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Defiled

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Edited by Shannon Combs

Cover art by Syneca

Electronic book Publication September 2009

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D EFILED

Evangeline Anderson

Chapter One

Eternity is a very long time. An unimaginable length of darkness and light that

mere mortals cannot begin to comprehend. In fact only those who are given the gift of

immortality, of life never-ending, can begin to understand it. The cherubim and the

seraphim who stand at the right hand of the Lord of Hosts grasp it. Likewise the

demons and Hell spawn who tend the fiery pit for the Evil One can grip the concept in

their dark minds. All of these celestial and demonic beings are condemned to go on and

on forever with the knowledge that nothing will ever change for any of them.

All except one.

Every millennium the youngest, most innocent angel in all of Heaven is given to the

foulest, most evil demon in Hell. It is a terrifying and deadly ordeal when the two meet,

for the pure and gentle celestial spirit is destined to be defiled by the savage lusts of the

creature of darkness. A great pity indeed. But how else to keep the balance between the

two otherworldly realms? It is a necessary sacrifice long arranged between the powers

of good and evil and it cannot be stopped. If it were, the war between Heaven and Hell

would overflow upon Earth, wreaking havoc and carnage and wiping all life from the

surface of the blue-green globe that hovers in space between them.

Elandra, the youngest and most beautiful member of the Heavenly Host, knew

these things. And yet she never understood that she was to be the sacrificial lamb cast to

the ravening wolves of the underworld. Somehow it never crossed her mind though the

signs were all there, if only she had looked.

Her life was idyllic. She sang sweetly in the Heavenly Choir and worked in her own

little cloud garden where she coaxed the sweetest blooms to grow. Some of her time

was spent with the other angels, but she loved time to herself as well. Time to look into

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the starry sky and dream and wonder and wish for hours on end. All of these innocent

pastimes were fairly usual for an angel.

And yet, Elandra was different.

It is said that whenever the Lord of Hosts creates an angel, a new star appears in the

sky to mark the occasion. And no star shone so brightly and beautifully as Elandra’s.

Had she been on Earth, she would have seen how it lit the night sky with a powerful

radiance unequaled among the heavenly bodies. Just as her star was different from the

other celestial beings’, so was her form.

Under their pure white robes, as thin as the finest gossamer and soft as the most

expensive silk, the bodies of Elandra’s friends were straight and sexless. Their flat

chests bore only the tiniest light pink buds—the mere suggestion of nipples. Between

their legs were only colorless, undeveloped cocks that barely deserved the name if they

were male. Females had pale slits as dry and uninviting to the shaft of the opposite sex

as tiny, frigid deserts.

Not so for Elandra. Her body was slender but curvy and she had full, heavy breasts

tipped with dark pink nipples just begging to be sucked. And the tender furrow

between her legs was no sexless slit—it had lately blossomed into a hungry pleasure

flower—a change Elandra didn’t know what to think of. The lips of her cunt always

seemed swollen with need and her inner pussy was flushed a dark, inviting pink

although she had no idea what she needed.

Sometimes for no apparent reason the little button in the folds of her cunt would

throb and ache and a special, slippery honey would coat her pussy. Then Elandra

would feel strange and tingly all over as though she was waiting for something,

something she couldn’t understand or define. She thought of asking her friends, the

other angels, if they ever experienced such things. But just the idea of trying to describe

what was happening to her was terribly embarrassing. Besides, she could plainly see

through the thin, gauzy robes they all wore that they were different from her—their

bodies were slender and perfect and sexless while hers…was not. So she would hide in

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