The Light Never Dies (mistressemmeline & AndyZ)
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				Title: <strong>The Light Never Dies (mistressemmeline &amp; AndyZ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mistressemmeline</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 08:34:13</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://swipe.swipelife.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/emmy-rossum-details-main.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Anzhela stalked down the dark street, the inky black of the velvet night punctuated only by the occasional street light. Her black trench-coat made her almost blend in with her surroundings, making her seem more like a creature of the night than the angel she actually was. Or, had been. Either way, she didn't seem out of place in the back-streets of the dirty city as she advanced towards her destination. She had acquired her own apartment, a basement downtown that afforded both privacy and seclusion. Just the way she liked it.<br><br>Only one thing irked the fallen angel. She had sensed... a presence. Not a malignant presence but whoever was following her had yet to show their face and until they did she was uncomfortable. Her footsteps echoed on the pavement thanks to her thick soled boots and masked any sound that may have given her follower away. But they would emerge soon. Of that Anzhela was sure.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Light Never Dies (mistressemmeline &amp; AndyZ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 20:15:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V6YBS8pfcbE/Tb8xVJ8NGbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6u41ahdATYA/s1600/MaleAngel.jpg)</div><br>Out from the alleyway floated one of the angels, Andarithel, looking concerned for her.&nbsp; Though he softly glowed to display his presence, the humans just never seemed to notice true angels.&nbsp; Perhaps it was a degree of faith or innocence, but some saw ordinary people, some a trick of the light, and far too many just never saw anything at all.<br><br>"Anzhela," he said gently, a hand outstretched towards her as he looked to her compassionately.&nbsp; "We miss you.&nbsp; You know that all it will take is for you to open your heart and let yourself be forgiven.&nbsp; Won't you please come back to us?"&nbsp; His bare feet landed gently upon the pavement as he left his arm out close enough for her to reach and grasp, but she would have to take his hand on her own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Light Never Dies (mistressemmeline &amp; AndyZ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mistressemmeline</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 20:53:21</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Anzhela turned to find herself face to face with Andarithel, who looked do out of place in this dirty, smoky part of town. When he spoke, he spoke with a gentle voice, his tone silky and softy. Heavenly. She hated that and hated him for his compassion and the way he was looking at her now, as if he was right and good, that she would just agree to come with him after all she felt.<br><br>"You seem wise, Andarithel, but for all your appearance of wisdom you know not of what you speak," Anzhela whispered, her breath turning to mist in the cool night air. "I do not seek the love and forgiveness of the angels." Looking down at his outstretched hand, pleading with her in such a simple gesture, she could almost feel guilt. Almost. But the sight of Andarithel's great white wings and his glowing divinity... it made her sick to her stomach. She was through with that world.<br><br>She lusted for the darker side of human life. It was something that he could never hope to understand or imagine.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Light Never Dies (mistressemmeline &amp; AndyZ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 21:17:09</strong>
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				Yet he stayed with her, walking over closer to her side and leaving his arm outstretched to her.&nbsp; He would follow along with her as she went, always patient, always caring, willing to welcome her back when she was ready.&nbsp; He didn't want to leave her alone to be lost.&nbsp; "May I walk with you?" he asked gently and compassionately.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Light Never Dies (mistressemmeline &amp; AndyZ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mistressemmeline</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 21:25:24</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Anzhela barely suppressed a roll of her eyes. "You may," she told him impatiently, a small smirk on her face as she continued her purposeful stride only a few more meters before reaching the stairs that led down to her basement room, where she might finally find some peace from him. "Thank you for walking me home."<br><br>Flicking her hair over her shoulder with a satisfied feeling, she took the view steps down to the door and dug in the pocket of her coat to find the key, hoping Andarithel would take the hint and leave her be. If he asked to come into her domain, she might not be so nice to him. Then he would be sure to regret ever following her into the world of mortals.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Light Never Dies (mistressemmeline &amp; AndyZ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 23:56:12</strong>
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				The angel followed right along with her, the soft light he gave off ever gentle and peaceful.&nbsp; If she tried to kill him, he would only just return to Heaven, but he didn't seem that worried about it in any case.&nbsp; "Are you happy?" he asked her gently as he followed.&nbsp; When she reached the door, he waited patiently for her to unlock it but clearly intended to just wander in after her.&nbsp; "You don't seem happy, and I'm worried for you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Light Never Dies (mistressemmeline &amp; AndyZ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mistressemmeline</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 08:04:37</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Anzhela pulled out her key and unlocked it, only faltering slightly when he asked if she was happy. Turning, she looked at Andarithel with a small smile. "I am content and happier than I was in heaven," she replied honestly, looking into his eyes. For it was true she was happier here, but there was something missing, something she craved in the darkness that had begun to cast its shadow on her soul.<br><br>She turned and opened the door, hesitating once more. Maybe he could give her something, something she wanted badly. There had been... things, certain lifestyles that had intrigued her. She felt hurt and betrayed that God wouldn't just let her wander this path alone and had allowed an angel to follow her and she wanted to show how she felt. Anzhela knew that taking out her anger and frustration would help her heal, but would also help her give in to the darkness.<br><br>"Would you... like to stay?" she asked the other angel, sealing her fate. Soon, she would truly fall.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Light Never Dies (mistressemmeline &amp; AndyZ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 08:26:18</strong>
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				He just didn't understand.&nbsp; He couldn't imagine why she would actively seek the darkness, that her soul would call out for it, that she wouldn't miss the light and seek to return.&nbsp; He reached out his hand once more to her, attempting to put a hand on her shoulder.&nbsp; His thick muscles flexed ever so slightly.&nbsp; "I'll be glad to stay," he replied.&nbsp; "You're not alone.&nbsp; I think you know that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Light Never Dies (mistressemmeline &amp; AndyZ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mistressemmeline</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 20:59:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.emmy-rossum.net/pictures/albums/PhotoShoots/Vegas/4.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Anzhela saw him reach out to touch her and shrugged away, opening the door as she did so. "I don't need your pity," she hissed. "And what would you know about being alone? You do not know what it's like to feel alone in the darkness, walls closing in on you and urging you to give in."<br><br>Striding into the basement, she switched the light on, a single bulb that hung from the ceiling, highlighting a sparse and dark room with very little in it. A bed to one side of the room with closet next to it, a couch, and another door that led off to the bathroom. It wasn't much, but Anzhela liked the simplicity. It wasn't perfect. She was done with perfect.<br><br>Pulling off her trench coat, she looked to Andarithel. "What is it you want?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Light Never Dies (mistressemmeline &amp; AndyZ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 22:14:13</strong>
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				"It only feels like the darkness is closing in because your own light is fading, Anzhela."&nbsp; He moved over closer to her, attempting to reach over and give her a hug.&nbsp; "We're all here for you.&nbsp; We're all cheering for you.&nbsp; We miss you, but we'll wait for you to be ready to come back.&nbsp; If you feel alone, though, I'll be happy to stay with you."<br><br>He didn't sleep, or at least never had to before, but he hadn't been used to extended excursions on Earth yet.&nbsp; He was content with the idea that he could stay with her.&nbsp; "Even if you don't want to come home yet, Anzhela, I want you to know that you aren't forgotten.&nbsp; I'd rather stay just for the chance to spend the time with you again unless you truly don't want me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Light Never Dies (mistressemmeline &amp; AndyZ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mistressemmeline</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 08:21:23</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Anzhela let his arms fall around her, accepting the contact though she wanted nothing more than to tell him exactly where he could put his pity and sympathy. She hated him for his piety and faithfulness to a master who could never truly understand what it was like to be a human.<br><br>Turning to look into his eyes, she disguised the annoyance and hatred, pushing it far back into her ming and instead let other feelings bubble to her surface, another she had been repressing since he had arrived. Desire bubbled within her, setting a slow-burning flame in her, the heart of her human form beating quickly as she let the sins of the flesh engulf her.<br><br>"I do want you, angel Andarithel. More than you know," she told him softly, in a voice laden with heavy emotion. Could he resist her call to darkness? Would he even try?</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Light Never Dies (mistressemmeline &amp; AndyZ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 14:03:16</strong>
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				He kept his arms tight around her, gently stroking her back in happy reassurance.&nbsp; "Anzhela, whenever you're ready to return, we'll be glad to have you.&nbsp; However, I really don't think you'll find any peace here."&nbsp; Mistaking her desire for warmth and compassion, he let his hands move up to stroke gently at her hair.&nbsp; "I know you'll need some time to accept that.&nbsp; I'll stay here with you for as long as you'll have me, as long as it takes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Light Never Dies (mistressemmeline &amp; AndyZ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mistressemmeline</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 22:21:03</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The fallen angel smiled seductively and reached up, placing her arms around his neck, pert breasts pressed against his solid chest. How could he not desire her? ow could he not feel her want for him? Stroking the back of his neck with long, silky fingers, she stood on her toes, pressing her lips to Andarithel's.<br><br>Desire flowed through her veins, all through her body from her lips, coursing right down to her toes encased in dark heels. He did not respond, but she knew that was because he knew not how. Sins of the flesh were not permitted in heaven and the way her body responded to him was certainly very sinful.<br><br>Pulling back, she studied him curiously. "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned," she murmured in a tone that was not contrite at all as she ran her tongue over her lips.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Light Never Dies (mistressemmeline &amp; AndyZ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 22:50:15</strong>
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				He kissed her back gently and sweetly, but the kiss was like a brother, concerned for her and wanting to make sure that she was alright.&nbsp; His arms held her close and he didn't really respond or react when she ran her tongue over his lips.&nbsp; He didn't really seem sure how to respond, what she would do, or perhaps he understood and simply wasn't going to fight her any more than he was going to let her deepen things.<br><br>He let her have a few moments, almost a sort of gift to her as he saw it before he withdrew, though his hug remained.&nbsp; "Does this make you happy?" he asked gently, no judgment in his tone but only concern for her.&nbsp; "Are you truly content, or are you merely seeking the shadows and confused when you don't find the light on the other side?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Light Never Dies (mistressemmeline &amp; AndyZ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mistressemmeline</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 00:21:45</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"Very happy," Anzhela purred, her body pressed up against his, eyes glowing. "If you couldn't tell, angel, I am more than content right here, right now. Can you not feel it?" Taking one of his hands and placing it just above her breast so he could feel her heart racing, pounding with passion. The way her body responded in human form was more wonderful than anything she'd ever experienced - especially when she was taking control of Andarithel as she was now.<br><br>"Feel it - see how the heart of my human form beats for you? Can you not feel that overwhelming desire, the delicious feeling of it?" she asked, placing her own hand on Andarithel's chest, she could feel no such frantic throbbing. Somehow, she would show him, <em>make</em> him feel the darkness and the shadows, the sins of the flesh. She needed him to understand. "It is unequal to anything I have ever experienced before... and I find I cannot stop searching for it."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Light Never Dies (mistressemmeline &amp; AndyZ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 00:29:07</strong>
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				"But it doesn't really make you happy," he replied, his hand staying just above her breast to feel her heart racing.&nbsp; "There's no sense of contentment, no fulfillment, no inner peace that makes you feel one with all of creation."&nbsp; He really didn't understand, but as long as he was under his own power, he would not give into such feelings.<br><br>Being bound, of course, was another matter.&nbsp; One who was captured was not responsible for the acts of their captor, but such thoughts never really even entered into his mind.&nbsp; He was worried for her more than aroused, and he simply could not fathom her actions.&nbsp; "You don't miss us?" he asked gently.&nbsp; "You don't feel incomplete here on Earth?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Light Never Dies (mistressemmeline &amp; AndyZ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mistressemmeline</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 00:46:51</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Anzhela shook her head, willing him to understand. "I never felt complete in heaven - I do not feel it here. I came to Earth seeking what I was missing and now I know what it was, I cannot take it back to heaven and be truly happy," she explained, her voice growing impatient. "As for missing <em>you</em>... I find that I do not miss the incomprehension and holier-than-thou attitude of my kinsmen."<br><br>He did not understand her... maybe he never would. But she wanted him to feel. He would not surrender himself to the feelings she described, so how could he know what it felt to not fit in either world, but somewhere in-between. Decisively, Anzhela slid her hand down his chest to the flimsy loin-cloth that covered (what she had found in the human world) a very powerful tool that controlled most men. Smiling, she dipped her hand beneath the pristine whit fabric and stroked his penis teasingly.<br><br>Somehow, she would make him feel.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Light Never Dies (mistressemmeline &amp; AndyZ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 00:54:24</strong>
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				It only took a touch before he started to feel aroused, but he attempted to step back from her in surprise, releasing her and looking almost a little hurt for her transgress.&nbsp; Yet he was still clearly willing to forgive.&nbsp; "Do you seek a child, Anzhela?&nbsp; You won't be able to have one with me; you should know that."<br><br>He took a breath, still a bit confused.&nbsp; "Would you like me to help you find a loving father?&nbsp; Someone who will make you feel loved and happy in a way in which the angels never truly feel, since they are never given in marriage?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Light Never Dies (mistressemmeline &amp; AndyZ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mistressemmeline</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 01:01:26</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"Oh Andarithel," Anzhela murmured in a condescending tone, shaking her head. "I do not seek a child, nor do I seek a husband. I seek <em>you</em>, here and now. Have you never been curious of what it is like to make love? I have. I have sought it and found it to be most excellent, especially with the use of certain elements."<br><br>She walked forward, backing him towards the bed. "To be perfectly clear, angel, I want you to become mine."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Light Never Dies (mistressemmeline &amp; AndyZ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 01:27:34</strong>
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				He moved back suddenly, a bit surprised and slipping back until he fell upon the bed.&nbsp; "Anzhela, I don't think you know what you're asking.&nbsp; Such things are not meant for angels.&nbsp; You seek something fleeting at the cost of true perfection."&nbsp; He couldn't really get rid of his erection just like that, but it was starting to fade again.&nbsp; Once he realized that he fell, he started to scramble back towards the other side, though he didn't know what he was doing and it would take him some time.&nbsp; It seemed as though he thought his presence was tempting her and it would be best if he just left, perhaps to find her a female angel to stay with her for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Light Never Dies (mistressemmeline &amp; AndyZ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mistressemmeline</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 21:38:17</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Anzhela shook her head with smile and followed him onto the bed, sitting on him so their crotches rubbed together as she leaned down and grabbed each of his hands with each of her own. "I am no angel, Andarithel, my body is now in human-form," she explained, her lips inches from his as she softly panted out the words. "Just surrender yourself to the darkness, if only for a while. It's so beautiful."<br><br>Tracing his chiseled jaw with small, chaste kisses, Anzhela felt her desire growing, the lace of her underwear starting to become soaked with her juices as she rubbed against his crotch, which felt as if it was beginning to respond to her. "Just surrender to me," she whispered, claiming his lips as her own as they melted together, smooth as butter.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Light Never Dies (mistressemmeline &amp; AndyZ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 22:05:04</strong>
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				He wasn't really able to stop her, and he couldn't easily get away without having to push her off of him and perhaps hurt her.&nbsp; His body was starting to react from having spend so much time corporeal, but he still had his mind and knew that he didn't have to give in.&nbsp; He froze at the kiss, staying still as if hoping that she would forget or not notice him.&nbsp; He was starting to get hard despite himself, but he still had to escape if he could figure a way out.&nbsp; "This isn't what you want, Anzhela.&nbsp; This intimacy, this love you seek cannot be found in the perversion of the body's needs.&nbsp; You should stop this."&nbsp; It was getting harder for him to think, but he would not surrender himself willingly.
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