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The Fall of Wrath Chapter Four

Wrath once again appeared inside the large stone judiciary hall of the other plane of existence. Protection sigils prevented Wrath from materializing in his master’s office. He headed towards His office again. This was getting tiring. This time he knocked rather than bursting through His door.

“Yes?” came the voice, “Enter.”

“I want this Hoight’s head!” Wrath demanded.

“To pay for your weakness?” His master asked, “If this man knew her from a hospital for the mentally ill, he is likely as innocent as she. He could not control his delusions.”

“And if I had killed her instead?” Wrath growled.

“He is already where he should be to get help. The mortal’s do not punish the psychologically unfit.” Wrath’s master tried to demonstrate patience.

“And if Wrath were to be poured down upon him regardless?”

“Your sword would be shattered.”

“I do not intend to use my sword.” Wrath snarled.

“Go home, rest, and then ask Deirdre is she wishes retribution. If she wants this Hoight punished, then you have my support,” the master finished.

Wrath nodded quietly, he stepped out of the room, he had no intentions of asking permission. He disappeared within seconds.

***

Deirdre snuggled up next to Donovan on the couch as he read through textbooks. She breathed in his scent. He smelled safe, normal, boring. Donovan had been cold however since she appeared at his apartment with the daemon. She couldn’t help the pit in her stomach was due to Donovan about to reject her. He was ignoring her now burying himself in studying which never happened before. Usually when she was with him, he ignored the books. Deirdre leaned in and gently kissed his neck.

“I am busy, Deir.” Donovan turned the page.

“Okay,” Deirdre’s voice trailed off as she got up and walked away, “I guess I will get ready for bed.” She headed for the shower in the bathroom that connected with Donovan’s room. “Men are such liars,” She huffed to herself. First the daemon lied when he said he had fell weak to her beauty. Then she discovered Donovan was lying when he claimed to love her forever. Deirdre’s head was spinning with thoughts and sadness. She had been wearing some clothes she kept at Donovan’s apartment. When Wrath had whisked her here she was still in her bathing suit and her bathrobe. She was embarrassed remembering she had been on the other plane in her bathrobe. Now she stripped out of the clothes she was wearing, folded her clothes, set them on a chair in the bedroom, and stepped into the bathroom.

Deirdre appraised herself in the mirror then closed her eyes not wanting to look anymore. Deirdre thought again about Wrath’s conversation with her.

“You are incredibly enticing to me.” Wrath’s words echoed in her mind. “I did not speak lightly when I said I am usually better disciplined. Your beauty and purity is beyond anything I have seen for a long time. It is not hard for me to believe that a daemon would try to have you.”

He had said all that after he had taken her. He did not have to say anything to make her feel better. He was daemon after all, he could have killed her after he left and no one would have questioned it. After all he was sent to kill her. He also was trying to fix things. He could have left her to being raped by the two men at the pool and he certainly didn’t have to get her a ring of seeking to protect against future attacks.

Deirdre stepped into the shower. She pictured his body standing close to her, taking her hand before taking her to the other plane of existence. He almost dwarfed Donovan in height. His muscles made Donovan look flabby despite Donovan being on the university track team. Deirdre began blushing wondering what else Wrath dwarfed Donovan with. Deirdre slid her hand down to her pussy. She was wet again from thinking of Wrath. Her other hand cupped one of her breasts. Her nipples hardened as she massaged each breasts in turn. She allowed herself a soft sigh as she thought about Wrath pushing his cock into her again, reenacting the memory by sliding a finger into her still sore pussy. It had tightened up since the night before and she winced pushing in a second finger to increase the pressure inside her. Deirdre used her thumb to rub against her clitoris. Deirdre lost herself in fantasies about the handsome daemon.

“Ahem,” Donovan cleared his throat.

Deirdre’s eyes flew open, startled seeing Donovan standing in the bathroom watching her. “Donovan!”

“I am sorry I didn’t want to intrude.” He sounded sarcastic. “Go ahead finish I am only your fiancé.”

“Oh no, love, you were just busy and I,”

“And you what? Thought you would just fuck yourself in my shower?”

Deirdre quickly turned off the water and grabbed a towel. She did not understand this side of Donovan. Prior to Wrath he likely would have joined her in the shower. She had pleasured him with her mouth in the past. It was their most intimate way of pleasing each other before marriage. Wrapped up in the towel Deirdre went to his arms. “I am sorry.”

Donovan softened a little, “Well there is some benefit to you having that ring.”

Deirdre leaned back and looked confused at Donovan. “What do you mean?”

“Well come on Deir, you aren’t a virgin any more. We don’t have to wait any longer.”

“But I wanted… err… want… I want to wait!” Deirdre felt sick in her stomach.

“By the gods Deirdre, look at what you were just doing in my shower. Finger fucking yourself and then you have the audacity to tell me you want to wait for sex with me.”

Deirdre looked down at the white tiled floor. “It is not like I don’t want to have sex with you, I just still have the belief of waiting. What happened yesterday shouldn’t affect that.”

“Yes, what happened yesterday,” Donovan angrily look at Deirdre, her face still embarrassedly staring at the floor. “Who were you thinking about?”

“What?” Deirdre looked up at Donovan, his eyes flashing. “It is hard to not think about him when I think about that.”

“Not just now, stupid, in the shower. Who were you thinking about in the shower?”

Deirdre’s face fell and crimson tainted her freckled cheeks. “I was thinking of you,” she lied.

Donovan knew she was lying, and he knew she could tell he knew, but he smiled anyways, “Then you won’t mind if I don’t wait.” Donovan grabbed Deirdre by her throat and dragged her into the bedroom. He ripped the towel out of her hands and threw her onto the bed, naked.

Deirdre screamed as she fell. Donovan was on top of her quickly. His hands covered her mouth and her nose, Deirdre couldn’t breathe. She panicked and attempted to shove him off. His other hand was free to pry between her legs, probing her pussy, still wet from her fantasies. She moved her head to the side shifting his hand off of her nose so she could inhale. She worked to calm her body and let her hands fall from trying to push Donovan off. Donovan smiled, “That’s better.”

Deirdre didn’t want to fight him, she shouldn’t be fighting him, it was Donovan. But that was what made her feel sick too, it was Donovan. “Ok.” She took a few deep breaths and parted her legs allowing Donovan to move between them. Maybe Wrath would save her again, Deirdre thought. No, that wasn’t likely considering he brought her to Donovan at her request. Deirdre was wondering where Wrath was and what he was doing as Donovan kissed her up and down her neck, his hands assaulting her breasts. She winced in pain at his rough treatment of her. Just try to enjoy it, she thought, you love him.

Donovan lustily inhaled the scent of her clean hair and skin. She may be tarnished by another man but her body was still the trophy that he had desired since he first saw her.  The man who raped her, had given Donovan a present with the price tag ripped off. He admired her perky round breasts. He had admired them before without having fully satisfied himself with her. He pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, releasing some of his sexual frustration. Donovan rolled her nipples between his fingers. He ignored Deirdre’s flinching.

Deirdre tried to distract Donovan from torturing her breasts by unzipping his pants and taking his cock in her hands. He smirked at her, “Neither your hands nor your mouth will please me tonight.” Deirdre nodded reluctantly as she began massaging the base of his cock. It hardened quickly and Donovan turned his attention back to her breasts. He began teasing each, one at a time with his tongue and teeth, playfully biting them. His hands moved down to Deirdre’s legs. He forced her legs up and spread them apart moving himself against her. Donovan pushed her legs up against her breasts, compacting her against the bed. He didn’t bother stripping his clothes off; he didn’t care enough. Donovan shoved his middle finger deep into Deirdre’s pussy. She winced at his abruptness.

His thumb was inadvertently rubbing against Deirdre’s clitoris. All her focus and thoughts were on her clit. She squeezed her eyes shut. This is Donovan she told herself. He loves me. I love him. Right? All too suddenly Donovan’s dick slammed into her. He groaned in pleasure. Another agonizing slam caused Deirdre to cry out, and another. Donovan’s face tensed and he came. His thrusts were brutally hard but he was done quickly. Donovan fell to her side, rolled over, and turned off the lamp beside the bed. Deidre lay still feeling confused. This was the man she was supposed to love. He was supposed to make her feel safe and when they finally supposedly ‘made love’ she just felt empty and alone. She wondered if her betraying feelings towards Wrath was the cause, or if her betraying feelings towards Wrath were the result of a superficial relationship that was beginning to become evident.

Deirdre carefully got up from the bed and lay the blanket over Donovan. He pretended to be asleep. She quietly crept out of the bedroom to the living room and turned on the TV. Horrified she quickly turned off the TV as the anchorman finished saying, “was found dead in his room at the psychiatric ward of the hospital. One of the nurses was overheard saying the body was torn to shreds as if by a large animal. Arthur Bottman, a wildlife biologist from the University, was seen entering the hospital with police.” Deirdre was horrified because she knew the patient in the photo shown in the corner of the screen.

Hoight

The Fall of Wrath Chapter Three

Deirdre stepped back from Wrath and moved towards her bathrobe. Wrath frowned as she concealed her body with the oversized robe. “That is probably best.”

Deirdre stayed across the room crossing her arms over her chest, “I could not stop you if I wanted to.”

“If?” Wrath’s eyebrow arched in curiosity, but then he banished those thoughts from his mind, “I owe you an apology. I was weak last night, my lust over took me when I am normally more disciplined than that.”

“Why?” Deirdre started.

“You are incredibly enticing to me.”

“Oh,” Deirdre began to blush, “No, I meant why were you even in my apartment? Why would an assassin be sent to kill me?”

“That was a serious mistake that I intend to rectify. The man, who made the request for your death, somehow falsified his memories. He portrayed you as his cheating wife. The justice daemon approved his request based on his false memories.”

“I am not married, I was a vir…”

“I know. I saw your rune of innocence; that is why I did not kill you.”

Deirdre’s chest heaved in exasperation, her heart was beating fast. “But you took me despite it?” She very nearly shouted, her anger overtaking her fear.

“I intend to try to make it right.”

“You cannot make that right! I have a fiancé! He might not even want me anymore!” Deirdre took a step forward, shouting at him.

Wrath growled to himself which caused Deirdre to step back. He kept his words from spewing out at her and stood thinking to himself. He could not deny when his master told him he may have a wife, Wrath was not displeased. He anger was barely controllable when he saw the two men at the pool put their hands on her. He had materialized behind them and it was all he could do to not take their heads immediately. He caught himself before he did, reminding himself she was still between them.

“If he is worthy he will understand.” Wrath finally said softly.

Deirdre faltered, she did not know if Donovan would still love her and that scared her. “You said you would make it right? How?”

“I will find the man who falsified his memories and I will kill him.” At this Wrath pulled his sword out of its sheath on his back. He holds it out for Deirdre to inspect. “My sword is strengthened by the evil inside the hearts of the men I kill. If I should ever kill a guiltless person my sword would disintegrate in the innocent blood.” He re-sheathed his sword.

“Is that why you didn’t kill me? Your sword?”

“I am not an evil daemon, Deirdre. I have killed many men, and women too.  But never a soul was taken that was not approved for death by the justice daemon, and as you well know they judge on behalf of the gods. I have never enjoyed my job, if I enjoyed what I do, I would be no better than those I kill.”

“What am I to say to my fiancé? I doubt he would find it easy to believe that an assassin daemon took me.”

“Why is that hard to believe? I suppose why an assassin would have crossed your path is difficult, but you sell yourself short. I did not speak lightly when I said I am usually better disciplined. Your beauty and purity is beyond anything I have seen for a long time. It is not hard for me to believe that a daemon would try to have you. I, again, am sorry for what I did.”

Deirdre was now blushing uncontrollably now and was letting loose her bathrobe. She studied the daemon’s chiseled body. He wore tight fitting black pants and a button up shirt but only the bottom two buttons were actually buttoned. A shield rune was tattooed over his heart and a little hair was scattered across his chest. The hair that enticed her the most was the hair that led downwards from his navel and disappeared into his pants. She did not need to see his arms to know that he was well muscled under his sleeves. His rough beard and wild longer hair added to his sinister demeanor.

“You know my name but I do not know yours,” Deirdre finally responded.

“My name is a complicated thing. It is a very special honor to know a daemon’s true name. Those who know me call me Wrath. That is likely all anyone will ever know as a name for me.”

“Wrath? Fitting I suppose.”

Wrath nodded, “You should get dressed. I am taking you to see my master”

“Wait, why? You mean on another plane of existence? Can I even go there?” Deirdre had never heard of mortals visiting the other planes.

“Yes you can, as long as you are with me. I cannot babysit you and save you from every degenerate man you come across. We need a solution to keep you safe.”

“What would you suggest?” Deirdre asked with a slight degree of hope, which surprised her.

Wrath was a little taken aback by the way she asked him, he did not dare tell her what he thought, “That is up to my master. Take my hand.”

Deirdre took Wrath’s hand and before she could blink she was standing in a large stone building. Wrath looked down at her staring doe-eyed at the other daemon standing around in the hallways talking and going about business. “This way,” he said gruffly and let go of her hand.

“Are all daemon women so lovely to look at?” Deirdre asked following after Wrath.

He turned and saw the daemon women she was admiring. “Would you believe me if I said they are rather average for an immortal?”

“Average?” Deirdre’s heart sank a little. A daemon woman who was beautiful by mortal standards but average by immortal standards meant a mere mortal was plain. She still had conflicted emotions about Wrath. The thought of him fucking her again, on more consensual terms, made her pussy wet but she also felt shame about desiring him before Donovan. The daemon women made her self-conscious, Donovan made her feel self-conscious. Deirdre looked at the floor and did not look up until Wrath stopped in front of a particular door.

Wrath knocked and entered the room, Deirdre trailed behind shyly. An older looking daemon stood up behind a desk. Deirdre wasn’t even sure daemon aged, but this man looked older and wiser.

“Wrath? You brought her? A mortal to our plane?” the man behind the desk queried.

“I did, its important.” Wrath bowed.

“Explain.”

“Clearly it was not long before trouble again found her. She needs something to keep men she just happens upon from thinking she is a slut. Is there a way she can just wear a ring of belonging until she marries someone?” Wrath growled.

“Hmm, she cannot wear a ring of belonging. Those rings are specially made and magically imbued at the ceremony. False rings of belonging simply do not exist. However there is a ring that young widows and divorcees wear until they find a new spouse. It would explain her lack of virginity and still portray her as looking for a spouse, with her honor intact. It is the ring of seeking.”

“You did not mention this ring last night.” Wrath tried to hide his annoyance, but despite what he truly desired he felt it was futile now.

“I had hoped to not need to use that particular ring. It doesn’t always hinder men. There has been a problem with brothels getting hold of these rings to hide their prostitutes and keep them safe when they weren’t working.”

“I am engaged,” Deirdre stepped up beside Wrath. “It won’t be long before I do have a ring of belonging.”

Wrath’s master eyed him cautiously appraising Wrath’s reaction. “Hmm, if that is what you want?”

Deirdre hesitated a little, “Yes.”

“Master,” Wrath quickly started, “Did you learn of the man who requested her death?”

“Yes, but I am not sure you should know who he is.”

“I need to know,” Deirdre cut in.

The master sighed deeply and stood quiet deep in thought. “Okay,” he said finally, “His name is Hoight.”

“Hoight?” Deirdre gasped suddenly.

“Do you know him?” Wrath demanded.

“He is a patient at the mental health hospital I am doing some of my studies at.” Deirdre sank to her knees. “I want to see Donovan now.”

Wrath’s master held out his hand and ring appeared in it. Deirdre hastily put in on her middle finger. Wrath reluctantly in turn held out his hand to take her to her fiancé’s apartment, the location he gathered from images in her mind.

Donovan dropped the pan of water he was carrying from the sink when Wrath and Deirdre appeared in his kitchen. “By the gods! Deirdre? How did you? Who is?” Donovan stepped back recognizing the man as a daemon. “Who is this?”

“That story is too long and too sad to tell, his name is Wrath,” Deirdre’s whole body quivered. “Donovan,” her voice cracked; Deirdre began to cry. Donovan opened his arms and she rushed into them.

“What happened?” Donovan held her for several long minutes.

Wrath glared menacingly at the pair. He had acquired a gift for sensing evil inside mortals, he could also sense purity. Donovan wasn’t giving him either feeling, which made Wrath uneasy about the true nature of Donovan’s soul. Usually a person, Wrath cannot place immediately meant that person was not truly pure and had great potential for evil, but had not opportunity to discover it. Wrath entered Deirdre’s mind, “Are you sure you want to tell him? I would offer myself in his place if you would have me.”

“What?” Deirdre pulled back from Donovan. She turned to Wrath.

Wrath feigned ignorance to what she was talking about. “I didn’t ‘say’ anything.”

Deirdre turned back to Donovan and she pulled back the hair hiding her bare neck, “I was,” she choked up again.

Wrath interrupted, “She was raped, by a monster of a being…”

Deirdre stopped him this time, “But he is gone, and the justice daemon has already taken care of him. Wrath here was ensuring my safety back to you. I have this ring, um, instead.” Her voice was quivering as she extended her hand to Donovan.

Donovan stared at her incredulously. “Raped?” He suddenly reached out and grabbed her shoulder pulling her closer to him inspecting her neck. Deirdre flinched and Wrath reached for his sword. Donovan’s eyes moved to Wrath, “I am not going to hurt her.” He fumed condescendingly. “And this ring?” He lifted her hand up again to look at the ring of seeking.

“It is a ring of seeking. The daemon gave it to me to protect me from those who would think I willing gave away my innocence. When,” Deirdre faltered at this, “If you still want to marry me, the ring of belonging will replace the ring of seeking.”

Donovan felt the harsh stare of Wrath and the scared look from Deirdre, “Of course I will still marry you! It was not your choice; I would not hold it against you.”

Happily Deirdre collapsed into his arms crying. Wrath slowly backed away angrily, “I take me leave then, mortals.” He vanished from the room leaving Deirdre feeling confused about the bittersweet emotions caused by his departure and Donovan mulling the situation over in his mind. 

The Fall of Wrath Chapter Two

Deirdre lay in silence and shame, her blood soiling her sheets and her rapist’s cum dripping from her sore pussy. Why couldn’t he have killed her before he left? At least then she wouldn’t be experiencing such guilt. Why did she have to enjoy him? She knew many women that fantasized about the daemon. But no woman would have wished for him to just take her innocence under threat of death and then leave. She was drowning in her heavy thoughts until she finally fell asleep from exhaustion.

Wrath appeared in the halls of the court of judiciary daemon. He walked briskly to His office. He burst through the doors in anger. His master stood up in surprise at the rude entrance. “What is the meaning of this, Wrath!”

“She was innocent!” Wrath roared back.

“Who was innocent?” His master looked confused.

“Deirdre, the woman you just sent me to kill. She could not have cheated on her husband when she still had her mark of innocence and no ring of belonging!”

“That is troubling,” the sage justice daemon settled back into his chair, “The person who requested her death was not lying however. How can there be two truths?”

“He lied somehow,” Wrath snorted.

“Could her runes be false?” His master questioned him.

Wrath looked at the floor. “No, her runes were not false.”

“Were?”

“I was overcome,” Wrath stated sheepishly, “Never before have I seen a mortal as beautiful as she, she was a virgin when I arrived at her apartment, but not when I left her.”

“Fool! Do you know what you have done? Taking an innocent? You must make this right!”

“Kill me now as I give myself to your justice” Wrath knelt on the ground.

“Stand up!” The master fumed, “I am not going to kill you. I must think of what we can do. Go now and protect her, she must not have more wrongs done unto her because of your weakness. You may have a mortal wife if I cannot come up with a better solution.”

Wrath bowed before his master and left his office. He materialized again at the corner of the street by Deirdre’s apartment however he was not visible to the mortal eye. In his mind he was watching her lie in her bed. She looked confused and miserable. He was angry at himself, but more so he was angry at the position this false vision had put him in. He was still tired; he sat down and rested against a fire hydrant. Wrath let himself drift into something similar to sleep that daemon use for rest. Regardless he was still vigilantly watching Deirdre.

Deirdre woke up midway through the next day. She looked at the clock on her night stand. She had slept through all of her classes for today. Maybe last night was only a bad dream she wondered. She sat up in bed and felt soreness in her pelvis. She frowned, it was not a bad dream; it was real. Her reddish brown sheets stained with her dried blood were further evidence. She fumbled her way to her bathroom and into the shower. She turned the water to as hot as she could withstand and stood under the spray where she began to cry. When she felt calmer, Deirdre nearly emptied a bottle of soap onto a cloth and began scrubbing her body. The immortal’s stench clung to her, stuck inside her nostrils, constantly reminding her of him, it was bittersweet. He was erotic and repulsive to her. She gingerly washed between her legs. It stung and though she wanted to wash inside of herself she dared not to for the pain.

After her shower she wrapped herself up in a large soft towel. She numbly sat on the edge of her bed, hugging her pillow, staring at the mess on her bed. Suddenly her telephone rang. Meekly she answered the phone.

“Deirdre! You never made it to class!” The voice on the other end answered.

Deirdre sighed, her fiancé Donovan, was the last person she wanted to speak to. “I wasn’t feeling well today.”

“You should go into the infirmary and be looked at, a nasty virus is going around.” He was worried.

“It is nothing like that” Deirdre’s voice trailed off.

“Oh? Well I missed you. Am I going to see you today? Will you be up for some dinner?”

“I would rather not. I think at most I am going to go for a swim.”

“When you aren’t feeling well?” Donovan sounded doubtful.

“I actually think the exercise will help,”

“You certainly love torturing me. Did I tell you I miss you yet?”

“I am sorry” Deirdre could feel tears start to well up. “Look I need to go. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Deirdre let the phone drop to the floor after hearing the line go silent once Donovan hung up. She buried her face in her pillow sobbing. How was she going to explain her loss of innocence to him? He would never believe that an immortal stole it from her. His first assumption would be that she cheated on him, even though it was an incomprehensible idea. Cheating was an obviously poor decision since her infidelity would be proven due to the rune of innocence’s disappearance. When he first penetrated her she was overcome by the painful sensation his cock caused that she hadn’t at first noticed the rune flare icy cold. The cold slowly dissipated and it was soon gone.

The rune’s purpose was to deter women from behaving whorishly. Perhaps he would believe she was raped, but he wouldn’t believe by an immortal. Would he want her after all this? If he couldn’t love her through it, it would be hard for her to start over and meet someone. Women who had sex unmarried were horribly outcast by society but sought out by the scum of that same society. It was a wretched double standard that men could love many women but when a woman did the same then she was a slut.

The swimming excuse to not see Donovan today did seem like the perfect activity to keep her mind off of things. She was on the swim team before she started going to the university and swimming was relaxing and stress relieving. There was an indoor pool a block away that was never busy. At this time of day, she likely would be swimming alone. Deirdre began to dress and once finished grabbed her swim bag. Looking backwards at her bed as she began to leave her room Deirdre saw the mess of her bed again. Turning back she ripped the sheets and blanket from her bed, took the pile with her, and she stuffed it into the washer in the pantry near the front door. She turned the water on, “Thank the gods for white sheets,” she mumbled as she poured some bleach into the machine.

Deirdre pulled her collar up as she walked into the reception area of the pool. An ugly old man was at the counter. She could not make eye contact with him and quickly showed him her membership card. He nodded and she scurried to the changing rooms. She stripped quickly, her hands were shaking. Deirdre stepped into her bathing suit, a simple black one piece. Walking into the pool area she was relieved to see there was no one else swimming. Deirdre dove into the deep end and started swimming strenuous laps.

Deirdre did not notice two young men also enter the pool area for quite some time while she swam. Upon her seventh lap to the shallow end, Deirdre stood up to catch her breath. She saw in front of her two pairs of bare feet. She continued to look up and saw the two young men smiling down at her.

“That’s quite a work out,” one stated, a sturdy looking blonde.

“Do you swim for a team?” the other, a lithe brunette with blue eyes asked.

“I used to. Were you watching long?” Deirdre shyly stated. She was thankful her hair was clinging to her neck and chest covering where her rune would have been.

“Oh well we don’t mean to come off creepy, but we have been here a while. We were very impressed and didn’t want to interrupt.” The blonde answered. “I am Randy and this is Sam.”

“Deirdre,”

“Nice to meet you, do you mind us swimming too? We actually want to try out for the university team and this pool is closest to us.” Sam added.

“It’s fine,”

“Maybe you can give us a few pointers.” Randy interjected.

“Oh I think I might be leaving soon.”

The two men lowered themselves into the pool and Deirdre felt uncomfortable at them coming closer but so far they seemed friendly enough. “Don’t leave just because we are here.” Randy stepped closer to her.

Deirdre was getting anxious and she started to twirl her hair, a nervous habit. She realized her mistake as she had uncovered her neck. Quickly she tried to cover it up again but the men took notice of what she was trying to hide. Randy reached out and took her hand, the hand that should have had her ring of belonging. “Do I make you nervous?” His demeanor shifted, he was no longer a fellow swimmer, no longer on an equal basis, he was predatory.

Deirdre tried to take her hand back, “Why should I be nervous?” Her voice wavered as she noticed Sam move around to her back.

“I don’t think she is nervous Randy, I think she can’t handle waiting any longer.” From behind Sam moved one hand to her throat pulling her hair back and the other move to cup Deirdre’s breast.

Deirdre struggled to get away from him and Randy quickly stepped forward grabbing her by her waist. “My ring is with my clothes! Please stop!” Deirdre lied desperately.

“No woman takes that ring off.” Randy mumbled as he moved in to kiss her neck.

Sam’s grip on her breast was painful and his other hand moved now from her neck to between her legs. Randy had one hand at Deirdre’s neck holding her still and the other hand was loosing himself from his swimshorts. Deirdre struggled against the two men as best she could, she tried to keep her legs tight together but Sam’s fingers were strong and prying. Tears started well up and this time Deirdre felt zero desire for the men accosting her.

“Take your hands off her!” A voice boomed from behind Randy.

Randy and Sam both stepped back in shock. Deirdre sloshed through the water away from them.

“We weren’t doing anything that she hasn’t already done before.” Randy started.

“Silence!” Wrath hovered over the water towards them. He drew his sword.

“Whoa!” Sam and Randy both gasped at once and tried to get away from Wrath. Deirdre stood at the edge of the pool in terror, but she managed regain herself in order to climb out the pool before the swiftly reddening water reached her.

Wrath moved to her side. “I will not hurt you. Let’s get you home and safe.” Deirdre did not know what to think and her mind especially whirled when she was without warning in her bedroom with the daemon.

The Fall of Wrath Chapter One

“You have a new slob to kill, sir,” a balding gnomish man bowed handing a tall dark man an envelope.

“I thought I was done for the night,” the dark man growled snatching the envelope.

“Apologies, sir, I am merely the messenger.  He personally sent for you.”

“He did, eh?”

“There is a reason you are called Wrath, sir,” again the small messenger bowed and skittered off into the darkness, vanishing into mist.

Wrath growled to himself, he turned around and surveyed his recent kill. The floor of the warehouse was soaked with blood and the victim was dismembered, body parts strewn about the room. The drug dealer he had just slaughtered was supposed to be his last mark of the night. As a daemon, Wrath couldn’t be killed by mortals but he was tired, his business never seemed to end.

There was so much sickness in the world and it was Wrath’s duty to slaughter the wicked. He was weary of the bloodshed. He was not the only daemon charged with this duty but he was the best, best in that he had an artistic, professional, signature way to butcher his marks that pleased those that requested the execution. He was an assassin of evil from the spirit world. His home on the other plane of existence was inhabited by daemon, immortals that were tasked with tending to the care of the mortals by the gods. Wrath was not evil but he was shunned by his own kind. He was considered a dark daemon, one of the daemon who dealt with the lesser pleasant tasks that were punitive of the mortals, such as curses.

Wrath opened the envelope and looked down at the name on the parchment.

Deirdre

In his mind he could see her location and what she was accused of, the man who requested her death was devastated by her salacious affair with a much more attractive man. Wrath could see and feel the husband’s thoughts of her cheating and the arguing. Wrath did not agree with this reason for death but the justice daemon had approved it and requested him. This Deirdre was beautiful. In his mind he watched through the husbands eyes as he spied on Deirdre undressing for her lover. Her skin was like porcelain; soft and smooth. Her long straight flame colored hair was in bright contrast to her pale skin. Her eyes were a vibrant emerald green. Freckles decorated her nose and her shoulders.  She let her dress down off those freckled shoulders and fall to her waist. Her full round breasts exposed to her lovers hands. She had small pink nipples which her lover pinched and flicked with his fingers. The image was blurry in Wrath’s mind and he did not understand why. He shook his head and cleared his mind. Regardless he had one more kill tonight. He did not want to waste his time.

Wrath disappeared from the warehouse only to rematerialize in the dark shadows of Deirdre’s apartment. Deirdre was asleep on the bed in her room. The soft glow of the moon shone on her. Wrath silently crept up on her raising his sword to strike. She was even more beautiful through his own vision. Wrath shocked himself to realize he was so affected by a mortal’s beauty. Something bothered him however. She did not look quite the same as how her husband saw her. Wrath gently pulled away the blankets that covered her, revealing her bare body. The runes that mortals magically tattoo on their skin are put there for many reasons, most are protective sigils. However women are given a rune as infants that prove their innocence in order to attract men to marry them.

He was right, that was what was bothering him, in the husband’s vision, Deirdre still had the rune signifying her virginity. He hadn’t realized that it was there until now. Deirdre, lying in her sleep, clearly had the rune in its official spot above her collarbone. Wrath lowered his sword. He watched her quietly thinking. How could she be guilty if she was still untouched? He gently lifted her hand, she did not have a ring of belonging on her finger. His gaze drifted to her breasts. They also were sexier in person; they were smaller but still a very appealing size. Her breasts were also less perky but only due to being the size they were, they were still firm. His pants felt tighter as his loins warmed. He realized why the vision had been blurry, the vision was not real it was invented. Deirdre’s hand jerked out of Wrath’s hold. Instinctively he raised his sword. Wide eyed Deirdre stared at Wrath.

He placed the tip of the blade at her throat. “Tell me why someone would want you dead?” he eyed her suspiciously; his eyes could not help but stray downward, lustily working to engrain the image in his thoughts forever. In his mind he cursed her for sleeping in the nude.

“I don’t know!” She managed to get out. Her breasts heaved with her panicked heavy breathing, her nipples erect with the cold air in the room. Her smooth taught stomach was clenched tight in fear. “Please,” she begged, “Please don’t kill me!” Tears welled in her eyes. The vibrant green eyes were darker in the moonlight, they were wide in fright and despite the terror in her face she was lovely. Her lips were full and her mouth was all to inviting for Wrath. Lust for the first time was overwhelming for Wrath. He dropped his sword on the floor but moved his hand to her throat to prevent her from escaping. Her skin was soft and warm to his touch, “Mortals are so weak, so soft, so delicate,” he thought to himself.

Deirdre turned her face away from Wrath’s gaze squeezing her eyes shut trying to block out the situation. Wrath moved his other hand down to her breast firmly squeezing it. Deirdre gasped at his touch. She did not think it was possible but her nipples hardened further. Her eyes flew open again as his tongue circled her nipple. She dared look at him again. The daemon was handsome, although most immortals were. He wore a black t-shirt that was skin tight and fitted black jeans. His muscled arms were covered in runes and other sigils. He had long wavy black hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He looked up from her breast catching her staring at him.

“I may still kill you,” Wrath warned her, “That is after all why I am here.” His hand trailed down her abdomen towards her pussy. Deirdre tried to retreat from his touch. She was clearly frightened of him, but her body instinctively reacted to his unwanted touch. She held her legs together as his fingers ran through her fiery pubic hair. Wrath worried internally, “I cannot kill someone I think is innocent but how do I disobey my master? How does a mortal smell so delicious?” Wrath took Deirdre’s chin in his hand and looked her deeply in the eyes. “Don’t struggle, you will not escape me if you tried.”

She trembled as both of his hands wandered back down to her legs. Wrath opened her legs to him. His fingers delicately separated her pussy lips, he lustily inspected her intact hymen. His face moved in closer, drawn to her. Deirdre began to cry as he rubbed his finger against her clitoris and his tongue hungrily flicked against her hymen. She did not however resist him. She was disgusted at herself for feeling the pleasure from his tongue. Wrath’s cock was bulging against his pants and he unzipped himself to relieve the pressure. She tasted like no other woman he had ever bedded, granted this was the first mortal he would take, but her delicate scent and sweet taste intoxicated Wrath. He stood and pulled out his hard cock, it was throbbing and begging for release.

“Don’t cry,” Wrath whispered in Deirdre’s ear as he moved to kneel between her legs. He kissed her neck and lifted her firm, round bottom off of bed up to his thick cock. He pressed the head against her pussy lips. He rubbed himself against her. Despite Deirdre’s fear of this daemon, she hoped that perhaps with this new interest in her, he would not kill her. Her body acted of its own accord and her clitoris hardened by his cock’s touch. Wrath straightened, looking down on Deirdre. She was no longer crying but had her eyes squeezed shut. Wrath could hardly stand waiting, watching her, smelling her, and feeling her. Firmly gripping both ass cheeks he pushed himself inside of her. Deirdre cried out in pain as her hymen tore from the pressure Wrath’s cock was placing on it. He pushed himself deep inside her. Her pussy clenched in pain and Wrath gasped in pleasure from the intense tightness as her pussy squeezed his thick throbbing cock. Wrath knelt there between her legs just letting himself feel her pussy surround his cock. Slowly he pulled himself halfway out of her, blood coating his cock dripping down her ass cheeks. He groaned as he thrust hard back into her, and again.

Deirdre clenched her teeth and fought back tears with each painful thrust. She tried to push Wrath from her, her hands desperately shoving against his chest. He was huge inside of her, granted she had been a virgin, but Wrath’s cock was much larger than your average mortals. Her pussy was not built for an immortals lust. Each thrust has equally as hard as the last and it made her whole body ripple from each brutal slam into her.

“It will not hurt forever,” Wrath tried to comfort her. With his fingers he rubbed her clitoris and he found despite her hymen tearing and the pain it was still rock hard. He lessened his thrusts and focused on Deirdre. He knew what he was doing was wrong but in truth he wanted her to want him as badly as he wanted her. He could see the confusion wash over her face as she experienced pleasure instead of pain. Her pussy, as tight as it was, clenched his cock now in desire. She opened her eyes for the first time since he penetrated her and looked deep into his eyes. Deirdre was still frightened, but the immortal’s touch was the most incredible sensation she had ever felt. He did not have to rub her clitoris long when she cried out in pleasure this time with her first orgasm. Wrath began to thrust into her again, this time her face reacted positively, her pussy enjoying his monstrous cock’s deep slams.

Still Deirdre turned over and buried her face in her pillows in shame when he finished and let her drop to the bed. His cock hung, still thick but limp, above her ass, cum and blood dripping on her.

Wrath’s lust had been satiated for the moment and regret started to wash over him. He bent over and picked up his sword. He zipped up his pants and stood. He sheathed his sword and cleared his throat to get her attention. Deirdre ignored him wishing now he would just slay her and be done with her. She was having a hard time with her feelings about what had just happened. Wrath turned from her in his own shame and disappeared into the darkness. 

Intro to The Fall Of Wrath

Everyone I bet has erotic dreams. One of mine inspired me to write a novella about it. I have altered details from the original dream but its the same premise. Other erotic dreams have inspired other chapters to the novella. It is a work in process and I cannot promise that I will get new chapters out on a regular schedule. Also because it is erotic I do not want anyone underage to read it, it is not written with intent that anyone but adults should read it. With that said please enjoy and be kind with criticism, I am not a professional :)

Dee Dagger