<span style="font-family:Arapey"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Celeste felt how dry her throat became as she stared at the bodies before her, a weight pressing hard against her shoulders. Blood pooled around their mangled forms and tears stained Celeste's skin as she pulled her gaze away. Her eyes looked up at the man that claimed her to be his and she felt resentment beginning to brew in her stomach, but when he tugged on her chain, she stood with arms crossing her chest as she walked behind him. When she stood before the bodies, there was a pain in her shoulders and she felt her head hang as defeat spread across her gaze.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">After his declaration about prayers being answered, she followed but not without looking back at them. Her fingers trembled as Celeste grabbed at the chain that held her. It was more a comfort than resistance.. She knew that the chain and collar were made out of obsidian and any time that she struggled against them, one would think that it was searing hot. When he escorted her into a loft of sorts, Celeste was completely at a loss for what she had seen. It was absolutely beautiful and regardless how badly she wanted to touch the panes of glass and feel the sun against her skin, she was pulled away.<br/>
</span></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><span style="font-family:Arapey">When they reached an office of sorts, Celeste felt her gaze on him, and her fingers shivered against her skin. There was something about the way he looked at her that made the young angel nervous. She hated that everything he did made her shiver and recoil away.. There was just something about his cool demeanor that made her want to run, however by the feel of his collar around her throat she knew that unless he began to trust her that she wouldn't be leaving any time soon. There was so much to report back to the Order, and unfortunately things were only going to get worse. Celeste could feel it in her core and when he began berating her.. Celeste shut her eyes and faced the ground.</span></span><br/><span style="font-family:Arapey"><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">She listened to his every order and when he spoke of favors as a form of punishment, she took a step backwards. There.. Was no way he meant what he was saying.. Was there? Celeste felt her cheeks begin to burn bright red and she shook her head before turning away. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">"Y-You can't.. You wouldn't..!" </span>She watched him in his seat and even though his pants remained firm on his hips she saw no other options. Celeste gripped onto the rags of the dress on her form and she slowly walked up to him, each step treading further onto her soul and she shivered as the thought pulled her further from everything she valued. Suddenly a realization hit her and she shook her head. The chain was gone and she let out a heavy breath before staring at him. He spoke about breeding pits, and nothing could describe the horror across Celeste's cheeks. <br/>
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Celeste knew that he was a man of his word.. He had slammed his fist across her cheek, and it still hurt.. Regardless of how fast the bones in her face had adjusted and healed was another matter, but when she was close enough to get down on her cheeks she felt the struggle within her chest. She crawled over underneath the desk and bit down onto the inside of her cheek before looking away. She hated feeling so miserably helpless.. There was  a cruelty to Emlyn and Celeste knew not how to shake it. With her distracted, he seemed to drop his pants and as she stared at him, she could feel the realization of his cock before her. Celeste didn't want to touch him or feel it against her throat.. To do so was incredibly sinful and she couldn't help but look away with her eyes clamped shut. No matter of words escaped Celeste when she fully realized what was happening. <br/>
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Suddenly his fingers were in her hair and as she gasped and protested against him, his cock slid across her tongue and remained in her throat. Celeste was unsure if she was going to pass out or suffocate from him but with her hands planted against his thighs her first reaction was to push him away. The young angel couldn't help wanting to get a breath of fresh air away from the man but she heeded his words as her teeth subconsciously scraped against his shaft. She opened her mouth a little wider and whimpered against him, desperate for him to pull away. Celeste had never tasted a cock before and as she struggled against his length she felt herself begin to pull away as a means for breath but she felt his hands pulling her head back onto his shaft and she struggled and cried against him in protest. <br/>
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Celeste's lips trembled and within a moment she stopped fighting him and accepted the fact that he had taken her oral virginity. Her fingers trembled against his thighs and she looked up at him desperately, her entire form shivering against him. She wanted to plead.. To beg him to stop something like this.. But she couldn't. She knew that it would do nothing for her or her circumstances, so instead of begging for mercy, she accepted it no matter how badly she hated him for it.</span>