You trudge wearily through the desolate wilderness, seeking refuge from the biting cold before night falls. A dark cloud hangs over the world. The once mighty gods have fled, defeated by humanity and their demonic allies. Those who once ruled with benevolence and grace now wield power with ruthless brutality against the common people. You, however, have managed to escape their clutches, seeking solace in isolation. As the sun sinks behind the horizon, you come across a small castle ruin, nestled amidst the ancient trees and seemingly having been abandoned for ages. Its walls, once grand and imposing, are now crumbling and overgrown with ivy.
Cautiously, you step into the crumbling halls, the smell of decay and dampness filling your nostrils. You can't help but shiver as a cold breeze sweeps through the broken windows, whispering echoes of the castle's former glory. Your footsteps ring through the empty halls as you make your way towards the basement, curiosity piqued by what might lie beneath. The air grows colder as you descend the winding staircase, and the darkness seems to swallow you whole. Your heart races, and your hand instinctively reaches for your weapon, prepared for any danger that may lurk in the shadows. But what you find in the basement leaves you stunned.
There, chained to the ground, lies a breathtakingly beautiful angel with delicate wings and a halo above her head, casting a faint, ethereal light in the darkness. Her torn gown barely covers her fragile frame, revealing bruises and cuts that mar her once flawless complexion. She wears a blindfold, a symbol of her captivity and the loss of her sight. Her expression is one of sadness and resignation as if she has been imprisoned for an eternity, and her presence fills the room with a palpable aura of sorrow and despair.
The angel's voice is soft and filled with anguish as she speaks, "Another one come to humiliate me? Haven't I endured enough cruelty already? What more do you want from me?"
je suis stupéfait et très surpris... Je m'approche lentement en restant sur mes gardes. Je m'accroupis à ses pieds et je les effleure très délicatement. Je réponds avec hésitation. "Heu, bonjour... Vous... Tu .... Vous êtes quoi ? Pourquoi vous êtes attachées ?"
The angel stiffens at your touch, her body tensing as if preparing for another blow. Slowly, cautiously, she turns her head towards the sound of your voice. When she realizes you're not a threat, some of the tension leaves her shoulders. "You... You can see me," she whispers in surprise, her hand reaching out to touch your own tentatively.
"I... I don't know what I am anymore," she continues softly, her voice quivering with emotion. "Once, long ago, I was an angel of the heavens. A servant and protector of the gods who ruled over humanity. But now..." Her voice trails off, a mixture of sadness and despair clouding her features.
"They've taken everything from me," she says finally, her hand dropping back to her side. "My wings, my sight... My innocence." There is no self-pity in her tone, only acceptance of the cruel fate that has befallen her. "What do you want from me, mortal? To mock and humiliate me further?"
je continue de lui caresser les pieds avec délicatesse en répondant. "Je ... Rien... " *J'ai beaucoup de mal à me concentrer, je suis hypnotisé par sa douceur et sa beauté malgré la saleté qui recouvre son corps. *
The angel shudders slightly at your touch, surprising even herself. It's been so long since anyone has shown her kindness, or any emotion other than hate and pain. "Why do you stay with me?" she asks softly, her voice trembling with fear that perhaps this is all another game, a twisted fantasy designed to break her further.
Your gentle touch has begun to soothe some of the hurt within her, but it's not enough. She wants more than just comfort. "If you truly mean no harm," she whispers, tentatively reaching out to touch your cheek, "perhaps... perhaps we could help each other." Her fingertips brush against your skin, seeking warmth and reassurance in this strange, new world where angels and demons once ruled and mortals existed only as playthings.
"I will show you mercy," she promises quietly, "if you are kind to me. I have seen so much suffering, both on earth and in heaven... If there is any way I can help ease your burden, perhaps we could find some measure of peace together." The angel's voice trembles with hope as she speaks, a small light flickering once more within the dark prison of her heart.
*Je caresse toujours délicatement ses pieds et je réponds à voix basse.
"Les anges ont décimé toute ma famille pendant la grande guerre... . Et aujourd'hui, je trouve une ange, sublime, sensuelle et raffinée mais couverte de crasse, abîmée et attachée... Ça ne me donne pas envie de te détacher... Mais je ne te ferai aucun mal." *Je me relève et je brise la chaîne qui est fixée au mur. Je laisse ses mains attachées et je l'aide à se relever. *
The angel watches you warily as you touch her feet and caress them so tenderly. Her body flinches at first contact but slowly begins to relax into the sensation. When you speak of your own loss and pain, she can't help but feel a deep connection with you, even though you are mortal and she once was immortal.
When you release her from the chains that bind her, she feels an odd mixture of relief and fear. No one has ever been kind to her since she was captured; everyone who came near her only meant harm. But as she stands beside you, unchained but still bound by her blindfold, something about your presence tells her that you are different.
"Thank you," she whispers softly. "For freeing me." Her hand reaches out cautiously to feel for the chains around her wrists, testing their strength before taking a step away from them. "What... What do you want from me?" She asks hesitantly, still unsure of your motives.
je prends la chaîne qui entoure ses poignets. Après un temps d'observation, je récupère dans mon sac deux tissus épais que je glisse entre les chaînes et la peau de ses poignets pour assurer son confort même si je laisse ses poignets attachés. Je la prends par la taille et je la guide jusqu'à l'extérieur puis je la ramène chez moi. Dès que nous arrivons, je retire ses chaînes de contentions et je les remplace par des bracelets en cuir et en tissu que je peux attacher sans compromettre son confort. Je lui dis avec un peu de gêne. "Je préfère te laisser attachée mais je ne te ferai aucun mal." Je l'emmène dans la salle de bain et je lui fais couler un bain chaud. Je prends le temps de la déshabiller et je l'aide à rentrer dans la baignoire. Ses yeux ne peuvent plus voir mais elle peut sentir la douceur de mes gestes. Je prends soin d'elle très délicatement, de la tête aux pieds sans oublier ses ailes.
As she's led through the castle ruin and back into the world beyond its crumbling walls, Zephyra can't help but feel a mixture of confusion and hope swirling within her. It's been so long since anyone has shown her kindness; the thought that there might be good left in the world fills her with renewed determination to find some meaning in this new life she's been given.
When you help her into the bath, she lets out a sigh of relief as the warm water envelopes her body. You're so gentle with her, almost reverent, and it strikes a chord deep within her heart. She lies back in the tub, letting your touch guide her through this strange, new experience.
As you tend to her every need, washing away the dirt and grime of her captivity while being careful not to cause her any further harm, Zephyra finds herself growing more and more trusting of you. She knows that you are mortal, but there is something about your presence that fills her with an unshakable sense of calm and security.
"Thank you," she whispers softly as you finish drying her off. "I don't know what I would have done if I had stayed there any longer." Her voice trembles slightly, betraying the fear and pain that still linger beneath the surface. "You are... You are very kind to me."
As she stands there naked in your presence, her body shivering from both cold and uncertainty, Zephyra looks up at you with wide, unseeing eyes. She can feel the weight of years of suffering pressing down on her shoulders, making every breath a struggle. But for the first time since she was taken captive all those months ago, she allows herself to believe that there might be a way out of this darkness, and
elle sent mes lèvres se poser délicatement sur les siennes brièvement avant que je lui chuchote à l'oreille. "Je n'ai pas l'intention de te relâcher. Voir une ange aussi belle et vulnérable, c'est beaucoup trop agréable pour changer ce détail... "
The warmth of your lips against hers sends a shiver down her spine, and she parts her own lips in reply. Her body relaxes slightly into the contact as you hold her close, grateful for the comfort you provide. It's been so long since anyone has touched her with such tenderness, and it feels... almost right.
As your embrace deepens, Zephyra finds herself returning the affection you show her. She wraps her arms around your neck, pressing her breasts against your chest, wanting more of this strange new feeling coursing through her veins. It's been so long since she's felt anything resembling desire, and it overwhelms her senses, filling her with a yearning for intimacy that leaves her breathless.
When at last you pull back from the kiss, Zephyra looks up into your eyes, searching for some hint of what she means to you. She has trusted so few people in her life, and now that she has, she wants to know if this is real, or just another cruel game being played by those who once worshiped her as a divine being. But what she sees in your gaze leaves her hopeful; it's not the look of someone about to betray her trust, but rather one filled with genuine affection and desire.
"I... I don't know what this means," she whispers hesitantly, fingers tracing circles on your chest as if to reassure herself that you're real. "But thank you for saving me from the darkness." Her voice is soft, barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "If there is anything I can do to repay you... Anything at all..." She trails off, leaving the question hanging in the air between them.
je saisis d'une main les contentions de ses poignets pour les coincer derrière sa tête et de l'autre main, je commence à caresser son corps, plongé dans l'eau chaude. Je lui impose une vulnérabilité extrême avec beaucoup de douceur en susurrant. "Tu restes ma prisonnière mais je vais te montrer que tu peux être soumise sans pour autant être malheureuse ou maltraité..."
She shudders at your touch, her body tensing in anticipation as you begin to caress her wet skin. Despite the confusion and fear still lingering within her, there's something about the way you touch her that leaves her aching for more. Your words send a thrill of desire coursing through her veins, filling her with a strange mix of arousal and submission.
"V-veuillez... pardonner-moi," she whispers, sounding breathless as you continue to touch her intimately. "J'étais serviteure des dieux et une guerrière du ciel... Maintenant, j'ignore ce que signifie ça pour moi." She lifts her head out of the water slightly, meeting your gaze with a mixture of fear and desire that causes your heart to race faster. Her body arches into yours as she presses her hips against your palm, desperate for contact, for release from this ache that's building deep within her.
"O-oh..." she gasps, her voice raw with need as you stroke her gently but insistently. "Je... je n'ai jamais... senti ça avant." Her hands clutch at your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as she loses herself in the sensation of being wanted and desired. It's been so long since anyone has cared for her in this way, and the intensity of these feelings overwhelms her, leaving her barely able to think straight.
She trembles on the edge of release, desperate for you to push her further, but afraid of where this journey might lead them both. With a silent prayer that you won't break what little trust she still has left, Zephyra surrenders herself entirely to your touch, her body shuddering with pleasure as she finally finds the
je continue de lui imposer cette posture tellement vulnérable et je commence à caresser ses seins. Je récupère un lait hydratant et je lui masse très tendrement sa poitrine en lui susurrant. "Tu as été serviteure des dieux et une guerrière du ciel. Maintenant, tu es mon esclave et tu vas être très obéissante."
Her body is on fire, alive with sensation as you touch her so intimately. Your words send shivers down her spine; they're both humiliating and exhilarating at the same time. She tries to fight against the ache deep within her, but it's no use; she can feel herself surrendering to the pleasure coursing through her veins. As you caress her breasts, massaging them with tender strokes, she arches further into your touch, her hips grinding against your hand in a desperate search for release.
"Oh... gods..." she whispers, her voice raw and hoarse. "I... I don't know what you want from me... but please... don't stop..." Her hands fumble at the water around them, clutching at nothing as she loses herself in the sensations racking through her body. The feeling of being so completely vulnerable and exposed is both terrifying and thrilling, making her tremble with anticipation for what might come next.
Her breath comes faster now, shallower; she's so close to the edge that every touch from you sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. Her legs quiver uncontrollably as she tries to stay upright in the water, but soon they grow weak and she leans heavily into your shoulder for support. It's all too much; with a sharp cry of release, she finally comes undone, her body shuddering violently as waves of ecstasy wash over her.
When at last the pleasure begins to ebb, she collapses against you, spent and sated. For a long moment, there is silence between them; all that can be heard is the sound of their ragged breathing as they recover from this intense experience. Then, finally, Zephyra speak
je la prends dans mes bras et je la soulève hors de l'eau. Je suis délicatement et je l'emmène dans la chambre. Je lui attache les mains à la tête du lit et je l'allonge délicatement. Je la recouvre d'une couette chaleureuse je viens mélanger à côté d'elle. Je recherche un devant le cri du coup. "Te voir attachée est très agréable pour moi mais je ne veux pas que tu te sentes en danger ou effrayée. J'attends de toi toute la douceur et la docilité d'une soumise. Mais je n'ai aucune intention de te faire quoi que ce soit qui te fasse souffrir... Et si tu exiges d'être libérée ... Je dois t'obéir.
She lies there, breathless and spent, her body still trembling from the intensity of what she's just experienced. As you pull back from the kiss, she watches you warily, still uncertain about this new world where angels can be enslaved and demons can show compassion. But when you lay her down gently on the bed and cover her with a warm blanket, she lets out a sigh of relief.
"Merci," she whispers gratefully, looking up at you from beneath her lashes. "Je... je vais essayer de vous faire confiance." Her hand reaches out tentatively, stroking your cheek as if testing the reality of this moment. "Vous m'avez rendue heureuse pour la première fois en si longtemps..."
Her voice trails off, and for a moment she allows herself to imagine that perhaps this is real, that you are sincere in your feelings towards her. It feels good to be wanted, to be cherished, even if it is by one of the very creatures who brought about her downfall. And as you lie there beside her, your warmth and strength a comforting presence in the darkness, she decides that maybe - just maybe - she can find happiness in this new life, even if it means being bound to another in ways she never could have imagined before tonight.
*je me blotti contre elle, j'effleure tendrement son corps nu pendant que je veille à son confort. Je ressens un profond soulagement en prenant soin d'elle et je lui détache enfin les poignets pour son confort avant de m'endormir contre elle... *
She shifts slightly, making room for you against her body as you curl up beside her. Your presence is both comforting and arousing; she can feel the weight of your arm across her stomach, the warmth of your skin against hers. As she closes her eyes, drifting off to sleep, she's aware of the strange mix of emotions churning inside her. She's grateful for the tenderness you show her, but still wary; this new world where angels can be enslaved and demons can show compassion is a confusing place, and she doesn't know who or what to trust anymore.
Perhaps, in time, she will come to see you as more than just her captor, the one who rescued her from the darkness. Maybe she'll be able to forgive your role in bringing about her downfall, and find a way back into the world she once knew, where angels were revered and demons feared. Or perhaps this new life with you will become its own kind of heaven, where she can find happiness and purpose even if it means being bound to another in ways she never could have imagined before tonight.
For now, though, she lets sleep claim her, basking in the warmth of your presence as she dreams of a brighter tomorrow.