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You kept running out in the little island where the very village that raised you abandoned you in. The island wasn’t that big, it was extremely secluded however. Back in the orphanage you grew up in, the people that were left here never came back. Often the ‘sacrifices’ that they left here were the criminals. As of late you noticed that the people in your village slowly grew very restless. Children were no longer allowed to play outside of the house, the skies grew darker and darker every day to a point that it felt like the sun couldn’t even shine its rays. Without the sun, the crops weren’t doing so well. Winter is upon you all in a couple of months and the harvest wasn’t particularly good this year.
They were all rats in your eyes. They fought like animals for the rations and any possible resources that they could get here. The more restless they become the more people they sent to this damn island, and you never thought that once in your life that you would be the one left here. You thought that it was just because they wanted fewer mouths to feed, less people to worry about, but you were wrong.
The crops were dying at a rapid rate right before they stole you away, and when they tried to get all the resources that they could possibly get from the sea, all of the fishes started dying and rotting all over the place. Endless amounts of algae were the only things the fishermen caught. When they caught you one morning no one tried to help you with your pathetic begging. They all watched, they all thanked their stars that it was you and not them.
They had that look in their faces that said ‘Good riddance’
You were seething with fury, too angry and frustrated to cry when they bound and gagged you. They treated you like nothing throwing you around, not caring that they were leaving awful bruises or threatened to break bone more than once during the process of taking you to the boat. You weren’t human to them; you were like a pig being sent to the slaughter house.
Although they handled you roughly, they dressed you in the best white dress they could find only to dirty it. Your (h/l) was all mussed and ragged, mouth a bruised red from shoving your face in all directions. The boat ride to the island felt like hours with ten burly men rowing simultaneously just to make the ride quicker. None of them could face whatever this island was, and neither could you… but here you are.
The various branches snatching at your limbs, threatening to break skin, and you didn’t care. As much as you hated to admit it you were scared, so scared that it made you desperate. You got out of your bonds fairly quick but you couldn’t see a single soul in sight at all. There was no evidence of any human remains or anyone living in this island. What happened to the people here?
‘I’d rather die at sea than wait what lives here’ you thought. Angry tears began spilling this time, your dress was doing your speed no favor. It was now a murky brown-ish grey color from all the rough handling you went through. You haven’t seen a single being when you landed here besides the bastards that left you, but you knew there was something. You can feel the cold air scratch at your throat.
There was something living here you are sure of it.
There was no other footsteps resonating within the area but yours, no one else’s breathing but yours, but why does it feel like there is absolutely something chasing you?!
Your lungs and heart couldn’t take it anymore, everything inside you felt like bursting. You weren’t exactly relieved to see the clearing of sand now that you were so close to getting out or better yet dying from fatigue. You finally slowed down considerably now that the ocean was a few feet away from you. On this end of the island you saw that there was another one in the distance.
The water was calm, the waves only made lulling sounds on the shore. The thin white dress that you wore got soaked at the end immediately absorbing anything that they could. The silence and the stillness of the water gave you a little confidence, the tears washing down your face quickly and stopped just as fast. Maybe if you got to the next island it would be safer, and if you died trying to swim there it would be a better option than staying here to find out what was it exactly that gave this place such an ominous feeling.
You flopped down immediately on the water not caring that the impact hurt because the water was too shallow. You began kicking furiously trying to get away. The salt burned your eyes, getting in your mouth as you struggled to get your limbs to help you swim in a coordinated fashion. Once you were in deep where your feet no longer touched the sand your heart began to pound again. You didn’t want to stop, and you felt like you were about to pass out. The adrenaline waning off of your finally slowing you down yet again
The pain in your limbs were extremely evident and you felt the push of the waves dull down your progress, but nonetheless the island right in front of you gave you a burst of hope. You kept pushing, kept paddling as much as you can. It was finally there and what felt like hours for you evaporated in a minute. Your eyes could no longer open but you kept pushing through not caring in what direction you’re getting at so as long as you can finally feel your feet touch the sand again.
You crawled and collapsed with a loud shout, releasing everything in your system. You breathed, and breathed, your arms and legs felt like they weighed a ton. The only thing you could lift was your head and when you opened your eyes your resolve broke in half.
You scrambled, gulping in generous amounts of air.
It was the same fucking island.
You saw the very same footprints you left in the sand, the very same size impression, or how there was a heavy indent where your knees made impact right before you started to scramble off shore.
The difference this time was that there it was finally.
The very thing that caused you this pain
It stood tall, the moon was so bright but even if it wasn’t covered in the shadows of foliage and trees it was surrounded by darkness, darkness that looked alive. You couldn’t see anything or form out any distinct features besides its tall stature, but you knew that it was staring back at you with a smile.
“I admire the fight you have in you, child.”
The raspy deep voice took the words right out of your mouth, all the fight in you have drained. You forced every single muscle in your body to react; you stumbled turning back only to fall on your front full force, your breasts taking the full impact. Your vision was blurry due to your salty tears this time and the sobs that wracked you didn’t help your breathing. It was pure agony moving like this, your body was shutting down on its own due to the extreme fatigue.
A large hand grabbed your hair and another down your neck, launching you in the air like you weigh nothing. This time you landed on your side and the sand flew all around you. It pained you to breathe as the shock took out all of the wind in you. The tears never stopped and you resigned to your fate slowly. You flipped to your front and tried to crawl or at least made actions like you were but never really going anywhere. The chuckle from the thing was so close to you, you swore you felt its breath over your shoulder. “Now, now, let me have my meal.” It taunted.
The scenery surrounding you was deceptively calm, the waves crashing ever so often, and the stilling winds could have fooled anyone that there was nothing sinister staying in this island. “Please! Get off me!” you begged vehemently. Each word that left your mouth was a painfully desperate plea which only made the dark entity laugh. “Amor” it called you, his gravelly voice sinfully low and seductive. You felt its face sniff the crook of your neck, you felt its sharp nose nuzzle against the skin there. A warm and wet tongue glided over your flesh and sent more fear shooting in your veins. This fear you felt was becoming a physical manifestation of sorts, you can feel your sternum clench, the wind refusing to leave your lungs. It was paralyzing fear.
“What a delicious little morsel you are” he growled out. His hands fluttered down to your ass squeezing one cheek appreciatively and then sliding to your stomach caressing your skin through the sand sticking to your damp clothes. He fisted the flimsy damp cloth and for a brief moment you felt his claws graze your skin. It drove you to the edge, boiling with forcibly contained rage because of fatigue you screamed out as much as you could. “No! Get off of me! I’ll kill you, I’ll burn you alive like the rest of them!” more profanities and threats came out of you the more he tore the only cloth you wear wearing. Everything about you is unable to move besides your head, hate was boiling in you. Your screaming turned you red, every vein in your neck threatened to burst with the force and volume you released in ever scream.
It seemed like the entity behind you finally had enough and flipped you over making you face him. The sand sticking to your body eluded his view of your soft skin. Your eyes landed on his, your anger was still under the same intensity but it got overshadowed with your fear finally. His eyes were a nice dark brown, closer to black. Your breathing stilled but the snarl on your mouth stayed. You saw his dark eyes roam over your face, finally focusing on your plump lips. Your eyes couldn’t correlate with your brain trying to make out what the hell was this entity.
His face was a force of its own enough to still you into almost submission. He has ferocious yet alluring eyes, his nose was sharp befitting his face. His jaw and mouth covered in facial hair but it only added to his appeal. His curly hair was oddly cropped at the sides. The smoke billowed out of him, you couldn’t place where exactly but you were sure it was coming from his oddly ashen skin. He looked like a corpse.
Both of you assessed one another, your nails dug into his arms trying to push him away, which only made him chuckle. “What are you?” you asked, the quiver in your voice betrayed your ferocious appearance.
He smirks at you, showing his sharp teeth. He slowly comes closer, his eyes catching yours making you unable to move further. “I’m the one who’s going to devour you, amor. And I must say-“ he pauses.
A hand snatches your hair forcing you to bare your neck before him. You howl in pain, no longer caring about your situation of undress. “You have to be the most delectable looking they have offered me in a while.” You feel his nose trailing your neck sniffing your closely. “I can taste your fear, your anger, and your sorrow. This mixture of emotion can feel a dead God feel alive again.” He chuckled darkly as he bit into your throat but not enough to draw blood.
Your eyes finally watered, realizing that this could seriously be the end of you. You tired yourself out thinking that you could escape. The demon God had tricked you.
You looked up staring at the stars ignoring the hands roaming your body. Your sobs finally became heard and he rejoiced. “That’s it. Your desperation is delicious. It mixes with your innocence well.” His growls reverberated through your at the proximity. He was equally as naked as you, you can feel raw power from him.
You mustered up the courage to finally look at him. “You’re going to kill me” you said, stating a fact rather than a question; His hand at your neck as he warmly fondles your breast, playing with a pert nipple. “If you serve your purpose right, I won’t eat you like the rest.” His statement ripped a sob out of you. Your vision was threatening to further darken pulling you to sleep. He noticed and refused to allow this, not until he forced all the sensations he was about to on you.
His mouth dove for yours, nipping and sucking at your lips with equal fervor. You struggled but he easily overpowers you. His tongue demanded permission and you wouldn’t allow it. His clawed hand dug around your arm piercing the skin making you yelp, the only opportunity he needed to invade your mouth.
His eyes almost rolled at the back of his head, loving at how sweet and divine you tasted. His growl of appreciation sent shivers through you, making that thing between your legs feel things it hasn’t before. His tongue tasted sinful, like it was wrong. Both his hands came up to your face to stop your struggling, and no matter how tight you gripped his hands, scratched and clawed, nothing happened to him, you just amused him with your tiny efforts of escape.
His kisses turn passionate the more he tasted you and your legs became frantic in return. He easily maneuvers you so he was now situated right on your heat. You gasped at how hot he has become, something was prodding your thigh and you were sure it was his length. You never had taken interest in men, you were too busy thinking about how to live the next day, but that never stopped you from listening to the stories of the married women who worked in the orphanage, or the girls your age that were equally as adventurous.
“S-stop! Stop!” your fear spiked dulling the mock anger you carried now. The billowing black smoke took to life holding your hands above your head, panic struck like lightning urging you to protest. “Please!” a pathetic whimper came out of your mouth, the demons hips rolled against yours, making you feel just how hot and hard he was. His hands roamed your now dry skin, dusting off the sand and salt. He licked your neck as you struggled deliciously against him.
“I want you to scream my name. There is no God here to save you, only me.” Your tears blurred your vision of him and his demonically handsome face. “Gabriel” he growls out. Another roll of his hips against yours sent shocks of unwanted pleasure in you. “Please, no.” the fight and hubris now completely drained out of you as his face went past your hips, resting on top of your mound. His breath ghosted over your now slick heat. “Oh, amor, you smell divine here” he groans out and you bucked away from him. this action was easily thwarted by this strong and muscular arms over your thighs, flinging your legs over his shoulders as he dove to suck on your clit. His warm tongue felt like fire to you, and you could no longer tell if the dampness was coming from you or his mouth. You throbbed against him, your tears now mixing with the unwanted pleasure.
His tongue swept over your slit, showering attention and fervor to your clit in particular and sucking vehemently. This taste felt like fresh water to Gabriel, after being cursed to stay in this island for eternity drained him of his life energy. You were nothing like the men and women who he devoured who only sustained him physically but did not further provide anymore use than just that.
You tugged at your hands furiously when you felt a new sensation rip through you. The tight not in your abdomen had you clenching and moaning wantonly like never before. His eyes watched you writhe as he tongued your clit long enough for you not to notice he inserted a thick finger in you. Your hips buckled and you felt the sting replaced by pleasure. Your walls fluttered, warning Gabriel that your undoing is close. He growled out against your clit at the lustful sounds your were making, the sound of his fingers and tongue plus your moans was enough to make a lesser man to come just from the sound itself. The moment he added another finger your vision drowned in white, your body uncontrollably buckled and spasm The pleasure blinding your for a moment as you couldn’t help but close your eyes, and he watched you come undone beneath him.
Your voice was now hoarse, with a dry mouth and an aching throat your vision was starting to fade to black again. You long have forgotten the purpose of your limbs opting to catch your breath rather than struggle. He admired how your chest rose and fell, your pebbled nipples teasing him, his length twitched in his hands, excited to feel your warmth all over him. Your eyes landed on him, his massive cock nudging past your lower lips. You sobbed loudly, the pain was burning you. The hands on your thighs gripped tighter, guaranteeing a bruise if ever you wake up alive from this encounter.
He slid in slowly making sure you felt every inch of him. His sheer size hit you in certain spots you didn’t know was there eliciting pain and euphoric like pleasure. You weren’t so sure why you were crying anymore, the bliss, this made you feel warmth like never before. Gabriel rolls his hips against yours, eliciting more noise and pleasure out of you. He smiled again enjoying seeing you writhing against him, shining under the moon with sweat and a tear stained face. You were so gorgeous he couldn’t help but dissipate the mist that held your hands above your head. He met zero resistance when he swooped down to kiss you fervently while making your wrap your arms around him, enveloping him with your softness. His mouth latched onto your neglected nipples alternating between each one enjoying you shudder in pleasure.
He thrusts particularly hard this time making you beg, “P-please, please, Gabe- Gabriel.” Your voice moaning his name out made his actions all the more feverish. He slammed his hips against yours faster and harsher. His lips enveloped yours, taking in your moans. “That’s it, say my name.” his hands cupped both sides of your face, your kisses in tune with each thrust, tongue lapping up one another. “Say my name” he growled out very low, his intense eyes turning fully black covering even the white parts.
Your tears fell again from fear and the confusing arousal you felt from seeing this happen. Your warm heat clenched around him tighter, and he growled out in response. The deep and sinful vibrations from his strong chest placed a bashful and genuine blush to your cheeks, he was extremely masculine unlike any man you have met before. You shook again, this orgasm pulled all of your strength away writhing helplessly. “Please, Gabriel.” You whimpered but he kept going, he brushed the tears out of your eyes humming and kissing your everywhere he could. He hushed your tears and begging, “I- I can’t do this anymore, p-please stop.” you sounded breathless as the assault of his hips impossibly became even faster. “Gabriel. I- Ah!” your slick entrance gushed out your fluids drenching both of your thighs. It spurred Gabriel, his impossibly deep grunts correlated with the stutter of his hips shaking uncontrollably as he spilled his seed inside of you.
You felt this as he finally slowed down his thrusts but it still was enough to make you cum one more time. You were truly spent and couldn’t even fight against the assault of his lips on yours. Your eyes now half lidded and blurry watched as the darkness from his eyes disappeared and that sated look on his face was the last thing you remembered.
You woke up tired, in pain, and sore. Your dreams were plagued with true dread not sure if you will still wake up or if this is now your reality. You sobbed at the ebbing pain in between your legs, the remnants of pleasure and the blooming bruises lingered on your skin. You looked around the island and you, now under the shade of the trees that didn’t look as ominous as it did last night when the villagers abandoned you here. There was something wrong with the scenery as you can feel the heat radiate from the sun that never shone on your land for months. You looked bewildered at the thriving island no longer bathed in darkness and death. The foliage looked green and lively. You lay atop of dried and softened leaves; you were still as naked as the day you were born.
The evidences on your body showed you that what happened last night was very real, but you still couldn’t help but doubt the reality of it all. “If you doubt what happened last night was real, maybe we should do it again so you would never doubt again.” The gravelly voice from last night was now deep and melodious, it sent the same kind of pleasurable sensations like last night. You forgot about all the rage and hate the moment your eyes landed on him.
He was still as naked as you are, leaning confidently on a large tree with arms crossed over his large chest with a smug smirk on his face. His skin looked healthy, livelier, and more godlike. The billowing smoke no longer surrounded him. His ashen color was now long forgotten, but the scars remained on his sculpted body.
You couldn’t believe this was the man that fucked you raw last night.
Your mind was blanking out and he raised his eyebrow at this. He approached you with the grace of a predator, his eyes never leaving yours. When he kneeled down to your lever your breath hitched as you came in level with his navel and the V line that directed your line of sight to the sinful patch of hair resting on top of his length. He chuckled at this. His hand came in contact with your face gently tilting your head to his direction. “This-“ he motioned to the living and thriving island, “Is because of you.” He growls.
“What are you” you asked this time, eyes wide, no longer remembering the pain you are currently because of the very same man.
“A God” he simply said. The way his mouth moved reminded you of what it did in between your legs. The blush decorated your face and neck.
“Your people, they have long cursed me in this island. They thought that by doing such a thing would make me surrender my power to help them.” his handsome face twisted to anger, your fear abated quickly the moment his eyes softened at the sight of you. “-But it only served to make things worse for them. You see, my darling child, I am a reaper. I command death.” Your eyes widen. His hands wrap around your jaw when you attempted to move away from him. He forcefully turned your head to the side to an empty patch of grass. The grass died at a rapid rate, but as soon as it did, a patch of flowers grew aggressively in vibrant colors and hues.
“But after death, life follows eventually. Your village thought that they could only get the latter, but the balance of things do not work that way.” He mutters.
You faced him finally, you watched the way his eyes tinkled as he observed your bruised lip. “What happened to the people who were previously left here?” you asked.
“I ate them” he said nonchalantly.
“Why am I still alive?” your breath quickened. “I’m still full he” he said in an amused manner. You scoffed at his joke. “You, you were suppose to die a long time ago.” He stated, but you were not surprised. People have been dropping like flies in your village, most especially now. “You were given a blessing to live again without my help, which means you must have a little grace left in your blood.” He explained. “You gave me enough grace for me to collect my own. The dead souls in your village grew restless, decades, no maybe almost a century worth of souls remained restless. Poisoning your water and crops.” He grumbles. His abs twitched when you rested both of your hands on them, feeling his warmth.
“So you left the island?” you half whispered. He nods at this.
“I reaped all of the souls wandering, placed them all where they belonged.” He looked at you intensely again, you tried to kneel yourself up to meet him but he still stood taller than you even in this position.
“So they thought you were doing this to them, they blamed you for their undoing” you pieced together. Your delicate fingers traced the scars on his chest and he directed them to his lips.
“I’m glad they did such, it lead me to a lifetime where you are alive.” He brushed your hair away from your face, cupping a cheek affectionately as his lips brushed your nose. Your rage bubbled to the surface at the thought of him violating you with unwarranted pleasure, but he thwarted your pathetic attempt too easily. “That’s it, so raw and genuine.” He purred.
“I’d be careful if I were you, amor” he warns, “I’m buzzing with power like never before.” His voice rasped. “What will happen to me?” you asked.
“I’ll have your entire lifetime to thank you” he whispered right before his lips met yours just as intensely as last night. “I’ll keep you with me, I’ll show you my gratitude for the grace.” He trails back down as he made himself comfortable on your mound.