To Tame An Angel: A Femdom Fantasy Romance

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

NALLA

I didn’t expect pain from him, but what else would it be? Realistically, I knew he was right, though I wished to deny it. I wanted to assure him it wouldn’t be the same. That he was special. That his eyes and words forged soft ribbons of tenderness in my belly, something I hadn’t expected. I didn’t expect to care for his feelings and emotions, like I was responsible for them and held them in my palms.

He stood now on the balcony and breathed in the fresh air, watching the afternoon careen over the horizon and the swaying forest trees.

I went to him and found him dressed, hands on the rail, back slightly hunched as his eyes speared the world. Wordlessly, I embraced him, pressing my cheek against his back, making a bed out of his body.

When my hands cupped his chest, he rested his fingers over mine and sighed. I could only imagine that my own parents acted this way. That their sorrows were the same, that they too were broken by the law of the land. Perhaps mother also made promises like I made now. Perhaps father also believed them.

“I had a brother,” I said, not knowing where to go with this confession. “I think about him all the time.”

Tannor turned his head, listening.

“We shared the same womb; he was my twin. When I was little, I dreamed his wings covered me, protecting me and warming me. That we would hold hands as we awaited our birth,” I whispered.

He shifted and looked at me. The breeze made my hair dance over us and in the soft golden glow of the afternoon, there was peace and we were just two people.

“Was he taken to the pits?” he asked. There was a tinge of bitterness to him.

I shook my head. “No. He died when we were born. Grandmother said that’s why I’m different towards the men. Because I see them as equals. But I’m glad he died because all I can think is that now he would be just like you. Lost, alone, and afraid. It’s terrible, isn’t it?”

He took a hair curtaining my face and pushed it back as I stared at his deep blue eyes. “I don’t know. I think you would’ve figured out a way of saving him.”

Tannor’s words made me gasp at the realization that he was right. Even at five, I would’ve defied my mother and marched to the pits and helped him escape. Because he was mine and he belonged to me, not the pits.

“I would save you too,” I said.

He slid his hand over my waist and pulled me in. He felt so warm and solid, like the ground under our feet, but he also felt like the wind, like an adventure, an unknown horizon. That if I truly allowed my feelings the freedom they wished to have, I would love him. And that would be our undoing. When his hand went to my face and cupped it, I covered it with mine.

“I don’t want to,” I said with a sudden fierceness.

“Save me?” He raised a brow.

“No. Replace you,” I said, breath at my throat.

He tightened. “You’ll have no choice.”

“I don’t give a shit,” I said with conviction. “I don’t.”

I took his face and pulled him in. He was still tense, but his fingers tightened on my waist.

“Then let’s leave,” he said. “Come with me. There’s a place deep in the forest rumored to be free. That’s where I was going when I left. Somewhere far away from these laws.”

His words filled me with fear, fear of what would happen if I, the general’s daughter, were to run away. They might stop seeking an escaped angel-man, but they wouldn’t stop seeking me. They’d believe he’d taken me, held me against my will. They would comb the forest just to find us. No. We had to be smart about this.

I pulled him inside, for we didn’t need curious ears to listen. I closed the door and turned to him.

“You don’t want to,” he said tightly, misreading my actions.

I shook my head and held him again, threading my fingers into his. “We will plan it. We have time. When the pressure rises from my mother to get another man, we’ll leave. In the meantime, we plan things correctly. If we leave now, like this – Tannor, they won’t stop seeking me. They’ll blame you for our escape and when they do find us, they’ll not be merciful. To do this right, they need to think we died.”

His eyes darkened as he studied me. There was a softness to his face, as if he didn’t believe anyone would sacrifice anything for him.

“I can’t ask you to leave. It’s not right. They’ll seek you because they love you. You mean something to them,” he mumbled.

There was a pain at the thought of not seeing my sisters again. My mother, despite everything, was still my mother. She’d never meant me harm, never abused me, always taught me things even if I disagreed with her actions. I would venture out into an unknown world without family. Just Tannor, who I’d known only a few days. Still, it felt deeper than anything I experienced before. An intimacy that was natural.

“But you also mean something to me,” I said, twisted in my own choices, bouncing between two rights. I lived in a world where both coexisted.

“I shouldn’t,” he said, and there was a soft, resigned intonation to his tone. “I accepted a long time ago that I meant nothing. I didn’t even mean anything to my mother, who let them take me. Who coldly stood by as I cried for her, asking her to save me. She never did.”

My breath was lost at his confession, and I grasped his waist, feeling his heartbeat under my cheek. It was steady and strong and through the beating of his chest; I heard something else. A fluttering. Like a bird, caged, trapped, and desperate.

I gasped.

“What?” he asked.

“Your wings,” I whispered. “They really are in you.”

He stiffened. The wings fluttered with a thunderous sound. “Yes. I told you, they hold you down when they push them into your body and then sew you up. Only the strong survive.”

“Do they really not sedate you? Or did you just say that to upset me?”

He smiled softly, like I amused him. He tucked a hair behind my ear and leaned into me.

“No, Nalla. There’s no sedation. I’m sorry to inform you that all your sex games feel like child’s play compared to that day.”

I felt a twisted agony erupt in my stomach, like a knife splitting me open. Walking around him, I lifted his shirt. He raised his arms to allow my perusal. He looked at me over his shoulder with a smile.

“The scar is gone,” I murmured.

Still, I searched, tracing the lines of his muscular back, the peppered freckles the sun had splattered. When I moved my finger over his shoulder blade, he shivered, and his skin puckered in goose pimples. Then I paused as the pad of my index finger landed on a line.

“Here,” I breathed. I pressed my finger over it, and he winced. “It’s here.”

“Trace it,” he said after a moment of silence. “I want to know where they would be.”

I felt such sadness at his loss. Their wings were part of them. It made them beautiful and admirable. Some men’s wings expanded out ten feet wide, solid and strong and able to carry three times their weight. And we’d taken them and castrated them for revenge. Because first they’d castrated us and so we must make them pay no matter how long ago the past lived. So, the world was never righted. The world was a continuous wheel oiled by the wrongs of the past.

I knew then that I would leave with him. I couldn’t fix the world, change it or better it. But I could change his world and mine. We could start new. Like equals.

I pressed my lips to the faint scar and kissed it. He tensed, leaning forward and allowing me access to the expanse of his skin.

“Nalla -”

The faint aroma he exuded when he was aroused reached my nose and I smiled into his back. I kissed him again, running my fingers down to his waist and pressing into his skin.

“I want to have you, Tannor,” I whispered.

A kiss. A lick. A moan from his mouth. I found a fleshy skin that I could capture between my teeth, and I bit him. His sharp breath was music in the wind.

“You said,” he paused as if braving words, “that you would fuck me.”

I raised a brow and slowly circled him, my hands straying to his waist until we stared at one another, drinking each other in.

“Fuck you were?” I asked.

His jaw twitched, and I could feel his frustration, how he was yanked between wishing something and understanding his own need for the things I offered. I pressed myself against him, clasping his back and placing my chin against his chest. I wanted to watch him.

“Fuck you where, my angel?” There was a tone of teasing.

He sighed dramatically and pulled me in, burying this face into my hair. I smiled at his reaction because I could see the flush of his neck. My cunt flooded, and I went from sadness to worry to desire.

Into my hair he mumbled, “My ass.”

I tapped his ass through his trousers. “Get rid of these and lay on the bed.”

It was a desperate scramble to recall my lessons. The angles and positions recommended for ease of entrance. He lay on the bed, much as the night I dragged him back into my rooms. Only this time, he wasn’t chained. This time he’d asked for it, and I was more than happy to provide. I slowly strapped the phallus to my coupling belt, and the phallus stuck out straight from my cunt. He glanced at it, hesitating, then setting his head back down on his arms. I saw the twitching of his ass cheek.

“We’ll go slowly,” I assured him and took my preferred bottle of coconut oil to the bed.

Despite his hesitation, I noticed his cock was still half-hard between his legs. When I dipped into the bed, I crawled up and leaned down to kiss him. When my lips met his skin, he sighed. He met my eyes, and I smiled, trying to reassure him.

“The most important thing is to relax. We’re not in a hurry.” I leaned back, settling myself between his legs.

I adjusted his position, urging him to lift his right leg, bent at the knee. He shifted, and I pushed a little on his thigh. He grunted, and I encouragingly slid my hand over his sack, tugging it slightly.

“Nalla–” he hissed, and I smiled. “A little higher, darling.”

He complied and between the soft hairs that decorated his crack I found his winking hole.

“My good boy,” I said and kissed one ass cheek, taking a little bite.

He groaned and pressed himself into the bedding, looking for friction. Good, let him have his little pleasure. I turned to the vial of oil and drizzled it between his cheeks. He flinched.

“I’m right here, Tannor,” I assured him as I pressed my finger in his crack. That tight hole welcomed me before, and I wanted him to love it as much as I loved it.

Gently, I stroked it and he shivered, his skin prickling. His breathing hitched, and I scratched his leg with my other hand. He turned his head to look at me with those intense blue eyes of his.

“Are you excited?” I asked.

It was hard for him to say such things. He didn’t want to admit it. He didn’t want to admit he enjoyed this. He wanted to prove me wrong. I pressed slightly into his hole and his eyes fluttered.

“I want to touch you.” His jaw is tight. “Please.”

I sat up. “Have you earned it?”

“I’m about to take a phallus up my ass for you. I think I deserve something.” His tone was not harsh, but desperate.

“Why do you want to touch me?” I asked as I pressed deeper into his hole. He was panting, mouth open, but eyes still on me.

“So I know I’ve not died,” he whispered.

Grounding. He looked for grounding. Slowly, I nodded. “Get on your back better.”

“But–”

“This way you can look at me and touch me,” I said.

When he was on his back, his cock greeted me, thick and rabid, desperate to be stroked. I felt a thrill of success run through me.

“Bend your knees,” I said.

He hesitated, but slowly complied.

“Now spread your legs with bended knees. Like a butterfly. Open yourself up for me.”

His breathing changed. His eyes were on me. His hands curled on his stomach as he slowly complied. I stared down at him spread out, his thick muscled body, all of him screaming his manhood. He was mine.

Tonight, I want to brand him. Tonight, I hope he agrees.

“You look so desirable, Tannor.”

I ran my hands over his spread legs and settled myself between them. Tannor’s breath hitched as I stroked circles over his inner thighs. His cock bobbed up, desperate for me to touch it. His hands searched for mine and we intertwined fingers. I kissed his knuckles.

“Keep your eyes on me and just allow yourself to feel. If you behave and take your phallus… I’m going to let you eat me out.”

I flicked the tip of his cock and he bucked up.

“Please Nalla,” he whispered, biting his lip.

Each time he said please, a thrill ran through me. I slipped my hand between his legs and under his balls; he was trembling, but I tightened my grip on his hand. When my finger found his puckered entrance, I let out a happy sound. It’s the sweetest thing, all tight and coiled. I slowly entered him, one finger at a time, pressing into his magic button, watching the discomfort turn to pleasure on his face.

“Yes, like that,” he panted.

“You love this, don’t you? You like when I enter your tight little hole,” I whispered huskily, thrusting into him with my finger.

A pink flush coated his skin as I pumped in and out, stretching him and allowing him to get used to the feeling. When he matched my movements, his eyes closed, his cock dancing, I entered a second finger.

He paused, his brow creasing, his eyes opening to stare at me.

“Now you have two fingers.”

The oil slicked his entrance and his mouth opened. I curled them up, pressing them against the fleshy nub inside. His mouth went from surprised to a gasp as he lifted his hips and let go of my hand, fisting sheets.

I was enraptured by the vision before me. Feeling him from the inside, his legs spread, his cock pink and thick, the muscles of his arms and neck taunt and his face showing nothing but delight. I added a third finger, and he groaned deep in his throat as more pressure pressed against his insides.

“You love that,” I said, feeling my own pulsating cunt.

“Fuckkkkk,” his words are strangled. “More.”

Oh, sweet boy, I will split you, I thought to myself.

I dragged out my fingers, making a squelching sound, and he instantly registers emptiness. He looked up at me, nearly offended.

“Patience,” I murmured, admiring the open hole before me. He was ready.

Taking the small phallus, barely five inches but wide enough to stretch him, I coated it with oil. He watched with trepidation. Fingers are no phallus.

“Remember what I said. Relax as it goes in. I promise pleasure, Tannor and I’ve never let you down, have I?”

He didn’t respond, but his cock remained erect.

Once I was satisfied with how well prepared it was, I looked down between his legs. His hole is still relaxed, but it’s curling a little into itself, second guessing its ability to handle my cock.

“Wider, darling.”

He grunted as he tried to do as he was told. He wasn’t very flexible but when I lift his sack, he bit his lip. I press the phallus carefully against his nervous little hole. I look up at him to make sure he was still with me.

I offered him my hand, and he snatched it, his fingers gripped me in a tight grip.

“Keep your eyes on me. I want to see you,” I ordered.

We stared at one another as I pushed in a little. His hole hesitated, quickly changing its mind. He flinched, lips thinning.

“Breathe and relax. Can you do that for me, my angel?” I cooed.

He couldn’t speak. His cock bounced on his stomach, and I slowly stoked the underside as I pushed in.

I felt his hole bloom open as the tip entered him, stretching him around my cock. His eyes widened and his breath almost became erratic. I took a moment to delight as my cunt dripped with lust because I know his discomfort was temporary and he’ll adjust. He was open for me, trying to please me, allowing me to fuck him.

It was a beautiful thing.

Grasping his cock, I began stroking him, allowing him to get used to the sensations overwhelming him. His eyes fluttered, and he threw his head back, his fingers still capturing mine.

Another little push and I yanked at his cock, pressing against the underside of the head.

“Nalla wait–”

“Relax, allow me in, the pleasure will be unexplainable…” I whispered.

His hand tightened, as if bracing himself, as he nodded. I pushed further in.

“Fuck!” His yelp is sharp as his body swallowed the phallus whole.