Garden of Enchantment 11: Cecilia's Mine Now

Garden of Enchantment 

Chapter 11: A New Girl

-VB-

Cecilia groaned as she woke up slowly to the light of the morning sun shining down on her. A (fallen) angel she may be, but waking up was an effort for all beings in and under heaven. 

(The demons and devils in the Nine Hells and Six Planes couldn’t sleep, probably why they were cranky 99% of the time. Was it any wonder why whenever devils took over weak willed humans, they slept day and night without stop? But wake them up, and boy oh boy, you would have the greatest crisis - to them - since the Second War of the Heavens in your hands)

“Ugh…” she moaned ungracefully, moving her hands around her in an effort to grab something to prop herself up with. Her left hand grabbed … something long and hard. She gave it a squeeze before she slowly rose up…

It was … an arm?

“Awake now?” 

She jolted in her bed-.

But she wasn’t on her bed back at the monastery. This was somewhere different. She jolted out of the bed, flying away, only to hit the top of her head on the ceiling and falling down, crashing on her bum. 

“Ow!” she whined, a side of her that she made sure no one knew about.

“Cute.”

She froze and slowly looked around. 

Sitting sideways on the bed with exposed arms was a man she was unfamiliar with. He was … handsome(?) man, but why was he naked with only a bed sheet…?

She looked down and blushed. Her bare breasts and crotch were naked for him to see. She quickly covered herself with her arms and wings.

“W-Who are you?!” she demanded angrily. 

He looked more amused than upset. 

“You don’t remember?” he asked amusedly with a sly upturn of his lips. “We met yesterday and things got frisky.”

She stared at him before her face heated up rapidly. 

“... Wanna go another round?”

“No!” she squeaked out embarrassedly. 

-VB-

‘And I’m not lying,’ Talrith thought to himself as he grinned. ‘Things certainly got violent, and that is “things got frisky.”’ 

While he spent the entire night learning about Cecilia through her own memories, he hadn’t done anything physically wrong, though back in Runeterra, what he was doing was considered the worst sin commit-able with mind magic: alteration and memory wipe. He had used the latter to remove their confrontation from her memories. 

Though it wasn’t visible to anyone (him, mostly) right now, he had more or less … changed her. 

Smirking, he got out of the bed, letting the bedsheet fall away. Hearing him approach, she peeked between her fingers, and her blush only got redder and … glowy? Huh, interesting. 

But what was really a clincher that his work had changed Cecilia was the fact that she wasn’t moving away from him. 

“What’s a little bit more when we’ve already done a lot?” Not a lie in the strictest of sense. 

Made her more attracted to him.

She didn’t refuse, and didn’t stop him when he gently peeled her wings away from her and held her there on the carpet. 

Less likely to refuse him. 

With his calloused hands, he peeled her left hand from her face and her right hand from her chest. Her breasts bounced and then hung, splendidly round and perky. She looked up with moist eyes flashing between her blonde curls and slightly puckered lips, and gulped. 

More likely to accept him.

He leaned down, and she squeezed her eyes shut. He planted a chaste kiss on her lips, and she shuddered. He pulled back, chuckling. When she opened her eyes, he went down on her, hard. 

Cecilia screamed into his mouth as his tongue snaked in between her open lips and into her mouth. She whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut again, trying in vain to push his tongue out with hers. All it did was make it into a dance, and she soon lost. Her scrunched brows relaxed, and she gave into him, letting him play with her. 

His right hand came up and groped her breast while his left hand wrapped around her waist and caressed the small of her back, eliciting a squeak out of her. Her hands reached out and grabbed my forearms, trying something but unsure of what she was trying herself. 

He broke the kiss with a pop, and swooped her up. Cecilia squeaked and her wings fluttered erratically very briefly in her surprise. He ignored this and carried her to the bed, where he laid her down on the edge with himself on top of her, leaving her legs to wrap around his waist or to spread and dangle on the edge of the bed. 

Naked as he was, there was no need for any kind of striping and other such time consuming process. Instead, he grabbed himself and lined up.

Cecilia, now nearly hyperventilating, looked down with her lips quivering. 

Finally, he swept in with one long stroke, and Cecilia screamed as he penetrated her. Talrith paused, feeling the warm blood eking out of her vagina. She gasped and her vagina quivered, adjusting erratically yet pleasurably around him. 

“Mine,” he growled before stealing another kiss out of her. Her hands gripped his arms, holding herself secure as he came down on her. Her legs spread out, yet instead of wrapping around him, she curled up her legs to his sides. 

It wasn’t long before they broke the kiss, and he began to move. 

Cecilia moaned as he pulled out and slid back in slowly, and he savored her noises of pleasure. He filled her up with his dick again and again, slowly picking up his pace until he was repeatedly pounding into her. Cecilia, poor girl, was completely out of her mind, moaning, whimpering, and gasping. Then she screamed when his hand reached down to her clit and he vibrated his thumb on it like a jackhammer. 

“This is what it’s like to be mine, Cilia!” he grunted. 

The fallen angel squealed as she climaxed… but Talrith wasn’t done with her. While her vagina spasmed around his dick, he flipped her around and pumped her doggy style.

“O-Oh-Oh-!” Cecilia moaned into the bed, unaware of how much she was squirting and wetting the bed with her juice. 

“How is it? Do you like being taken like an animal?!”

“Y-Yesh-!” 

He thrusted again and again, gently applying bits of his mind magic to enhance her pleasure and loosening her control centers. Soon, Cecilia wasn’t even able to respond properly, only pushing her ass up for him to redden with his slaps and pelvic thrusts. 

“I’m cumming, Cilia,” he growled. “I’m going to cum into your womb! Make you my woman!”

“O-Oh-OH!” she came again, and this time as her vagina wrapped around his dick with fleshy warmth, he came too. He squirted once, twice, and thrice, unloading seeds. 

He kept himself inside of her for a bit longer, letting himself regain his breath. 

“There. Did you enjoy that?” he asked, and all he got from her was a moan of mind blown woman. “Cool.”

He pulled out of her, and let her legs drop there on the edge of the bed. 

He slapped that ass one more time.