
"You're doing good," Gabriel praised, with confusion reaching you after his words, after recognizing that you had gotten it wrong once. "You're taking it so well," he clarified, with the tone in his voice resembling that of a songbird.
He kept up with the massaging, trying to curl his fingers into a fist as best as he could when the body part under them was entirely solid. Yes, squishy by default when in this position, but nevertheless solid. His touch, at this precise instant, did not hurt. His position changed behind you, now letting his thighs rest and kneeling as his grip sang praise to your body, prostrated in front of his.
Before long, before the both of you got lost in the sensation, Gabriel's ministrations seized. Nevertheless, the area around where he had impacted still felt warm. With love, with fresh pain.
As he leaned forward, to reach for the elements by your side that had been reduced to toys, you felt how he was adverse of getting his hips get close to yours, making the situation more difficult for himself, stupidly. You both knew how hard he was. He refused to let that dominate his will or let you influence him just yet. Again, stupidly. He would not be able to hold himself back soon enough.
Yes, there was a scene to be played, but half of Gabriel's whole existence as a conscious being and not another prop like the one by your side and the one in his hand, was to let himself be: And he chose to be overblown by himself. Taken over by the performance, the facade. Unbearable at times, yet a significant part of his charm when he used it to sing you poems and other sorts of loving verses. You hoped that somehow you would get to hear him again that night in that voice of a nightingale that illuminated every special morning in that household where you awoke.
More pouring down your back, now over the congealed wax, brought you out of the hopeful fantasies, and back into the realized ones.
Because of the wax now blocking the fluid's path and process of traversing your skin, the sensation hit you slower; But it still hit. Again, stinging you severely as the thawed object traversed your back from the bottom to the top. Given its motion, you felt it crawling up your spine and into your nape, where it rolled down the sides and down it's own path, slightly getting your body to tremble and then full on twitch when it reached the base of the skin above your cranium. You grimaced slightly.
Although; Once it had gotten to your nape, you felt like the sensation of what Gabriel had decided to pour on you was akin to that of sweat.
It remained so.
Through the slightest of movement, you felt no resistance, no amount of solidity that peeled off of your epidermis.
"Cold."
"Very good."
Gabriel's praise was not limited to his words before he proceeded, his hands were on your body again shortly after he spoke. Now, not limited to massaging just your behind; He also got involved with the thighs and the hips, the waist included up to a certain point. His hands squeezed, they massaged, they held and caressed, as he relaxed and rewarded you; And proceeded to tempt himself. Between pleased hums, you could hear him slightly sucking in air through gritted mouthparts.
Nevertheless, Gabriel continued. He was particularly gentle with the spots he knew that he would not be satisfied with unless he continued hitting them with his palm. Yes, he knew it was good to increase the blood flow to the area to prevent serious damage. But there was a fire in him in need of fuel.
The touch, to your tortured cutis and muscles beneath, felt marvelous. His big hands, strong and with fingers that looked pretty and delicate yet were aged by the use of weaponry, were being used right then to leave little trails of adoration in with each grip, and each squeeze. He knew where to give said squeezes, places that were both supple and pleasant for him to touch without having any more pain imparted to your body when he did so, with all the might he could use when he did not want to grind your vessel into a pulp.
"Very obedient," he exalted, sweetly murmuring with a low tone full of emotion and heart; One of his hands leaving your body and now reaching for one of the spheres of ice; Which you were sure what it was from the clinking and tinkling of the glass and of the ice itself as it hit the walls of its container.
As he had begged for you to allow him to do while the negotiation was happening (with severe difficulty: From the clothes having to be shed, and the touches and endearments exchanged as the talking went on,) Gabriel began rolling the ice through your body, starting by the the side of the thigh that was most accessible to Gabriel's right hand from his position. He slowly began from the back of the knee, letting the sensation be taken in by you.
Then, his indirect touch went up. Slowly, through the back of your thigh, then a little passing by your rear, with the destination being the small of your back. The parts of it without any wax blocking the path to you directly.
Gabriel's gentleness was more than enjoyable, and then the nipping on your skin also set your body's response systems on the edge. There was the involuntary urge to slightly lean into what Gabriel was offering, his warmth as it melted the ice in his hand.
Once he had moved the ice enough on your back, he went back down to the backside of your knee. This time, the left one.
He took a different path, given his destination was different as of right now.
From the lower end of your thigh, Gabriel now moved to its inner edge; Still slowly trailing up. Your breath began to rush as he got closer and closer to your crotch, and did not hesitate to use what he had in hand to tease it.
He leaned over you, as best as he could when one of his hands was needed in contact with your lower end. You could feel his breath escaping his helm, contrasting with warmth the biting cold that began by twirling around the edge of your hole and was now slowly drifting down towards the tip that contained the bundle of nerves of your genitals.
Briefly, no words were exchanged; As no words were needed to be spoken.
The erratic breath of the angel as he was on top of you, surrounding you as best as he could; While, beneath him, you softly hummed and twitched and fisted your hands or tried to get them to latch onto something was more than enough communication; And every sign went back and forth or simultaneously while you tried to bend even more to put more pressure on every outer part of your sex that was being touched or could be touched by Gabriel.
So, every single part from top to bottom in this position, even if he specifically focused on that top part and bottom part; The place where he would insert himself and the place that he knew that, if he touched it properly, could get his name to be sung.
Slowly, Gabriel straightened his position, once he had teased you enough for the ice to melt down into something he couldn't hold and slide through your body easily. But the ice had left you slick and a little more ready; Thanks to the water that melted off of it due to your own body heat. Your legs were feeling slightly cold now, as well as every inch of your outer genitalia now being on high alert for direct pleasure on it, that had yet to come. Every other part of your backside had gotten more attention than there, so far.
Gabriel set the ice back on the glass, and then continued with what was planned; Immediately opposing his previous warmth and care by proceeding with the use of temperatures putting your body on edge; In turned used to toy with you and your libido.
Pouring, again. More intense, somehow.
There was an initial small, evenly-distributed sensation of stabbing on the surface of you every time Gabriel had done this so far; Yet, somehow, this one was stronger. It got you more physically tense, your limbs to wobble a little under your own weight, your gut to tense up beneath the spine that had gotten electrified with awareness.
It could be that Gabriel had decided to pour the candle's wax from a little lower in height; And the more extreme and slightly more direct heat was being reflected on how your skin felt it.
Perhaps.
"Hot," was what got simply announced; Without reflecting insecurity.
"It is cold," Gabriel denied; And then proved his point by setting the glass with the ice in it down in a way that made it rattle with th crystal around it.
Your eyes went wide, and now that temperature transfer had occurred, you felt a chilling sensation spread from your back to the rest of you.
"Ten in total," Gabriel let you know, and then began to chastise.
The pace and non-verbal tone that your angel had set with the last few spanks from the previous round was kept up, and increased gradually, as he switched from left to right. The first came, and then went with your recognition of it; After the strength of Gabriel had gotten itself known by you. The sound of skin slapping skin reverberated through the room, and echoed its way back to you, without that being the only sign of collision that had reached you. The thudding of the skin and the muscle as the second spank also was brought into existence; And then the sounds and the pain that came from that next one, with the third going back to the initial cheek that had not gotten time to rest its tissue before said tertiary strike.
The fourth, then came the fifth, that got you to give to Gabriel a whine as he had hit the spot in your rear that he had focused on with the ice the most, before he decided to use it on your arousal instead. The searing sensation from how thirstily violent he had just been contrasted with the loving touches he imparted, even if it was not directly with his fingertips, made your heart skip a beat.
You had not caught your breath enough to announce that fifth one properly, before the sixth spank came your way.
That one, and the following three, had to be said rushed and loudly, with you being able to hear Gabriel getting desperate as he imparted them and as you responded to them out loud.
Once he was done, and you were done in turn with speaking for his actions, you were short of breath and your heart ran quick. It felt like your seat had been put through the infernos; The lightning upon the wiring of your organism coursing straight to your heartbeat and to your rushing thoughts.
His hands proceeded to linger on you for a little too long.
You heard the floorboards creak under his weight as he shifted, before frustration born from restraint overtook him, and Gabriel reached for something by your side again.
Unceremoniously, unannounced, yet entirely known for you both- Even if you knew out of instinct, expectation, and connection with the angel only.
There was rushing going on in your psyche, yet none of those wagons for trains of thought could articulate together. Not when much of the space in your head was being occupied by processing what your body was feeling: The heat, the cold, the pain, the beating that had gone from your chest to the rest of your body.
There was no more of a break than that given by Gabriel at the precipice of succumbing to carnal desire.
Right afterwards, there was one temporarily last stream traveling through your backside; This time, almost reaching your sensitive, sodomized, blushy hind end. It was poured carelessly, almost angrily; The feeling that coursed through Gabriel's body on the same lane and evidence as that of rage, yet being need that was limited to not wanting to breach the words that were agreed on.
Your lips pursed. Your blood rushed through you. Once your lips were released from the prim expression they were in before, the lower one was bitten.
Your body was too on edge, from the previous intake of affliction, to determine specific stimuli.
"Well?" Gabriel strained, making it clear he was expecting your verdict.
And there was no time to make an actual, thoughtful choice.
"Cold," your words involuntarily tinged into a question.
"Wrong," Gabriel had lost his potential for chasteness the moment he heard your voice squeak from his actions.
There was a slight exclamation that came from under your breath, perhaps a curse, Gabriel could not tell.
"Ten," He started then heightened the stakes, "On each, for the attempt at protest."
Now it was, potentially, a curse, followed by Gabriel starting with a backhand.
"One," For which you were already exasperated.
Gabriel did not give you an opportunity to rest; Only a chance for preparation for the other side which he was not focusing on as of right now. Every strike, without a break, without exchange, for the first ten out of the total, came one after the other on the exact same spot. That included the second, the third, the fourth.
Precision, which he didn't lack so that he could heighten the feelings of you both; And which you lacked from him being precise.
"Five," You began to only sough your words out of instinct.
You continued to do so for the remainder of the punishment.
Once Gabriel was done with the left ass cheek, he moved on to the right; Same amount of strength and consistency, the same pace he had set; Yet it felt a lot stronger than that experienced by the part of your rear that received the impacts before, because that previously hit part now felt like its inside was pounding and its outside was combusting. All that, while its opposite side got the same treatment.
Six of those smites had gone by, the only irregularity present in their process being that of your voice being different each time. Beyond the words, with different breaths escaping and exclamations in each syllable changing from one to another.
By the seventh, your arms were trembling terribly.
The eight hit had your breaths getting in and out of your mouth with sounds accompanying them.
When the ninth spank came into contact with your body, relief hit you as the strike's pain sent signals all over your body and right into your anticipating groin.
Every impact before that one had sent stimuli there as well, yet you could hear Gabriel making the wooden floor squeak under his moving weight after this one, and you felt yourself clench once the memories of his words made their way through the fog of the pain and the weakness in every part of your body.
-
"Please," Gabriel was unintentionally interrupted by a kiss landing right in the place where the jut of his helm ended, and the silver before the base of his cross began. "Once- Once I know you've had too much, may I…" His words tapered off at the end of his sentence, his courage being reserved for the scene to be played in a few minutes; Yet a question being asked.
What question, he could not just say unless figuratively forced.
"Yes?" You let him know you needed more information, despite finding yourself in the process of unbuttoning the shirt he wore, his corset tossed aside, and his long skirt being halfway down his legs already; Your outfit in a very similar state as Gabriel's hands temporarily rested on your naked waist.
"Can I…" A sigh, lips coming into contact with his Adam's apple as it bulged under that kiss. "Can I… Please… Oh, dear Heavens above," Gabriel could not help but exclaim as you now were done with unbuttoning his shirt entirely and was able to get your hands on his chest without restraint. "You're going to drive me mad- Right here and right then when we're in the middle of it, when I hear you, when I'm on top of you…"
A pinch. A following whimper.
"Please," Gabriel's voice cracked. "Let me be inside you. Let me make you mine, more belonging to me than I've ever made you before."
Another kiss after a loving gaze, wisps of love dancing together in the air after leaving respiratory systems.
Then, the answer Gabriel prayed for.
-
The tenth.
The tenth being counted.
The following desperation and rush, manifested into a spat growl.
Gabriel spread the part of your body that was his target, his hands still entirely heated from the slaps he had given with each of those hands evenly.
Finally, you turned your head back to see him; And found his onyx skin with beads of sweat accumulated in the sternum, the shoulders and the neck, his cock in his hand that had let go of you, his impossible gaze piercing into his object of desire, and barely any thoughts behind it. Turns out, this was more enjoyable for him than it had been for you, even if you had liked it.
He did not tease like usual, there was no forethought beyond what had been given in the previous verbal agreement.
Nevertheless, he listened.
No negations came to his ears.
Gabriel breached in, the tip barely struggling to get inside you, and then none of the rest of his length having any struggle for it all to get in.
Gabriel winced, backing away slightly, before letting a high-pitched stutter be voiced by his throat. "A-Agh," he winced. "God."
Following the blasphemy, Gabriel pushed his hips forward, aiding the movement of his lower half with pulling you towards himself by the upper part of your thighs, before the skin of your backside and the skin of Gabriel's crotch and upper thighs met. He had gone in, in his entirety, hesitating yet entirely sure on his part.
Once all he heard from you when his full shaft was inside of you was a pleased whine, as all of that knotted desire inside you from every previous part of this scene was beginning to be pleased, Gabriel began to thrust.
He did not just pull you closer for the initial insertion and then let his hands roam away from your hips; Gabriel had instead decided to keep doing so as his pelvis moved back and forth with might, with need, with strength.
Heavy breaths filled the room with their sound, the warmth turning into cold the further away they got from the bodies that gave them life. They turned into gasps, pleas, moans and praise; The later on occasion. There was so much desperation flowing through the atmosphere that, in turn, there was not much capability for words to be announced either way. There was barely anything beyond need, desire, strain in the heart as it begged for more in both of the bodies present right there and then.
Gabriel gasped as he couldn't help but lean forward, and his front came into contact with your back. You felt him tense up; Albeit not negatively, evident from his exclamations, spurred under his breathlessness.
"Fuck- Oh, you're-" he tried to speak over every other melody present in the joining of your body and his; And ended up creating a very sloppy polyrhythm that was, somehow, still enjoyable. Even if he hadn't fully been able to think about his choice of words.
Maybe because the slickness spreading from your lubricated crotch to his, beyond making a wet slapping sound upon contact of his hips with your backside, was accompanied by a severely pleasurable physical sensation. He made sure to speak right next to your ear, and to also listen to the slightest of vocalizations that came from your throat. "You feel wonderful around me," he breathed out as his left hand reached for your rear, and gripped the part that had become darker and blushed with tenderness.
He groaned, he grunted. Your head laid on its side, so you were able to get a decent enough look at him. The arm of his that reached the floor and propped Gabriel up slightly trembled every couple or so of thrusts. His nails were dug into the planching below his hand, while you could feel the nails of the other hand digging into the skin of your hintend. The end of your body that had been lovingly caressed during the foreplay and was now recovering from going through an ordeal one step before torture.
Gabriel's body rocked forward slightly beyond the resolute movements of his pelvis, he was being purposefully unstable, if the use of only one hand to hold himself up was of any evidence, so that he would rub more of his body against yours as he felt you clenching around him and as you pleaded for his name as loud as you allowed yourself to be. If it wasn't so cold, his huffing and pleading would've been visible in the form of those breaths condensing in the air. The remains of holiness in his body brought his insides to a seemingly scalding heat.
After a slight while, looking at Gabriel got difficult for you. There was no physical blinding, nothing blocking your sight: There was a slight blockade as your mind and body tried to process every bit of stimulation you had experienced shortly before and that you were experiencing right now. Gabriel's warm hands, one of which was groping your ass with fervor, followed with the pain that his touch brought upon the supple, beaten skin. The solid wax on your back that cracked and chipped off slightly whenever you arched forward or backward. The remaining chill from the cold water still permeating your body, and the way your skin absorbed a little of it with its lack of temperature. Gabriel's chest and the rest of his trunk as it pressed itself above you. Gabriel's breath sending tingling from your neck down to the rest of your vertebrae. Gabriel's voice humming your name. Gabriel.
Then, the sensation of everything you could see becoming blurry, and actually just hard to process and take in, got worse, as Gabriel had noticed the look on your face and the change on the pitch of your voice. He had begun to thrust quicker, and rougher. You exclaimed his name, supplicating, and it only made him want to make you reach your breaking point even more.
Another mention of his name, that seemed more like a desperate voicing of the present want.
Another, and then another, as you felt like your heartbeat had reached your neck, reverberated in between your ears, and like the heart itself took hold of the whole body.
"Yes," Gabriel encouraged. "Yes, my angel, go on, let me feel your grip when you come to me, let-" He then had to stop to gasp, in an almost falsetto, contrasting the words he proceeded to say with a rumble in his voice. There was a stutter in his thrusting. "Let me feel how tightly you can latch onto my very being."
Gabriel kept gripping you tightly, as his cock came in and out of you with ease and with speed, him not reaching a point of inflicting pain inside because of how much buildup to this moment there was. He spat out his words, the only decency his voice had in between moans and hums was that he reserved for the name you bore. Even then, that word started coming out of the depths of Gabriel's chest with desperation.
Desperation was the default sentiment when you said the archangel's name, in turn.
He had noticed.
He kept going.
A plea left your lips between murmurs, that became nothing as threading coherent sentences became impossible.
Hearing them did, as well, soon enough.
Every part of your body that could process any embodiment of this exhilaration shared between Gabriel and you focused only on the most intense cause of it: The penetration, the buildup, the physical desire.
The twitching, the grasping.
It was, soon enough, too much to take.
Your eyes widened, and then they halfway shut. Not quite words poured out of your mouth, yet, nevertheless, there were sounds coming out of it.
Your legs trembled, your fingers tensed and relaxed as you felt yourself cumming.
Pleasure flooded every fiber of your body, your heart pounding at the core of it in the percussion for a sung ode.
A permeating weakness flowed through you, as the ecstasy spread from just your groin to every surface and layer of your form, being seemingly so intense that it even reached marrow; Anything to justify the feeling of strain and yet of debility.
All sorts of figurative control had been lost as an electrifying sensation coursed through every one of your nerves and left you limp, aching, fuzzy-headed, as the orgasm kept going.
And going.
And going, until it began to feel like it hurt.
Gabriel had not stopped thrusting, despite the fact that he very much noticed your climax. He, in fact, might have gotten even more rough.
First time he had lasted more than you. By all means, he shouldn't have. He had gotten that much into his role.
You fully collapsed beneath him, and he straightened his back; Now, he was once more pulling your hips towards himself, the way his legs cramped with the prospect of his own climax overtaking him. Yet Gabriel had not wanted for even a second to stop.
A soft whimper made its way to Gabriel's ears, and then you followed your previous sound with a small sob. Gabriel had not indulged your hole in such things before; Said hole had not even recovered from its previous orgasm before you were slammed back and forth until the base of Gabriel's erection, and his tip shot precum inside of you, as deep as it could go.
"Gabriel," you besought him for mercy. "Please."
Tears began brimming out of you. It was all too much. Too deliciously much. When this had been planned out, no words did justice to what was to come.
Gabriel listened. "What is it, little bird?" There was a certain starvation between his words. He was close. "Is this more than you can take?"
"Yes." A inflection in your voice crawled through.
"Well," Gabriel's movements became slower, he pulled you towards him with less force.
He then proceeded to let go of you, yet slowly kept moving towards you and then away. Your body felt limp, all the way from the tips of your feet to the top of your head. "You know what you have to do," he reminded, "If you get it right, I'll stop." Gabriel's promise was followed by the prospect of inflicting pain getting deep into his bones and itched into his mind; And then embodied by breathless laughter.
A Schrodinger's bite of the lip, as you said "please," the begging coming out way more desperate than expected and previously thought. A riled "yes," coming immediately after, letting him know that there was no reason for him to stop.
Then, the dragging of an object against the floor, now being difficult to recognize with Gabriel resuming his pace as his abs beneath a cap of fat and thick vanta-black skin tensed up with every thrust. Yet, you knew what was coming.
Immediately after, a stinging along the back of your ribs in a circular motion.
Yet, through the metaphorical and literal noise, you heard sizzling.
Gabriel, his thinking not fully present, put the candle over you entirely upside down, and the liquid wax flowed down passing through the fire of the wick, that soon went out from the liquid coming into contact with it, and that liquid turned into smoke. The candle extinguished itself above you, and the heat reached your skin.
"Hot- It's hot."
Immediately afterwards, Gabriel pulled out of you.
You gasped for breath, as Gabriel did the same, now his body distant from yours; But the beings still connected.
There was finally room for you to truly come down from your high. Your body relaxed, with sighs and panting exiting you, the twitching of your muscles beneath the surface and of the entrance to you joining the leaking of fluid out of that entrance. You shook, you trembled, and winded down while still tense.
Gabriel enjoyed the spectacle, his right hand immediately reaching for his member and beginning to stroke up and down vigorously.
Humming rumbled through your chest and your windpipe, your eyes closing as the ability to rest came in waves. The physical form you had slowly slumped, your legs spread a little more, your head touched the ground and then it all felt like it was melting.
The archangel cursed behind you, sucking in air towards his lungs and then letting it go in the form of grunting.
Your joints moved with each breath, more than usual, as you felt your motor capabilities being a little loose. A slight rhythm was represented by your waist, moving down for each exhalation that caused a movement in your diaphragm. The way it caused your rump to slightly move upward and downward, accompanied by the covering of slick that glistened on it, the obvious marks Gabriel left behind, and your exposed sex, was entrancing for Gabriel.
"God dammit," Gabriel cried behind you, his voice suddenly gaining and dropping pitch as he cursed. "God dammit," he then repeated with furiousness, his masturbation getting faster as he gave the tip of his length a little more attention before going back down.
Gabriel's hold on himself got tighter, almost enough for it to hurt as he yanked himself hard.
"Oh lord;" He pleaded before pleading for you.
His words got faster. His hand did as well, until he felt his body stiffen and his core, his thoughts, getting overwhelmed.
"Fuck!"
His climax made him loud and his words drawn out. "Oh, ah, ah…"
A pleasant warmth hit your rear in streaks and squirts. Gabriel did not let go of himself until he began to whimper, and until a little after he stopped spurting out his seed.
Gabriel was left heaving. You were too before, but now, your breaths were relaxed, somewhat laughy; Every positive chemical possibly produced by your body's glands flowing to your brain. You felt floaty.
Now, the wax should have hardened enough for it to be removed from your body. Cleanup could be done. It had to, given that getting into bed with it plus the lubrication and then ejaculation that had been exchanged between lovers should not come into contact with the bedsheets, for Gabriel's mental well-being.
He stood up first, obviously. Gabriel had not been the one who got the lights, and then some, fucked out of him.
He knelt in front of you next, and invited you to stand up, making sure you were looking right into the sides of the cross he had for a face as he said, "Come. I will tend to you in the bath."
It would have been hard to follow his request, if Gabriel had not held your hands.
Both bodies were bare on top of the mattress. Resting, softly inhaling and exhaling as their bodies were somewhat sprawled on top of the bedsheets. The room didn't feel cold.
You sighed next to Gabriel's a priori ear, softly. The warmth from your body seeped onto his, therefore, he did not shiver from the sound right where he could hear it the most clear, that was so pleasant to him, nor from the rush of warm breath next to his neck and his nape. You straddled him, as his hands softly trailed your back, massaged the skin by pressing the fingertips firmly into where the skin was slightly pigmented darker, slight soreness rushing through with the blood beneath.
Moving down from your waist was something Gabriel had not done during your time cuddling in that instance, his hands hesitating once they reached the ending of the ribs.
You shifted, so you could get your arms under his back.
Now, Gabriel Shivered.
The hands that went beneath his weight laid flat under his shoulder blades, as your head now rested above his sternum, him still entirely in contact with you as your legs were spread over his lap, comfortably bent, every part below the knee laying flat by the sides of Gabriel's thighs and calves. Every touch was obviously, mainly, loving. And yet.
He hesitated longer than usual when his digits arrived at your midriff.
He still moved them upwards thereafter.
The next time his palms traversed your spine, however, Gabriel let them wander with more intent.
With the right hand laid behind the curve of your back, Gabriel's left hand drifted towards your neck, and then towards the nape.
He gently scratched the base of your scalp, then moved down again, fingers stirring up and down in what resembled the movements of waves as his trimmed nails made sure to rake the limit between the outside and your cervical vertebrae; With feather-light touches that nevertheless brought a pleasant, different feeling to that area. He noticed the slight switch in your breaths, and now his right hand was moving towards the other end of your spine, his arm straining slightly due to the stretch.
Nevertheless, Gabriel touched your sacrum, his hand adjusting into a slight grip.
He could not find justification for his actions or trains of thought. Despite what he thought as he began to let his hand gallivant over the back of your neck, that now his hand was spread over before he got to teasing it anew, he was not just trying to relieve you from the pain he had inflicted. He had already done so, the relieving, for the bottom he was presented with to use and then sodomize, and he barely kept his own cool as he did so.
Gabriel could not help but to hate how perfect he found the body on top of him to be, and how he was beginning to feel himself twitching; His length reviving as it found itself beneath his lover's stomach.
He felt it, and then you felt it too. Unusual hardness beneath your navel and slightly to the side.
You propped yourself up slightly, your elbows holding the weight of your trunk, your hips slightly lifted, and looked at Gabriel with a thousand thoughts behind your eyes.
Gabriel muttered, in the lowest voice he could possibly give, a curse. "Shit," he whispered to himself, blaming his desires and hoping he had gotten his penis in a different position before he invited you to crawl on top of him (Even though it would not have mattered, his hardness would've been even more obvious if it had instead risen from right between his legs and not from a slight angle above his navel.)
Roseness crept all over the silver beneath the cross of Gabriel's casque. He did not turn his head away, for you to see.
He asked a question by having his right hand move to the bruised part of your left gluteus, and gently rub it in circles.
You could feel some form of gaze boring into yours, when Gabriel pleaded for you with his hands. Now, with the shift of angle you were over him from, his left grip made itself lovingly known on your neck's side and the nape. Not holding you tight enough for any unpleasurable feelings to arise, but still curving the joints of each appendage so that they would curve with you, feeling the pulse beneath.
You gave your approval.
Although, Gabriel knew he should not please himself simply so; He lovingly sighed before kneading your scruff and indulging himself in touching your waist.
The sides of your ribs proceeded to get attention, him taking advantage of the slight distance between chest and chest to have an easier time trailing through each one of then and having his nails move up, and he reached for your bosom so that he could squeeze it. He sighed again, this time with a little cooing sound accompanying it, his touch pressing into you before he asynchronously massaged your left breast as well as your neck, every finger getting involved with his thumbs in both instances providing pressure.
His breath got evidently heavier as you reached for Gabriel's chest, as well, but with the purpose of having something to grip as you went for his jugular, crawling upwards for ease of reaching the skin above the vein so you could kiss it, and having your crotch settle on top of his. He had difficulties reaching for and using the lubricant that was still out on top of the nightstand, his hands tense and his strength lacking for things that were not your form.
Fervently, Gabriel was kissed above his defined sternum; Wetly, languidly, every part of your mouth getting involved as the more he gripped you, the more you let yourself nibble.
With the change in positions, you felt Gabriel harden immediately next to your arousal, not even a minute having passed since you began make out. It felt like he needed it to live. He did not, physically. Until his will and resolve and desires got involved, then he needed your body and to join it so that he could exist.
He really hoped to make you feel like you needed it, as well. He incited that longing by focusing on the tit closest to his touch, tugging the areola with his thumb and middle finger while the pointer caressed the very tip of the nipple, light ticklish touches contrasting with the pulling.
His chest quickly expanded and contracted, and soft nothings rumbled from it as your mouth went from the base of his helm to his collarbone and liplocked each part. Those low murmurs could be felt in your lips whenever they came out of Gabriel, and they sounded like every word he used to call for you.
Gabriel kept riling you up for, what to him, felt like an eternity of glory in servitude that he was happy to do. His hands, and just about everything he could put to use, got to every part of your body that they could reach, even putting the transversal in the center of his face with its length over your nose and its width over your eyes. He wished for it to be interpreted as a kiss, returned with a lick from the bottom to the top of the symbol Gabriel bore.
By the time you had straightened your back, taken his hard-on into your hand, and lifted your hips, Gabriel was a mess. Sweating, redness all over his face, drool covering his upper body and his hands desperate for a part of you to squeeze before settling for the middle of your thighs. "Please, please," he whispered, as your mouth was slightly open and your eyes took in the sight. "Please," Gabriel sobbed like he had not gotten himself into this instance.
You sank into him, and relief washed over Gabriel before bliss, physical and emotional, flooded you both; His tip quickly getting surrounded by your flesh and then the rest of his erection beginning to be taken in.
His hands settled on your hips, thumbs pressing into the dip of it above your legs, motivating you to start rolling them up and down. You did so without any further need for begging, though Gabriel nevertheless begged as you caused him to go inside of you before pulling out, and then pushed him inside of you again.
Gabriel was enraptured, and his voice let you know as you sank and then rose repeatedly, your hands settling over his in a stark contrast between how gently you held them and how needily he held you. A laugh made his body tremble as it exited his windpipe, and then turned into moaning.
The moans continued from him, and slight accompanying noises began to be voiced by you, his vigor motivating you to touch down a little more fiercely despite how hard the physical sensation of Gabriel deep inside of you made it to move. "Oh fuck, oh my God," he threw his head back, utterly amused, doing his best to thrust up as he gazed upon you. He looked at the movement in your chest, the way you twitched, the expression you had.
The more Gabriel stared, the more aware he was of the perversion coursing from his heart and into the ducts that would deliver his cum inside of his adored. His hold of you got stronger, fingertips beginning to dig into the skin without breaking it. "You are so divine," Gabriel's voice leaped in tone before settling back down. "Ah, you look so wonderful…" Breathless, he finished his sentence, beginning another as soon as he had taken a big enough breath for it: "Give me everything you have to offer, please, ensnare me, overtake me, I cannot take the thought of not having my light tied to your heart..."
He had the luxury of speaking in lengthy, poetic phrases, given he was not the one putting strain on his muscles with this copulation. He was still tense, needing and aching; But you were the one moving the most. So, you had to limit to speaking his name, "Gabriel," in a growl that went from his hearing to his length and gave it a jumping motion inside of you for an instant, before it began to leak. Only making it easier for you to slide it up and down.
"Gabriel," he heard his name again and saw it spilling out of your lips. He called yours in a whimper.
"There-" Gabriel was cut off by a sharp gasp, his head being slightly thrown back, again, after he had done his best to indulge himself in looking at you, into the pillow before he forced himself to stare. It was only his body that had to be forced; This was the best sight that he had gotten in his life.
The wetness spreading between both of you, the twitching and heaving, his own member leaving your confines before it was entirely swallowed back in and surrounded with warmth and tightness, the look you had on your face and the look he got. His hands on all of that holiness and letting him know that this was no dream, vision, prayer. "There has never been anyone as heavenly as you."
You softly smiled at Gabriel's words, an endeared smile in your lips that quickly turned into a parted mouth as the angel beneath you lifted his hands towards your chest, and gripped, before his shaky hands moved to your waist, and gripped again. His shoulders shook, and then he cried out.
You slammed down intensely for every time your hips moved upwards, for a few seconds. Gabriel heaved, he squirmed below you, his emotions soared through the skies yet the impulses through his body could be seen as earthly, beastly. For him, this moment was sacred.
A strained noise rumbled out of Gabriel's mouth, before he pleaded, "Fuck, god-" He choked his words before another cuss. "Fuck," he kept having to force his words out as he kept filling you up.
Once there was the slightest display of limpness in his grip, you went back to a kneeling position and allowed him to pull out. He caught his breath desperately.
You had not even settled down before Gabriel's hands, reinvigorated, reached for between your legs.
Gabriel begged again. "I need- I've got to make you feel this too," He whined at the end of his resolve. "Let me, let me, let me," he implored, his fingers looking for purchase that he was then allowed to receive.
Fingers would not have been nearly enough compared to his whole, hard dick being inside of you moments before; If it had not been for his desperation as he gathered himself again, his words and humming and wonder as the most nerve-packed parts of his body felt heat and felt moisture. If he had not huffed the whole time as he brought you closer to the peak of your debauchery, still utterly lost in the ghosts of your touch and its presence as you gripped his shoulders. If he had not locked eyes with you before your head was tilted back. If he had not heard how he was called for and then called for you in a matching tone, and followed that with praise. If he had not learned where, in specific, to focus his fingers on by now.
And, indeed, he focused on that spot tremendously, with precision that no shaft could match. He went fast, and hard.
Satisfying closure arrived for you, albeit not nearly as intensely as how you had experienced it before or what Gabriel had just gone through.
You had enough control of your body now to choose to lay on Gabriel, instead of flopping on top of his body.
His index and middle fingers were still inside of you for a moment more, before he heard his lover's suspire next to him. Once he had heard you, he pulled them out, next he buried his face in the crook of your neck, and used both hands to hold you.
Gabriel reached for the nightstand.
You turned to see the path of his hand.
He had only reached for a towel, and left the candles untouched.
As he balled his fist around the cloth, he spoke, looking at the yet-to-be luminous objects nevertheless. "… I don't think I will light these today."
"Why so?"
"I do not wish to do it." Gabriel announced cleanly, before pointing to the matches, that were still on the floor where you had done your previous act.
"You are too marvelous right now for me to want to leave you."
Gabriel and you rested comfortably for the rest of the night, no words beyond a sweetly said goodnight. The cleaning and readjusting of the bed frame, among everything else, had yet to be done.
Yet, no worries had gotten into either of your minds.
Allowing your heart to know that they would not be let in, Gabriel dozed off with delighted, suncolored and blue wings acting as your blanket.