you're impure. you've done bad things, been a cruel person, or you've been terribly wrong, and you've seen what the world really is. maybe you're bad, or maybe your road to hell is paved with good intentions. whatever the case is, there's red in your ledger.
they're pure. almost innocent, even. they're kind and open and the very opposite of worldly. maybe they're not always good, no one is, but their heart is clean.
despite these differences, there's something between you. you shouldn't relate, you should be worlds away...
how to play
comment with your character. mention if they're more likely to be pure or impure.
reply to others.
use the rng to determine the direction of your thread or come up with your own direction.
prompts
light || the pure is affecting the impure in a positive way.
dark || the impure is affecting the pure in a negative way.
purposeful || you want to corrupt something so pure.
forgive || they know what you've done and they've forgiven you.
death || something comes up from the dark past and strikes out at the one loved the most. they know it would hurt you to see them in pain - or worse.
life || the smut option. will there be hesitance in "defiling" purity?
cheer || never again did you think that there would be simple joys. picnics, birthdays, gentle holding of hands.
confessions || you have to get them into your life; they're the only good thing you can see.
teach || one party is teaching the other about more worldly pursuits, may or may not be sexual. perhaps they feel guilty for this, perhaps they don't.
end || you can't do this to them anymore. they deserve so much better than you.
Miniel's face showed her dismay, her discomfort as the boys manhandled her. They're humans, corrupted. They know not what they do. This is not what's in their hearts. She said it to herself, like a prayer, hoping that her faith would help her withstand this assault. She flinched as her legs were forced open, her clothing ripped. The air was cold and she immediately felt shame, something she was unfamiliar with.
"Please, stop," she begged softly, flipped onto her back with the boy mounting her. She made a strangled noise of pain as he shoved himself inside of her, struggling weakly against the hands that held her down, sobbing softly as she turned her head towards Lindstrom.
"Don't they?" he asked her, aloud. "Or do they simply not care?"
The first boy pushed himself until he could not push himself any more and then he started to thrust into her, his movements awkward and without rhythm, seeking only to extract pleasure from her body.
The third boy took her hand once more, wrapping her hand around his cock and imploring her to rub him off. The second boy climbed onto her chest and grabbed her hair, pulling her head into an uncomfortable position and forcing his cock into her mouth, much like Lindstrom had done earlier.
"What scares you more, angel?" Lindstrom asked. "That God has decided this is what you must face to complete His plans, however convoluted they must be - or that he watches powerlessly as this happens to you?"
Her body was unused to this sort of invasion -- in fact, until she had fallen, she had been completely incapable of this act. The pain made her body tighten, tense, which made his pushes harder. Once he started to move, she whimpered low beneath her breath.
Until the second boy climbed onto her chest, forcing himself inside of her mouth. She wanted to spit him out, the smell, the taste. He hurt her, jarring her neck, her mouth and head, as he tried to pleasure himself. Her hand was limp around the other boy, unwilling to stroke him.
"You think He finds you disgusting?" Lindstrom teased, twisting the knife. "That you failed, so he discarded you, like a soiled rag or a broken toy."
He sneered. "Who is truly the kind and benevolent one, then?"
The first boy writhed and moaned as he came inside of her pussy. He pulled it out, his cock stained in cum and blood. The boy having her jerk him off swapped positions, wasting no time filling her recently vacated pussy. The first boy lifted her leg up and wiped his cock off on her stockings.
No. He still loves me. His love is everlasting. It was thought with such faith, still. Such conviction, despite the heinous act that he was driving, that he was encouraging.
She exhaled as the first boy finished his awkward fucking, then tried to writhe away as the second took his place, pushing into her to seek his own pleasure.
This body is but flesh. My spirit endures. She closed her eyes, twin trails of wet sliding from them. She'd stopped struggling beneath them, letting the mortals do as they would with her body. Shock, would have been the correct term. Everything felt far away, as if what happened was not to her, but some other being.
Miniel fought him, but was no match. She had surrendered herself to him to save the woman. Her lips tightened around the young man's cock, sealing, the suction forming as he thrust into her mouth.
She turned her eyes to him so that he could see them, the blue orbs softening, surrendering. It was all she could do, her attention brought back to the present, to the pain in her lower body as the other young man used her.
The boy's arousal dramatically grew from her sudden participation. "Fuck, the bitch loves it," he told his compatriots. He cursed as he blew his load inside of her mouth.
"Swallow it," Lindstrom commanded. "Then lick him clean. Thank him for his gift."
The first boy watched in fascination at Miniel's change in composure. "Fuck yeah she is. Me next." His cock, still tinged with her blood and cum, was hard and ready to be put into her mouth as soon as he could.
It was hot, sudden, the spurting of the man's cock inside of her mouth, hot and salty over her tongue and throat. She sucked it back, swallowing it with a soft cough. Her tongue cleaned him before he pulled out, tucking himself back into his jeans.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse. The first guy could barely hold himself back and Miniel opened her mouth, wincing as he shoved himself between her lips and she sucked, just as she had the man before.
They continued fucking her for a few minutes before they got bored of the position and moved her around, pulling her onto her hands and knees and spitroasting her, one cock in her mouth and another pounding her aching pussy. The third was on his phone, calling several other people to tell them about the girl they had found.
"Welcome to your new life," Lindstrom told her. He knelt next to her and caressed her hair, then ran a finger under her eye to catch a tear on his finger. He touched his finger to his lips, smiling at the sweet flavor of her despair.
Miniel was like a doll as they moved her, taking the punishment as they saw fit to mete it out, using her as they might use any toy. Her eyes remained on Lindstrom as he caressed her, seemingly still invisible to the men fucking her. He drank her tear and she squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see him, to acknowledge him any longer. How could he abide this evil when he had once been one of her kind? She should have known, the moment he'd ripped off her wings, that he held no mercy in him. Thought the mortals could not see it, her angel's blood still stained her skin, making her a ruined sight for the demon.
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"Please, stop," she begged softly, flipped onto her back with the boy mounting her. She made a strangled noise of pain as he shoved himself inside of her, struggling weakly against the hands that held her down, sobbing softly as she turned her head towards Lindstrom.
She would not break. They know not what they do.
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The first boy pushed himself until he could not push himself any more and then he started to thrust into her, his movements awkward and without rhythm, seeking only to extract pleasure from her body.
The third boy took her hand once more, wrapping her hand around his cock and imploring her to rub him off. The second boy climbed onto her chest and grabbed her hair, pulling her head into an uncomfortable position and forcing his cock into her mouth, much like Lindstrom had done earlier.
"What scares you more, angel?" Lindstrom asked. "That God has decided this is what you must face to complete His plans, however convoluted they must be - or that he watches powerlessly as this happens to you?"
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Until the second boy climbed onto her chest, forcing himself inside of her mouth. She wanted to spit him out, the smell, the taste. He hurt her, jarring her neck, her mouth and head, as he tried to pleasure himself. Her hand was limp around the other boy, unwilling to stroke him.
That God has forsaken me.
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He sneered. "Who is truly the kind and benevolent one, then?"
The first boy writhed and moaned as he came inside of her pussy. He pulled it out, his cock stained in cum and blood. The boy having her jerk him off swapped positions, wasting no time filling her recently vacated pussy. The first boy lifted her leg up and wiped his cock off on her stockings.
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She exhaled as the first boy finished his awkward fucking, then tried to writhe away as the second took his place, pushing into her to seek his own pleasure.
This body is but flesh. My spirit endures. She closed her eyes, twin trails of wet sliding from them. She'd stopped struggling beneath them, letting the mortals do as they would with her body. Shock, would have been the correct term. Everything felt far away, as if what happened was not to her, but some other being.
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The collar burned and the fog disappeared, bringing back to complete clarity.
"You aren't a passive victim here, I brought you here for a reason. You're here to practice."
He controlled aspects of her mind as much as aspects of her body. He forced her to focus on the cock being thrusted into her mouth.
"Form a seal around it with your lips," he commanded. "Thank him with your eyes for using your mouth."
This boy was bigger, burlier. He was rough with her head as he fucked her perfect lips, mussed up her seraphic hair.
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She turned her eyes to him so that he could see them, the blue orbs softening, surrendering. It was all she could do, her attention brought back to the present, to the pain in her lower body as the other young man used her.
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"Swallow it," Lindstrom commanded. "Then lick him clean. Thank him for his gift."
The first boy watched in fascination at Miniel's change in composure. "Fuck yeah she is. Me next." His cock, still tinged with her blood and cum, was hard and ready to be put into her mouth as soon as he could.
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"Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse. The first guy could barely hold himself back and Miniel opened her mouth, wincing as he shoved himself between her lips and she sucked, just as she had the man before.
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"Welcome to your new life," Lindstrom told her. He knelt next to her and caressed her hair, then ran a finger under her eye to catch a tear on his finger. He touched his finger to his lips, smiling at the sweet flavor of her despair.
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