Demon Angels

The man in the television, the one that claimed to be a time traveler? He spoke of quantum-locked creatures, evil things, "lonely assassins".... His one bit of advice: "Don't blink."

I didn't listen. I blinked. I turned my back on the angels for only a moment. I blinked. The stone statues crept nearer. I blinked. How do you stop a freight train hauling full speed down the track? You don't. I blinked. Assassins? Those sharp teeth! I blinked. Claws thicker than my fingers. I blinked. They were upon me, then.

Out of fear, I closed my eyes. If the man on the television was right, I was dead. Why stare death in the face? Especially a cold, grey, concrete death with wings.

What came next was surely death - but not the end of life. It was the ultimate explosion of life.

Stone tore at my clothes. Cold hands pressed against my flesh. Three angels worked in tandem and I was soon lifted off the ground, my feet dangled below me. My arms were held wide, my hips pulled forward, and my legs spread around a creature so soft, I opened my eyes in surprise.

I was suspended in a statue contraption; I was the living centerpiece of a tangle of stone arms and wings. The once soft body between my legs was hard as rock, a solid angel preparing to force his entry into my exposed sex. The absurdity of it all rode alongside the sudden thought that I must be quite the sight at that moment. Who would believe that I was not part of some elaborate erotic art display?

As happens naturally, I blinked.

I caught my breath and stared at the monstrous thing in front of me with a weapon of certain death pointed at my cunt. These creatures were quick and in that single blink of an eye, my attacker had doubled in size. His accomplices were just as fast, each now clenching a breast in their talons. There was no pain, only mild discomfort - a shock to my mind.

I blinked again.

A moan escaped my lips as I opened my eyes to find my nipples clamped between impossibly placed concrete fingers. The hips of the angel between my thighs hadn't moved much closer, but he had shifted his angle to gently press against my skin.

Another blink.

My legs were now lodged between the wings and the creature's body, his hands positioned around my waist. A fraction of a second had seen little movement from the two holding me up, but my nipples stung from repeated rolling. Quantum-locked? I began to understand their speed. I bit my lip and took a deep breath.

I closed my eyes for an intentionally long blink.

I panted and stared at the stone hands grasping my waist. One thumb was positioned lower; it had been grazing my clitoris nanoseconds before. I looked to the two still lifting my arms and gripping my breasts and saw their eyes, their empty eyes, staring through me. It was unnerving, but in a good way - in that way that you know you are just a sex object to be used, at least momentarily. I needed no more proof than their own erections lifting the carved cloth below me.

I realized in that moment that I held the power. My body was excited, tight, wet, and waiting. And I controlled eternity.

My lips broke into a devious smile. My eyes closed, and I gave myself to the infinite pleasures offered by these angels. Demon angels.

There can be no talk of their skills as lovers, for they did not love me. They fucked me, fully and truly, taking turns holding me up, slamming into me faster than I ever knew possible, and releasing their essence deep within me. As they spun around me, I kept my eyes tight, focused on every inch of their soft skin against my flesh, every thrust of their release, every firm grip of their hands.

It was minutes of ecstasy that felt like hours. I clenched my eyes, screaming my pleasure into the quiet cemetery.

Suddenly my throat was on fire; sharpened teeth buried deep in my skin and my eyes shot open. Suspended by angelic hands, I was impaled on a thick rock cock, trapped in a contortion of concrete, but I didn't care. Waves of the orgasm speared through me, spasming my body harder onto the angel locked inside me, pulling my neck back and forth through the jaws of the angel bent over me. My mind was numb, I was blind, but still I remained locked in stone.

Minutes, hours, days, time stopped mattering. I lived a thousand lives in the never-ending orgasm, an eternal death in an explosion of life. I saw stars in galaxies far beyond my own, then black holes collided inside my head. I passed out in the angels' embrace.