Page 109 of Fallen: Darkness Ascending, Vol.1

SOLARETH

B efore she can push me away again, I thread my fingers in her hair and guide her where she truly wants to be. Her words may deny our inevitable union, but her body…

A groan escapes me when her hot mouth wraps around my cock, sucking it as if she was left ravenous for centuries.

And perhaps she had been. Her past lovers—if they could even be called that—each met brutal, untimely ends, though she remains blind to the truth.

I ensured it, threading my dark influence into the mortal realm, twisting the minds of those who worshipped me in shadows, their blind devotion serving my will.

“That’s it, angelica. You please me greatly. Let me continue to show you how we will reshape this wretched world.”

Satisfaction laces through my being as I watch tears form in her eyes from my thrusting. She takes me beautifully, drool leaking down the side of her lips.

But I am a selfish and unjust master who’s waited too long in my prison. I lure her into thinking she will be fed my seed, only to pull her mouth away and drag her up my body.

“Wha—”

She wraps her legs around me and I carry her away from the wall I’ve erected, pulling her deeper into my realm.

When her mind fog clears, my wings snap behind me, fighting for her focus. She frowns in confusion and I throw her face down onto the ground, pressing my forearm against her upper back to keep her in place.

“What are you doing?” she shrieks, but my fingers are already inside her, exploring, spreading her arousal onto her inner thighs before slipping my thumb into her mouth.

“Do you humans always complain so much when offered such freely given temptation? The more you fight, the more your pussy tightens around my fingers, begging me to stretch it. Is that why you fight, angelica?”

Her little teeth sinks into my thumb and I hiss sharply, snapping back with a bite to her shoulder. Rage coils through me like poison—my flesh twists and tears as a cruel, jagged spine rips free, driven by the storm of my fury.

“Is it my anger you hunger for, angelica? To see me reduce everything you love and know to ash and stained bones?” I growl, the words thick with menace. My cock leaks at the proximity of her pussy, begging to breed her until she comes to her senses.

“You were going to destroy them all anyway,” she snaps.

I lean in close, voice cold and cutting. “I was planning to give you the world—but only after I burned their fragile lives to cinders. Their suffering was always the price.”

With a hard thrust against her hot entrance, my fury threatens to explode when her body’s inability to accommodate my size stops me halfway. Must her entire existence deny me at such a pivotal moment?

She keens and cries, making my cock throb with lascivious need.

My fury cools into a dark, twisted amusement as I see how deftly she’s woven her web around me. Of course this was always our fate, tangled in manipulation and ruination.

I thrust again and she sobs. Her pain is excruciatingly beautiful and I can’t help but delight in it. But her womb is more precious than my debauchery, and so I tease her clit, coaxing her to open up for me. My other hand massages her breast as I inhale her essence into me.

“You’re more beautiful than the night itself, angelica—dangerous, untamed, and yet I’ve doomed you with my touch.”

She shakes her head and I give another thrust, slipping in another inch.

“Your fire burns hotter than any hell I’ve known. Let it consume you…”

“You’re too big. You’re going to rip me in two.”

I chuckle and trail kisses along her spine. “Is that what you want from me? I would be more than happy to fulfill your desires.”

My fingers quicken and I can feel her arousal dripping, letting me slip in another inch.

“It’s not going to fit, Solareth!”

Such little faith. I pinch her clit and slip my finger between my cock, inside of her, teasing her entrance with a warning of more.

“You were born to be mine, the fire to ignite my bloodline’s rebirth. We will make it fit.”

Her body shakes beneath me as her breathing comes in rapid pants the further I slip into her womb .

“That’s it, relax for me, angelica. Let your body answer my call.”

“It’s too much. Please…”

I groan at her plea, the sweet sound of her spirit breaking on the brink of full surrender. Does she not realize I can feel the way her body pushes against me, wanting to swallow my cock whole? Begging to be filled.

Her tightness claws at my sanity, twisting my body deeper into monstrous form—each pulse fueling the dark beast I am becoming.

“Your mother begged too, but Father Andrei had already defiled her…”

She gasps and her pussy grips my cock.

Both pain and pleasure lances through me as my flesh warps and shifts—slow, terrible, deliberate.

Bones crack and reshape beneath my skin, curling and thickening into grotesque spikes that tear through sinew and muscle.

My fingers elongate, nails sharpening into blackened talons that scrape the stone beneath us.

My spine twists violently, ribs flaring outward like jagged blades, splitting open as dark, pulsating veins writhe beneath the surface.

“Every breath you take is a promise of the destruction I’ve chained to your name,” I grit out against the immeasurable pleasure. “You carry their fate, even as I break your spirit.”

Another thrust, another inch and horns burst from my skull with a sickening snap, twisting toward the sky like corrupted crowns. A guttural growl rumbles from deep within as my eyes blaze with infernal fire, the heat searing the shadows around us as I finally seat myself fully inside of her.

This monstrous, cursed shell is the true reflection of what she’s made me—an ancient predator, bound by rage and hunger, breaking free at last.

“You are the shadow in my soul, the wound I inflicted—and the price for your salvation.”

Her pussy constricts around me as I begin a brutal pace, a race to ensure she carries the seed of my ancient power. With mounting voracity, I watch as she claws the ground beneath her, trying to squirm away only to have me grip her hips and pull her back.

“Now, now, angelica. Your arousal threatens to drown us both, do not deny it. Do not run from it.”

Falling forward, I cover her body with mine, the tip of my wings broken blades that stab into the back of her hand to keep her in place beneath me as I ravage her. She cries out in pain, but it quickly morphs into pleasure as I lick her blood before turning her head toward me for a depraved kiss.

She bites down hard on my tongue in retribution, and as our blood mixes, a savage fire ignites between me—wild, untamed, and all-consuming. Does she not realize she’s inadvertently forged another covenant between us?

My thrust becomes erratic as pleasure climbs faster and faster. My hand continues to manipulate her body’s response and my nostrils flare when she cries out in forced ecstasy, no longer able to hold back. With a wicked smile, I like the smear of blood at the corner of her mouth.

As she rides her climax, I watch with reverence as her mind and body finally surrenders, lost between realms, her spirit at its most vulnerable.

“Come for me, angelica. You’re beautiful in your pain.”

Her body spasms as another climax hits her, tightening around my cock agonizingly. I push myself to the brink then slow down just enough to torture her with the aftershocks of her pleasure.

“Together, we will forge a new empire,” I groan in pain. “One sealed by flesh, by blood, by bond.”

“I can’t take anymore. Please, stop.”

“I’ll never stop, angelica,” I grunt, driving myself harder, savoring the exquisite torment I inflict upon myself. “Don’t you see? It was never a choice for either of us.”

I dig my claws into her hips and firmly grip her as I batter her womb with my cock until finally, my eyes roll to the back of my head, and an unholy light bursts forth from within me—an eerie, spectral glow that flickers like a twisted flame.

My cock pulses hot jets of my release into her virgin womb, sealing away her last vestiges of escaping me.

Shadows writhe and recoil, swallowed by the unnatural radiance that spills from my very soul.

The air thickens with a suffocating chill as whispers from forgotten realms echo through the veil, heralding the rise of a power long imprisoned and now unleashed.

My form trembles, caught between monstrous metamorphosis and celestial ruin—a harbinger of damnation veiled in unholy light.

My cock continues to fill her, the flesh of her belly tightening from my abundant gift.

“In surrendering to me, you become the mother of a fate no one can escape.”

She sobs beautifully on the ground. Pulling my wings back, blood sprays from the back of her hand and my mouth waters. I lean in to savor her offering, worshiping her body with my tongue.

“Shh, my little flame,” I hum against her skin, before turning her sans detachment.

Tears streak down her cheeks, her bottom lip quivering with lingering delicate defiance.

I lift us both into a seated embrace, our bodies still entwined, unbroken.

Has anything ever worn such fragile beauty, such raw divinity, in a mortal shell?

It stirs something arrogant and awestruck within me—a reckless admiration for the masterpiece she is, even as I claim her entirely.

“Our union is the crucible where worlds will burn, and empires rise from ash.” I admire the wounds, the sigils carved into her chest as if it’s a gift she freely offers me.

“It won’t happen. I won’t let it,” she whispers, voice trembling.

Humans—fragile, fierce, endlessly fascinating. And hers—a bloodline forged with the strength to succeed where all others have faltered and ended in death.

I lean in, pressing my lips to hers with reverence, a dark satisfaction simmering beneath the slow, dangerous dance of our tongues.

I don’t answer her. I don’t need to. Our fates are sealed in this moment, entwined beyond undoing. Destiny demands sacrifice—and together, we will be the architects of a new world.