KYRAN'S POV
The war was malevolent and torturous, everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. The smell of blood and gunpowder was flowing in the shallow air. My long, white six wings were drenched and broken. He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth before throwing myself forward with his remaining strength. I trudged on my weak rubbery legs over the rocky and barren ground; soon after on a few minutes of running I caught it with the corner of my left eye, Michael and Lucifer commencing with Armageddon. A battle had arose in heaven, Michael and his angels had fought against a dragon, the dragon and his angels fought back and were defeated but still they carried on. I didn't see justice in Michael's eyes anymore, only blood lust. I put his legs high as he jumped and over the dead bodies; I was a soldier of God but he was terrified.
The warmth of blood and thick air seeped into his muscles, it was a mild burning of acid. I began to flap my wings on easy but could not fly, it was more of an automatic feeling, my wings flapped like he flying on autopilot. I kept sprinting and sprinting until I hit a large body mass and fell flat on my behind. Tall and muscular men stood over him, crimson red hues darting through him, and smirks in the cracks of their mouths. A fearful expression eloped in my features.
"Should we take a pretty one home?" asked one male.
"Well he is good looking." said another.
They all nodded in agreement. My subtle cheeks were tear-stained. My skin was mottled and my eyes were slightly red and puffy. The men before me laughed a thundering heed. I was more than certain they were demonic beings. That's when one male leaned down right in front of me. This being was different from the others. His hair itself was freshly spun silk, each thread falling perfectly, weaving together and framing his pale face. His index finger and middle finger tapped my forehead. I began to feel light headed, too light headed to even stand on my own two feet. Everything began to spin. Then I felt my legs began to buckle. I slowly drifted away into an unwanted deep sleep.
My eyes were damp and crusty. I twisted and turned before my eyes opened. My body was bare and laying against cold, hard concrete floor. My hands were plastered firmly in metal shackles. I was in a dungeon-like area, very old and worn-down. After taking a minute, I realized something warm at my waistband, it was hard, warm and rather wet. The tall, monstrous men stood at his end, the members hard and long; hanging from their zippers. The rubbed solemnly against my skin. Laughing in the face of my embarrassment, one said.
"Are you ready to have fun?"
The man said it in a low voice before he gently bit down on my member. Deep throating it he gaged. He twisted my balls as he began teasing my entrance with hid index finger. A soft, rebellious whimper ripped through my lips, I struggled to break free but every male had grip of me. After a few moments, he finally thrusted his finger up my small, subtle ass.
"Your so tight. You're obviously a virgin."
He thrusted his slender finger in and out rather quickly. He then gaged a bit more while teething the rim of my penis gently. Tears actually began to burst from my sockets as I whimpered louder. The man stopped himself and looked up at me.
"Don't cry when I come in, I'm going in dry."
The other men laughed as they just stared, slowly pumping their own members against my skin. I heaved and struggled, I wanted to get away but it obviously no use. Smirking, he removed his finger. He laughed and took his stiff and long penis rubbing it against mine trying to show affection. But before doing anything to me, he bent down and rapped his lips around the full length of my hardening member. Only moments later the male decided and gave me the full length of his member. He smashed our thighs together, the sound was horrid but amazing. I basically screamed, my eyes were tearing and my back arching. My body shivered and dripped with salty sweat. It was hot and a complete blur. Each time my skin slapped against his, his member scraped harder against my walls. A gut renching sound slipped from under me when he picked me up, wrapping my legs around his muscular, and firm waist. This man was definitely using the power of gravity to help his member deepen.
That's when it caught me. The male with the silky hair was watching, he didn't look pleased so why wasn't he helping me. I gasped sharply and and screamed a notch louder, it was painful but I liked it. Taking his thrusts faster, he exploded inside me, his load shot deep. He gripped my member and began twisting yet again. I jolted and gently buckled my hips before a white, thick liquid oozed slowly out of me. He smirked and continued to thrust, letting his seed spread and smear. I whimpered, whinned and cried when even more of the liquid ripped itself out onto his chest, face, and even hair from the other men surrounding him.
