Featherdemon
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Hello,
A little story to show just WHY no one can resist the first and cutest of all Kats
😉
F,
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“Awake at last?”
Jared came too, his head swimming in pain and a patchwork of flashing lights flickering in front of his eyes. The back of his head hurt like crazy but he knew there would be no blood or even mark of a wound. Pain drummed inside his skull, bringing moans and groans of pain from him.
“Easy now Jared,” said the same soft voice. “I wouldn’t want you to do any more damage to yourself. Not after all the effort I have put into this.”
As the seconds passed and Jared’s hearing adjusted, he made out details of the voice that addressed him. The tones and suggested an intelligence but there was nothing about it that he recognized. It wasn’t human and it certainly wasn’t Angelic – no, not at all like him.
“Wha…where….”
“Gently now, gently.”
Jared’s mind was clearing slowly and it was still a good few moments before he could open his eyes. In the meanwhile he listened to the world of haunting sounds that came from all around him, crashing against his ears painfully; laughter rose in hysterical waves, maddened and desperate, to mix with the harsher cackles and grunts of less delicate voices. Here and there, he could make out low hanging moans and delirious howls, while gasps and unmistakable sighs of pleasure rose to a more piercing pitch. The cacophony of noise was dizzying in its variety and impossible to ignore for one with such perfect hearing.
“You all right now?” said the voice.
It was only then that Jared lifted his head towards the sound of the voice and slowly opened his eyes. His vision was still blurred but he made out that he was surrounded by stonewalls with lanterns burning in metal brackets. His arms were raised above him and shackled to the wall, while chains were wrapped around his ankles to keep his legs pinned to the floor. His wings, white and unblemished were still unbound but he was naked save for the loincloth and, of course, his Winged sandels, which could not be taken from him.
“Where am I?” he asked.
“In a dungeon,” said the voice. “Far from your choir and from detection of any other of the Cherubim. You are quite helpless, my winged friend.”
“Dungeon?” Jared shook his head; this isn’t looking good. “Do you know who I am?”
“Oh yes, Jared,” said the voice. “I know a lot about you and the one I serve knows even more.”
“The one you serve?”
“Yes,” its voice was a soft sigh of amusement. “The one I serve.”
“You mean the Throne?”
“No, Jared, not the Throne.”
Jared turned his head to look on the source of the voice, who rested against a wall pooled in shadow. She was as stunningly beautiful as any other being he had ever seen, even amongst the Angelic Choir. She was not human but at the same time, she could not be a daemon. She was covered head to toe in soft looking terracotta fur that shone like velvet in the lantern’s light. Her hair was a brilliant fiery red, like Tulips in sunlight, and fell about her distinctly feline features and down her back. Her bosom and hips were achingly curvaceous, drawing his eyes to her, stirring a strong need to touch, to feel, to hold. A tail swished gently behind her.
“Do I know you?” asked Jared.
“I am the future, Jared,” she said softly, kindly. “I am the First.”
“The First? First what?”
“We are called Kats,” she said.
“Kats? As in the human pets?”
“Oh no sweet Jared,” she said and her emerald eyes flashed. “Nothing like them at all.”
Jared couldn’t help but stare at her. She was more than beautiful, she was intoxicating; a lure to all of his senses at the same time. His eyes could see every little detail of her body, every fur strand, every muscle crease, every little detail and she was perfect - perfectly symmetrical, perfectly beautiful.
“You’re not a daemon.”
“No,” she said. “I told you. I am the First.”
“You smell…delicious,” he said.
“Thank you,” the First said and bowed.
“No, it’s more intense than that,” said Jared. “Delicious is the word but it is not strong enough. You are….”
“Irresistible?”
“Yes,” said Jared with a sigh. “Yes. That’s it. Irresistible…but you appeal to my every sense.”
She giggled and it made Jared shiver.
“Where did you come from?” he asked, twitching a little.
“Can you keep a secret?” she asked.
He nodded.
The First walked forward, sliding out of the pooled shadows so that the full impact of her beautiful body was not lost on him. She wore a wrap of the purest white that hugged her breasts and waist but when she moved, there were teasing hints of what lay beneath. Jared let out a moan at the sight of her.
“It’s like you reach my every sense at once,” he said, spell bound. “It’s incredible. I just want…”
“I know sweetie,” she said, stopping before him. “It’s all right. I know.”
At that moment, the cacophony of indulgent sounds reared up suddenly around him, as striving to reach an unseen pinnacle. Jared tried not to listen to them so closely – tried not to hear the individual sounds of pleasure and hysterical laughter. He shuddered involuntarily.
“W-what is going on here?” he asked, alarmed
“The future,” said the First. “Oh, don’t be alarmed Jared, please. You know as well as I do that even if I wanted to hurt you, which I don’t, your angelic flesh is too close in nature to the Throne for any harm to come to you.”
“If you don’t want to hurt me, why am I here?”
“Because I want to share something with you,” she said. “A gift that was given to me by the one I love and the same gift that I have given to many others since. And the gift that in time, I hope you will pass onto others.”
“Gift?” he asked.
“Mm,” she said with a teasing tilt to her head. “It is a wonderful, selfless, gift that just keeps giving over and over.”
“W-what is this gift?”
“I think you will appreciate it better if I show you,” she said and moved a step closer, mere inches from him. Her scent tickled and teased his all ready addled senses.
“Then be quick, First,” said Jared with what conviction he could find. “My Choir will come to get me soon enough.”
“I very much doubt that.”
Jared frowned. “Why do you say that?”
“Because they are all ready here,” said the First. “Open your ears Jared, surely you must recognize the voices of your choir amongst them?’
Jared stared in horror and listened to the cacophony of indulgence that surrounded him. He heard the high pitched shrieking laughter of Elaziel, her voice instantly recognizable now he focused. Next he heard the bass groans of Nathanial and Kezial, the pleasure evident even in their dull voices. Jared’s horror grew more as he recognized the others of his choir, all twelve of them.
“All of them?” he said.
The First nodded. Jared felt a tear form in his eye.
“All…lost…”
The sight of the tear sent a shimmer of emotion across the First’s face. Jared braced himself but he couldn’t prepare enough for the shock of what she did; her hands, warm and soft, came up gently to cup his face and wipe the tear away. She crooned him gently, almost motherly.
“Oh, sweet Jared,” she said. “Don’t cry. It will be all right, I promise.”
“What have you done to them?” he said, despairing.
“I would tell you but I don’t think you would believe me,” she said. “Not yet. In time I will show you. But first I must give you the same choice I gave them.”
“What choice?” he said, shaking off her hands.
“The choice of whether or not you want to stay or go,” she said.
“I want to go!”
“Of course you do,” she said. “I haven’t given you your gift yet.”
Desperate to find a way out Jared swept his eyes around the room. It was roughly square and without any apparent door or other means of access. Two lanterns burned on the walls and other than him and the First, there was no one else in the room. Those indulgent sounds were coming from beyond the walls.
“Looking for a way out?” asked the First. “You needn’t waste your time, Jared. The will of Master controls everything here – including the walls. You may only leave at my pleasure.”
“What are you going to do to me?” Jared slumped in his chains.
“Nothing bad,” she said and kissed the tip of his nose. “I promise.”
“Then why must I be chained up?”
“Because you will escape before I get the chance to give you my gift,” she said, stroking his face. “I don’t want that and my Master certainly doesn’t want that.”
“Who is your Master?”
“Fe’athe’ron.”
“By the Throne!” he said. A new sense of dread and anxious anticipation flooded through Jared. “No…”
“I see you know him,” said the First.
“I know of his reputation,” said Jared.
The First giggled. “I’m sure you do,” she said. “I guarantee you do not know the truth however.”
Every cherubim knew of Fe’athe’ron. The name itself was enough to cause a wave of unease to pass through even the more fervent of Seraphim.
“He was an Angel once,” said Jared. “As the Choir tells it, he was a powerful and righteous Arch Angel and renown for his compassion for all things – even for those he was sent out to challenge. It is said that he was even close to the Morning Star.”
The First smiled and bade him to continue.
“But in the War something happened to him,” said Jared. “He fell. No one knows why or when. Some believe he couldn’t conscience the destruction of his fellow Angels, others believe he was too close to the Morningstar. Whatever the reason, he turned from the Throne.”
“And what happened then?” she asked.
“He started corrupting his brothers and sisters,” said Jared. “He disappeared for a while, taking any who would follow. As the war raged between the Hosts, we simply thought he was destroyed, so we gave no thought to when Angels started to disappear. Throne, we even celebrated when the Fallen started to disappear. But when the War was over and the Fallen were cast into the Pit, the disappearances continued.”
The First smiled.
“Cadziel was the first to find him,” said Jared. “The Throne sent him and those who followed Cadziel to confront and put down Fe’athe’ron. None returned. Four hundred Angels just simply don’t vanish and no way could they have all been Unmade. We were never told of the battle or what had happened to him and his host. We were told to banish the name of Fe’athe’ron from our hearts. Later we were told that he had been defeated and banished to the pit.”
“A white lie,” said the First. “He was never in the Pit. You were right about the rest though; Cadziel and his host did confront my Master but they were not destroyed. Oh no. They were defeated and Cadziel surrendered himself and those who followed him into the tender ministrations of my Master.”
“You lie!”
The First shrugged. “I do not expect to believe me, sweet Jared, not yet,” she said. “But do not fret on the past. I will tell all you wish to know, should you choose to remain.”
Determined to stand up to the First, Jared locked eyes with her – and at that moment, he realized that he had made a serious mistake. Without a sound, some of her power swept into the Angel, like a tangible living thing, burning and scalding, yet oddly enlivening. It reached out to every nerve and fiber in Jared’s blessed body, making him feel as though the layers of his flesh were being slowly pulled away to leave the very core of his nerves exposed. Jared groaned in faint resistance but the will of the First was irresistible.
“Sooo strong,” said Jared as he recovered.
“Sweet Jared,” she said. “My will is unshakable.”
When it was over and the flood of power had finally faded from him, Jared let out a long sigh and felt himself sag in the chains. Then he felt the First place one of her hands under his chin and lift his head to meet her gaze. She smiled.
“W-why?” he asked.
“Because of love,” she said. “I love Fe’athe’ron and he loves me. There is no will in the all the spheres of existence that can create or crush that.”
“You love it?”
“Him,” she corrected with a smile. “I love him.”
“What did you do to me?”
“When you tried to overpower me,” she said, stroking his hair. “My own power, my will, retaliated. My will is greater than yours and it bested you. Do not worry though, I think in the long run it will make things easier.”
Jared was about to demand a further explanation from him when he started to feel the beginning of what the First had done to him. Jared felt something inside him, not physical, awaken and it had not been there before. He felt as though his spirit, such as it was, laid bare and revealed. His awareness felt more acute to even the slightest sensation. The feeling of the First’s breath on his naked skin made him shudder. The touch of her fingers in his hair made him writhe pleasantly. A slight breeze that he had been unaware of previously, now whispered up his back, and Jared shivered.
“By the Throne…”
“Special, isn’t it?” she said.
“An Enhancing!”
“Sweet Jared, so naïve,” said the First. “It isn’t strictly an Enhancing, but it works in a similar way. It is more an awakening of your senses; it will make you more appreciative of what is to follow. You will thank me for it, I promise.”
“Where would you learn such a thing?”
“It is part of the gift given to me,” she said. “It is a rare gift, even among Angels, is it not?”
“I know of no other who has it,” he said.
“Except Fe’athe’ron,” she said. “It is one of his many abilities.”
“Figures,” he said.
“Now,” she said. “Let me show you what I have in store for you.”
The First lifted her hand from Jared’s chin and ran the tips of her fingers down the curve of his throat. It was a deliberately slow and thoughtful gesture, executed with a delicacy that Jared found shocking to his senses. Jared jumped in his chains, his skin tingling all over, as if little sparks of energy were leaping from her hand into his nerves.
“Oh my…” he gasped.
“Nice, isn’t it?”
The First lifted ran her other from his hair, over his cheek and shoulder, down Jared’s left arm. She trailed the tips of her fingers gently along his bicep, round under his arm and then back up to his shoulder. He gasped and twisted but could not get away. She brought both hands to the tips of his collarbone in a tender sweep of her finger tips. Jared let out a sigh of feeling he couldn’t even begin to hide.
The First rested her hands a few moments, a deliberate suspension of sensation, before starting to move again. This time her fingertips trailed down the groove between Jared’s chest muscles, flaring painfully exquisite sensations as they passed by his nipples. Jared strained, his knuckles whitening against what he felt but it was a fight that he could never hope to win while he was bound in chains. Sharp rushes of intense feeling shot through him, making him sigh and shudder. Jared let out a little groan as her finger nails reached his pelvis.
“Ohhhh…”
“I think you are beginning to see what I have in store for you,” she said.
Suddenly Jared jumped as the tips of her fingers swept in an unhurried movement across his sides to brush either side of his spine, just above the line of his loincloth. A shocked cry escaped Jared’s throat as the First played gently on his skin. Stepping closer and chuckling a little, the First slowly drew her hands up his lower back to where his wings sprouted; an outsider might have though that she was hugging him, comforting him in this moment of distress as he suffered.
“Special, isn’t it Jared?” she asked. “Such a delicate fire in the senses.”
“S-stop!”
“What’s the magic word?”
“P-please, please stop,” he said.
To Jared’s surprise, the First took a step backwards and in doing so drew her hands with a knuckle-clenching softness back over his sides to the muscles of his stomach. Jared shuddered.
“Ooops,” she said playfully.
For a moment, Jared thought that he was going to have a moment’s respite, but to his horror her hands kept on moving away, reducing contact until only the very tips of her nails made contact. They stroked him along the top of loincloth. A mutter of excitement rushed helplessly from Jared and he felt his entire body strain in the chains.
“Ticklish,” she said. “It is the curse of your angelic flesh, Jared. An army of swords cannot pierce it not the flames of Hell scold.”
Jared couldn’t help gasp and writhe as she touched him.
“And yet,” said the First. “Here you are all shackled and helpless, reduced to shivers and cute mutters of excitement by the tiniest touches of my fingertips.”
“Y-you won’t break me!” Jared said in exaggerated defiance.
“I don’t have to break you sweetie,” she said. “You will find that very soon these little touches will not be enough, that you will want more. You will need more. You will need more in order to understand the feeling, so that you can block it out. But it’s so fleeting, isn’t it? Just the merest hint of a feeling and your little senses are leaping for more.”
“I can…resist…”
“Do you really believe that?” she chuckled. “Not to doubt you honey, but it hasn’t even been a minute and all ready you’re shivering when I touch you. I don’t judge you for it and I certainly don’t condemn you for it. It is natural honey, to want more of something that feels so nice.”
“I can hold back,” he said.
“For now,” she said. “How bad do think its going to be after a year? Or a thousand years? Are you so certain of your strength?”
“You mean to keep me here for that long?”
“Only until I have given you my gift,” she said.
Jared glared at the First and tried to appear dauntless, but when her smile widened, he knew that had not convinced it of anything.
“It is hard to fight,” she said sweetly. “I know, believe me I know, how maddening it is. All I ask is that you are honest with me Jared.”
“I d-don’t understand,” he said. “What is this gift?”
“I know you’re confused,” she said. “Don’t worry though. I’ll help you. Soon you will understand.”
“No…”
With a smile, the First knelt before him and brought her light touches down over the material of his briefs and onto the flesh of his outer thighs. Jared moaned and trembled, trying to pull his legs away. Still trembling, he felt her fingers stop at his knees just long enough to draw further shivers and sighs from him, before slowly, torturously drawing exquisite lines to his ankles. A wave of sick helplessness washed over Jared.
“This is going to be so good…” she teased.
The First trailed the tips of her fingers back and forth across the tops of Jared’s feet and immediately the Angel started splutter and giggle. As much as Jared tried, and try he did, he was not able to pull his feet or toes far enough back to evade the touches of her hands. With only a scant few seconds passed Jared found himself giggling and then bursting into sporadic laughter, helplessly succumbing to the First tickling the tops of his feet.
“Eeehee hee hee ha ha ha ha haa! Stoppit! Stoohoo hoo hee hee ha! Stop!”
“Nice isn’t it?” said the First. “Tickle tickle tickle.”
“Nyaaa haaa haa heee hee he ha ha ha ha!”
The First slowly teased her long fingernails across the tops of his toes, lightly scraping between them. Her nails flickered lightly on the skin between Jared’s toes, making the trapped Angel squirm and shriek with helpless laughter. Unable to control himself or lift his feet away from the torturous touches, Jared tried clenching his toes but that only made the nails push a little deeper.
“Gaaa haa haa hah ha ha ha ha eeh hee hee heha ha ha ha ha staaaahaaaap,” he cried “Staaapit! Aah ha ha ha ha! Gee hee hee he he hee hee ha he hee he haaa!”
“Does it tickle, little Angel? Does it?”
The First giggled and then started to lightly stroke her nails along the edges of his sandal straps.
“The legendary sandals of an Angel,” she mused, lightly stroking their edges. “Ever wonder why these are so special?”
Jared shook his head, fighting the giggles and laughter her touches induced. “W-what are you talking about?”
“Your sandals,” she said. “Ever wonder why of all your belongings – your armour, your robes; have you ever wondered why these are blessed more than anything else? You know that Angel can never have their sandals stolen? It is a physical impossibility. Even wonder why that is?”
Jared giggled as her nails ran across the tops of his feet. “No,” he said, “I haven’t.”
“Some say it’s because they give you the power to move from one place to the other in an instant,” she said, tickling the tops of his toes through the straps.
“Eeh hee hee hee oooh hahahahahahahaaaaa!!”
The First ignored his giggles, content to continue her unhurried tickles. “I have another idea about why,” she said, humming softly to herself. “Would you like to hear it Jared?”
“D-do I have a choice?” he said, spluttering giggles helplessly.
“Not really,” she said. “You see I believe the reason the sandals can never be removed is because they are there to protect you. They are designed to protect all of the glorious Heavenly host from the one thing that will undo them.”
Jared clenched his toes against the tickling but her fingers touched everywhere, finding every exposed nerve ending. “Wha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha aha ha ha hah what are you ooohoo hoo hoo ha ha ha ha talking about?!”
The First looked up, smiling sweetly and brushing her hair back from her face. There was a light in her eyes, a promise of something that undid Jared’s nerves. She lowered her hand back and resumed her light and unhurried tickling of his toes.
“I’m talking about this,” she said, “about light and helpless tickling.”
At that moment her nails swept under his sandals in a very delicate position and he jolted in his chains, letting out a helpless burst of laughter.
“See?” she said. “See now why they can never be removed? Imagine if anyone could just walk up and take them off. Imagine. If all of those Angels were bereft of their shoes and if a feather, or a finger, found their way to tickle them…”
Jared shivered and blushed and under the Enchanting, it was absolutely devastating for him to have her see it.
“Wouldn’t that just be….wonderful, Jared?” she teased.
“Shut up!”
“Wouldn’t it be nice,” she teased, “to have these…heavy….uncomfortable….sandals slide off and have my little nails stroking up and down the helpless soles of your feet.”
Jared tried his best not to think of it, but the moment she had said it he found himself thinking of what it would be to languish in these chains and to have this intoxicating creature tickle his feet. Unashamedly he blushed and thought of what other physical treats could be administered as he hung helpless before her; they came to him unbidden in a storm of lusty vistas, which he pushed from his mind.
“Ooh,” said the First with a giggle. “I see you have more in mind than tickling, Jared.”
“Get out of my head,” he said, sheepishly.
“Too late for that,” she said. “Far too late.”
Jared knew she was right. Even as he tried to fight it, her delicate touches and teases were robbing him of the ability to fight. He was sinking slowly, drawn under by her tickles, into a world of fleeting and intoxicating tickly sensations. He found he was laughing quite helplessly now, not only unable to stop himself, but finding that he no longer wanted to.
“See how your thoughts are changing,” said the First with a smile.
“D-don’t…”
“There is no shame in it Jared,” she said. “There is absolutely no shame in it. It feels nice and you like it. Where is the shame in that? Are we not about happiness and joy?”
Jared shook his head, writhing and giggling, his thoughts clouded. “W-what do you want of me?”
“I want you to tell me you like this,” she said. “I want you to admit that you like the feeling of having your feet tickled.”
The thought of it made him blush even deeper and made his stomach clench; but it brought a smile to his face that he could not deny.
“Say it,” she said sweetly.
“I…I like….”
“Go on,” she teased.
“I like having my feet tickled…”
Those words came out of him in a rush of breath that left him feeling more exhausted than it ought to. He sagged in the chains and felt something pass right through him, a rush of feeling that left him all the more sensitive.
“There we go,” said the First and drew her hands back. She knelt there, looking up at him with a smile that could only be one of warmth and love. “Doesn’t that feel better?”
Jared nodded slowly.
“That was my gift for you,” she said. “Tickles on the feet is the gift I gave to each other member of your Choir.”
“It…it was…wonderful,” he said.
The First nodded. “It is,” she said, “but that was only the beginning Jared. There is so much more to experience. So much more tickly treats waiting to given to you, but you have to decide now if you want to stay or if you want to be released.”
“Released?”
The First rose to stand before him. “Yes,” she said, “released. I have no interest in pouring my energy and efforts onto those who do not like or appreciate them. That would just be rude of me.” She tilted her head a little. “Those who like it though, those who would like more, well I can offer a lot more time for them.”
Jared’s mind filled with those unbidden images again but this time he was less hasty in getting rid of them. The First smiled, seeing them herself.
“Oh yes,” she said with a purr. “You can experience all of those wicked things I saw in your mind, Jared. All of them and more, if you care to.”
Jared writhed, feeling like there was a fire burning under his skin. “All of them?” he said.
“And more,” said the First. “But you have to decide what you want to do.”
“I…want to stay,” he said quickly. “I want more!”
The First smiled. “Good boy,” she said, “I hoped you would say that. And all you have to do is tell me one thing.”
Jared looked at her, unsure of what she was talking about, but when he saw her eyes he knew straight away. He blushed, deeper than before.
“Y-you want to take my sandals?” he said.
“Oh no,” she said, leaning closer. “I want you to give them to me.”
Jared gulped and watched as the First knelt slowly at his feet, those wonderful hands resting at the straps.
“Please,” he said. “Please, I give you my sandals. I give them to you!”
Purring happily the First watched as they unstrapped themselves and fell gently into her waiting hands. Once they were off, she tossed them into the shadows behind her. He would not see them again.
“Anything else, sweetie?” she said, looking up, wiggling her fingers just out of reach of his helpless feet.
“Yes,” he said with a gasp. “Please, please tickle my feet! Forever!!”
Purring at the claiming of another Angel, Gedan lifted her gently wriggling fingers to they brushed against Jared’s feet. He erupted with laughter and joined the rest of his choir in the doom of the First’s sweet embrace…
A little story to show just WHY no one can resist the first and cutest of all Kats
😉
F,
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“Awake at last?”
Jared came too, his head swimming in pain and a patchwork of flashing lights flickering in front of his eyes. The back of his head hurt like crazy but he knew there would be no blood or even mark of a wound. Pain drummed inside his skull, bringing moans and groans of pain from him.
“Easy now Jared,” said the same soft voice. “I wouldn’t want you to do any more damage to yourself. Not after all the effort I have put into this.”
As the seconds passed and Jared’s hearing adjusted, he made out details of the voice that addressed him. The tones and suggested an intelligence but there was nothing about it that he recognized. It wasn’t human and it certainly wasn’t Angelic – no, not at all like him.
“Wha…where….”
“Gently now, gently.”
Jared’s mind was clearing slowly and it was still a good few moments before he could open his eyes. In the meanwhile he listened to the world of haunting sounds that came from all around him, crashing against his ears painfully; laughter rose in hysterical waves, maddened and desperate, to mix with the harsher cackles and grunts of less delicate voices. Here and there, he could make out low hanging moans and delirious howls, while gasps and unmistakable sighs of pleasure rose to a more piercing pitch. The cacophony of noise was dizzying in its variety and impossible to ignore for one with such perfect hearing.
“You all right now?” said the voice.
It was only then that Jared lifted his head towards the sound of the voice and slowly opened his eyes. His vision was still blurred but he made out that he was surrounded by stonewalls with lanterns burning in metal brackets. His arms were raised above him and shackled to the wall, while chains were wrapped around his ankles to keep his legs pinned to the floor. His wings, white and unblemished were still unbound but he was naked save for the loincloth and, of course, his Winged sandels, which could not be taken from him.
“Where am I?” he asked.
“In a dungeon,” said the voice. “Far from your choir and from detection of any other of the Cherubim. You are quite helpless, my winged friend.”
“Dungeon?” Jared shook his head; this isn’t looking good. “Do you know who I am?”
“Oh yes, Jared,” said the voice. “I know a lot about you and the one I serve knows even more.”
“The one you serve?”
“Yes,” its voice was a soft sigh of amusement. “The one I serve.”
“You mean the Throne?”
“No, Jared, not the Throne.”
Jared turned his head to look on the source of the voice, who rested against a wall pooled in shadow. She was as stunningly beautiful as any other being he had ever seen, even amongst the Angelic Choir. She was not human but at the same time, she could not be a daemon. She was covered head to toe in soft looking terracotta fur that shone like velvet in the lantern’s light. Her hair was a brilliant fiery red, like Tulips in sunlight, and fell about her distinctly feline features and down her back. Her bosom and hips were achingly curvaceous, drawing his eyes to her, stirring a strong need to touch, to feel, to hold. A tail swished gently behind her.
“Do I know you?” asked Jared.
“I am the future, Jared,” she said softly, kindly. “I am the First.”
“The First? First what?”
“We are called Kats,” she said.
“Kats? As in the human pets?”
“Oh no sweet Jared,” she said and her emerald eyes flashed. “Nothing like them at all.”
Jared couldn’t help but stare at her. She was more than beautiful, she was intoxicating; a lure to all of his senses at the same time. His eyes could see every little detail of her body, every fur strand, every muscle crease, every little detail and she was perfect - perfectly symmetrical, perfectly beautiful.
“You’re not a daemon.”
“No,” she said. “I told you. I am the First.”
“You smell…delicious,” he said.
“Thank you,” the First said and bowed.
“No, it’s more intense than that,” said Jared. “Delicious is the word but it is not strong enough. You are….”
“Irresistible?”
“Yes,” said Jared with a sigh. “Yes. That’s it. Irresistible…but you appeal to my every sense.”
She giggled and it made Jared shiver.
“Where did you come from?” he asked, twitching a little.
“Can you keep a secret?” she asked.
He nodded.
The First walked forward, sliding out of the pooled shadows so that the full impact of her beautiful body was not lost on him. She wore a wrap of the purest white that hugged her breasts and waist but when she moved, there were teasing hints of what lay beneath. Jared let out a moan at the sight of her.
“It’s like you reach my every sense at once,” he said, spell bound. “It’s incredible. I just want…”
“I know sweetie,” she said, stopping before him. “It’s all right. I know.”
At that moment, the cacophony of indulgent sounds reared up suddenly around him, as striving to reach an unseen pinnacle. Jared tried not to listen to them so closely – tried not to hear the individual sounds of pleasure and hysterical laughter. He shuddered involuntarily.
“W-what is going on here?” he asked, alarmed
“The future,” said the First. “Oh, don’t be alarmed Jared, please. You know as well as I do that even if I wanted to hurt you, which I don’t, your angelic flesh is too close in nature to the Throne for any harm to come to you.”
“If you don’t want to hurt me, why am I here?”
“Because I want to share something with you,” she said. “A gift that was given to me by the one I love and the same gift that I have given to many others since. And the gift that in time, I hope you will pass onto others.”
“Gift?” he asked.
“Mm,” she said with a teasing tilt to her head. “It is a wonderful, selfless, gift that just keeps giving over and over.”
“W-what is this gift?”
“I think you will appreciate it better if I show you,” she said and moved a step closer, mere inches from him. Her scent tickled and teased his all ready addled senses.
“Then be quick, First,” said Jared with what conviction he could find. “My Choir will come to get me soon enough.”
“I very much doubt that.”
Jared frowned. “Why do you say that?”
“Because they are all ready here,” said the First. “Open your ears Jared, surely you must recognize the voices of your choir amongst them?’
Jared stared in horror and listened to the cacophony of indulgence that surrounded him. He heard the high pitched shrieking laughter of Elaziel, her voice instantly recognizable now he focused. Next he heard the bass groans of Nathanial and Kezial, the pleasure evident even in their dull voices. Jared’s horror grew more as he recognized the others of his choir, all twelve of them.
“All of them?” he said.
The First nodded. Jared felt a tear form in his eye.
“All…lost…”
The sight of the tear sent a shimmer of emotion across the First’s face. Jared braced himself but he couldn’t prepare enough for the shock of what she did; her hands, warm and soft, came up gently to cup his face and wipe the tear away. She crooned him gently, almost motherly.
“Oh, sweet Jared,” she said. “Don’t cry. It will be all right, I promise.”
“What have you done to them?” he said, despairing.
“I would tell you but I don’t think you would believe me,” she said. “Not yet. In time I will show you. But first I must give you the same choice I gave them.”
“What choice?” he said, shaking off her hands.
“The choice of whether or not you want to stay or go,” she said.
“I want to go!”
“Of course you do,” she said. “I haven’t given you your gift yet.”
Desperate to find a way out Jared swept his eyes around the room. It was roughly square and without any apparent door or other means of access. Two lanterns burned on the walls and other than him and the First, there was no one else in the room. Those indulgent sounds were coming from beyond the walls.
“Looking for a way out?” asked the First. “You needn’t waste your time, Jared. The will of Master controls everything here – including the walls. You may only leave at my pleasure.”
“What are you going to do to me?” Jared slumped in his chains.
“Nothing bad,” she said and kissed the tip of his nose. “I promise.”
“Then why must I be chained up?”
“Because you will escape before I get the chance to give you my gift,” she said, stroking his face. “I don’t want that and my Master certainly doesn’t want that.”
“Who is your Master?”
“Fe’athe’ron.”
“By the Throne!” he said. A new sense of dread and anxious anticipation flooded through Jared. “No…”
“I see you know him,” said the First.
“I know of his reputation,” said Jared.
The First giggled. “I’m sure you do,” she said. “I guarantee you do not know the truth however.”
Every cherubim knew of Fe’athe’ron. The name itself was enough to cause a wave of unease to pass through even the more fervent of Seraphim.
“He was an Angel once,” said Jared. “As the Choir tells it, he was a powerful and righteous Arch Angel and renown for his compassion for all things – even for those he was sent out to challenge. It is said that he was even close to the Morning Star.”
The First smiled and bade him to continue.
“But in the War something happened to him,” said Jared. “He fell. No one knows why or when. Some believe he couldn’t conscience the destruction of his fellow Angels, others believe he was too close to the Morningstar. Whatever the reason, he turned from the Throne.”
“And what happened then?” she asked.
“He started corrupting his brothers and sisters,” said Jared. “He disappeared for a while, taking any who would follow. As the war raged between the Hosts, we simply thought he was destroyed, so we gave no thought to when Angels started to disappear. Throne, we even celebrated when the Fallen started to disappear. But when the War was over and the Fallen were cast into the Pit, the disappearances continued.”
The First smiled.
“Cadziel was the first to find him,” said Jared. “The Throne sent him and those who followed Cadziel to confront and put down Fe’athe’ron. None returned. Four hundred Angels just simply don’t vanish and no way could they have all been Unmade. We were never told of the battle or what had happened to him and his host. We were told to banish the name of Fe’athe’ron from our hearts. Later we were told that he had been defeated and banished to the pit.”
“A white lie,” said the First. “He was never in the Pit. You were right about the rest though; Cadziel and his host did confront my Master but they were not destroyed. Oh no. They were defeated and Cadziel surrendered himself and those who followed him into the tender ministrations of my Master.”
“You lie!”
The First shrugged. “I do not expect to believe me, sweet Jared, not yet,” she said. “But do not fret on the past. I will tell all you wish to know, should you choose to remain.”
Determined to stand up to the First, Jared locked eyes with her – and at that moment, he realized that he had made a serious mistake. Without a sound, some of her power swept into the Angel, like a tangible living thing, burning and scalding, yet oddly enlivening. It reached out to every nerve and fiber in Jared’s blessed body, making him feel as though the layers of his flesh were being slowly pulled away to leave the very core of his nerves exposed. Jared groaned in faint resistance but the will of the First was irresistible.
“Sooo strong,” said Jared as he recovered.
“Sweet Jared,” she said. “My will is unshakable.”
When it was over and the flood of power had finally faded from him, Jared let out a long sigh and felt himself sag in the chains. Then he felt the First place one of her hands under his chin and lift his head to meet her gaze. She smiled.
“W-why?” he asked.
“Because of love,” she said. “I love Fe’athe’ron and he loves me. There is no will in the all the spheres of existence that can create or crush that.”
“You love it?”
“Him,” she corrected with a smile. “I love him.”
“What did you do to me?”
“When you tried to overpower me,” she said, stroking his hair. “My own power, my will, retaliated. My will is greater than yours and it bested you. Do not worry though, I think in the long run it will make things easier.”
Jared was about to demand a further explanation from him when he started to feel the beginning of what the First had done to him. Jared felt something inside him, not physical, awaken and it had not been there before. He felt as though his spirit, such as it was, laid bare and revealed. His awareness felt more acute to even the slightest sensation. The feeling of the First’s breath on his naked skin made him shudder. The touch of her fingers in his hair made him writhe pleasantly. A slight breeze that he had been unaware of previously, now whispered up his back, and Jared shivered.
“By the Throne…”
“Special, isn’t it?” she said.
“An Enhancing!”
“Sweet Jared, so naïve,” said the First. “It isn’t strictly an Enhancing, but it works in a similar way. It is more an awakening of your senses; it will make you more appreciative of what is to follow. You will thank me for it, I promise.”
“Where would you learn such a thing?”
“It is part of the gift given to me,” she said. “It is a rare gift, even among Angels, is it not?”
“I know of no other who has it,” he said.
“Except Fe’athe’ron,” she said. “It is one of his many abilities.”
“Figures,” he said.
“Now,” she said. “Let me show you what I have in store for you.”
The First lifted her hand from Jared’s chin and ran the tips of her fingers down the curve of his throat. It was a deliberately slow and thoughtful gesture, executed with a delicacy that Jared found shocking to his senses. Jared jumped in his chains, his skin tingling all over, as if little sparks of energy were leaping from her hand into his nerves.
“Oh my…” he gasped.
“Nice, isn’t it?”
The First lifted ran her other from his hair, over his cheek and shoulder, down Jared’s left arm. She trailed the tips of her fingers gently along his bicep, round under his arm and then back up to his shoulder. He gasped and twisted but could not get away. She brought both hands to the tips of his collarbone in a tender sweep of her finger tips. Jared let out a sigh of feeling he couldn’t even begin to hide.
The First rested her hands a few moments, a deliberate suspension of sensation, before starting to move again. This time her fingertips trailed down the groove between Jared’s chest muscles, flaring painfully exquisite sensations as they passed by his nipples. Jared strained, his knuckles whitening against what he felt but it was a fight that he could never hope to win while he was bound in chains. Sharp rushes of intense feeling shot through him, making him sigh and shudder. Jared let out a little groan as her finger nails reached his pelvis.
“Ohhhh…”
“I think you are beginning to see what I have in store for you,” she said.
Suddenly Jared jumped as the tips of her fingers swept in an unhurried movement across his sides to brush either side of his spine, just above the line of his loincloth. A shocked cry escaped Jared’s throat as the First played gently on his skin. Stepping closer and chuckling a little, the First slowly drew her hands up his lower back to where his wings sprouted; an outsider might have though that she was hugging him, comforting him in this moment of distress as he suffered.
“Special, isn’t it Jared?” she asked. “Such a delicate fire in the senses.”
“S-stop!”
“What’s the magic word?”
“P-please, please stop,” he said.
To Jared’s surprise, the First took a step backwards and in doing so drew her hands with a knuckle-clenching softness back over his sides to the muscles of his stomach. Jared shuddered.
“Ooops,” she said playfully.
For a moment, Jared thought that he was going to have a moment’s respite, but to his horror her hands kept on moving away, reducing contact until only the very tips of her nails made contact. They stroked him along the top of loincloth. A mutter of excitement rushed helplessly from Jared and he felt his entire body strain in the chains.
“Ticklish,” she said. “It is the curse of your angelic flesh, Jared. An army of swords cannot pierce it not the flames of Hell scold.”
Jared couldn’t help gasp and writhe as she touched him.
“And yet,” said the First. “Here you are all shackled and helpless, reduced to shivers and cute mutters of excitement by the tiniest touches of my fingertips.”
“Y-you won’t break me!” Jared said in exaggerated defiance.
“I don’t have to break you sweetie,” she said. “You will find that very soon these little touches will not be enough, that you will want more. You will need more. You will need more in order to understand the feeling, so that you can block it out. But it’s so fleeting, isn’t it? Just the merest hint of a feeling and your little senses are leaping for more.”
“I can…resist…”
“Do you really believe that?” she chuckled. “Not to doubt you honey, but it hasn’t even been a minute and all ready you’re shivering when I touch you. I don’t judge you for it and I certainly don’t condemn you for it. It is natural honey, to want more of something that feels so nice.”
“I can hold back,” he said.
“For now,” she said. “How bad do think its going to be after a year? Or a thousand years? Are you so certain of your strength?”
“You mean to keep me here for that long?”
“Only until I have given you my gift,” she said.
Jared glared at the First and tried to appear dauntless, but when her smile widened, he knew that had not convinced it of anything.
“It is hard to fight,” she said sweetly. “I know, believe me I know, how maddening it is. All I ask is that you are honest with me Jared.”
“I d-don’t understand,” he said. “What is this gift?”
“I know you’re confused,” she said. “Don’t worry though. I’ll help you. Soon you will understand.”
“No…”
With a smile, the First knelt before him and brought her light touches down over the material of his briefs and onto the flesh of his outer thighs. Jared moaned and trembled, trying to pull his legs away. Still trembling, he felt her fingers stop at his knees just long enough to draw further shivers and sighs from him, before slowly, torturously drawing exquisite lines to his ankles. A wave of sick helplessness washed over Jared.
“This is going to be so good…” she teased.
The First trailed the tips of her fingers back and forth across the tops of Jared’s feet and immediately the Angel started splutter and giggle. As much as Jared tried, and try he did, he was not able to pull his feet or toes far enough back to evade the touches of her hands. With only a scant few seconds passed Jared found himself giggling and then bursting into sporadic laughter, helplessly succumbing to the First tickling the tops of his feet.
“Eeehee hee hee ha ha ha ha haa! Stoppit! Stoohoo hoo hee hee ha! Stop!”
“Nice isn’t it?” said the First. “Tickle tickle tickle.”
“Nyaaa haaa haa heee hee he ha ha ha ha!”
The First slowly teased her long fingernails across the tops of his toes, lightly scraping between them. Her nails flickered lightly on the skin between Jared’s toes, making the trapped Angel squirm and shriek with helpless laughter. Unable to control himself or lift his feet away from the torturous touches, Jared tried clenching his toes but that only made the nails push a little deeper.
“Gaaa haa haa hah ha ha ha ha eeh hee hee heha ha ha ha ha staaaahaaaap,” he cried “Staaapit! Aah ha ha ha ha! Gee hee hee he he hee hee ha he hee he haaa!”
“Does it tickle, little Angel? Does it?”
The First giggled and then started to lightly stroke her nails along the edges of his sandal straps.
“The legendary sandals of an Angel,” she mused, lightly stroking their edges. “Ever wonder why these are so special?”
Jared shook his head, fighting the giggles and laughter her touches induced. “W-what are you talking about?”
“Your sandals,” she said. “Ever wonder why of all your belongings – your armour, your robes; have you ever wondered why these are blessed more than anything else? You know that Angel can never have their sandals stolen? It is a physical impossibility. Even wonder why that is?”
Jared giggled as her nails ran across the tops of his feet. “No,” he said, “I haven’t.”
“Some say it’s because they give you the power to move from one place to the other in an instant,” she said, tickling the tops of his toes through the straps.
“Eeh hee hee hee oooh hahahahahahahaaaaa!!”
The First ignored his giggles, content to continue her unhurried tickles. “I have another idea about why,” she said, humming softly to herself. “Would you like to hear it Jared?”
“D-do I have a choice?” he said, spluttering giggles helplessly.
“Not really,” she said. “You see I believe the reason the sandals can never be removed is because they are there to protect you. They are designed to protect all of the glorious Heavenly host from the one thing that will undo them.”
Jared clenched his toes against the tickling but her fingers touched everywhere, finding every exposed nerve ending. “Wha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha aha ha ha hah what are you ooohoo hoo hoo ha ha ha ha talking about?!”
The First looked up, smiling sweetly and brushing her hair back from her face. There was a light in her eyes, a promise of something that undid Jared’s nerves. She lowered her hand back and resumed her light and unhurried tickling of his toes.
“I’m talking about this,” she said, “about light and helpless tickling.”
At that moment her nails swept under his sandals in a very delicate position and he jolted in his chains, letting out a helpless burst of laughter.
“See?” she said. “See now why they can never be removed? Imagine if anyone could just walk up and take them off. Imagine. If all of those Angels were bereft of their shoes and if a feather, or a finger, found their way to tickle them…”
Jared shivered and blushed and under the Enchanting, it was absolutely devastating for him to have her see it.
“Wouldn’t that just be….wonderful, Jared?” she teased.
“Shut up!”
“Wouldn’t it be nice,” she teased, “to have these…heavy….uncomfortable….sandals slide off and have my little nails stroking up and down the helpless soles of your feet.”
Jared tried his best not to think of it, but the moment she had said it he found himself thinking of what it would be to languish in these chains and to have this intoxicating creature tickle his feet. Unashamedly he blushed and thought of what other physical treats could be administered as he hung helpless before her; they came to him unbidden in a storm of lusty vistas, which he pushed from his mind.
“Ooh,” said the First with a giggle. “I see you have more in mind than tickling, Jared.”
“Get out of my head,” he said, sheepishly.
“Too late for that,” she said. “Far too late.”
Jared knew she was right. Even as he tried to fight it, her delicate touches and teases were robbing him of the ability to fight. He was sinking slowly, drawn under by her tickles, into a world of fleeting and intoxicating tickly sensations. He found he was laughing quite helplessly now, not only unable to stop himself, but finding that he no longer wanted to.
“See how your thoughts are changing,” said the First with a smile.
“D-don’t…”
“There is no shame in it Jared,” she said. “There is absolutely no shame in it. It feels nice and you like it. Where is the shame in that? Are we not about happiness and joy?”
Jared shook his head, writhing and giggling, his thoughts clouded. “W-what do you want of me?”
“I want you to tell me you like this,” she said. “I want you to admit that you like the feeling of having your feet tickled.”
The thought of it made him blush even deeper and made his stomach clench; but it brought a smile to his face that he could not deny.
“Say it,” she said sweetly.
“I…I like….”
“Go on,” she teased.
“I like having my feet tickled…”
Those words came out of him in a rush of breath that left him feeling more exhausted than it ought to. He sagged in the chains and felt something pass right through him, a rush of feeling that left him all the more sensitive.
“There we go,” said the First and drew her hands back. She knelt there, looking up at him with a smile that could only be one of warmth and love. “Doesn’t that feel better?”
Jared nodded slowly.
“That was my gift for you,” she said. “Tickles on the feet is the gift I gave to each other member of your Choir.”
“It…it was…wonderful,” he said.
The First nodded. “It is,” she said, “but that was only the beginning Jared. There is so much more to experience. So much more tickly treats waiting to given to you, but you have to decide now if you want to stay or if you want to be released.”
“Released?”
The First rose to stand before him. “Yes,” she said, “released. I have no interest in pouring my energy and efforts onto those who do not like or appreciate them. That would just be rude of me.” She tilted her head a little. “Those who like it though, those who would like more, well I can offer a lot more time for them.”
Jared’s mind filled with those unbidden images again but this time he was less hasty in getting rid of them. The First smiled, seeing them herself.
“Oh yes,” she said with a purr. “You can experience all of those wicked things I saw in your mind, Jared. All of them and more, if you care to.”
Jared writhed, feeling like there was a fire burning under his skin. “All of them?” he said.
“And more,” said the First. “But you have to decide what you want to do.”
“I…want to stay,” he said quickly. “I want more!”
The First smiled. “Good boy,” she said, “I hoped you would say that. And all you have to do is tell me one thing.”
Jared looked at her, unsure of what she was talking about, but when he saw her eyes he knew straight away. He blushed, deeper than before.
“Y-you want to take my sandals?” he said.
“Oh no,” she said, leaning closer. “I want you to give them to me.”
Jared gulped and watched as the First knelt slowly at his feet, those wonderful hands resting at the straps.
“Please,” he said. “Please, I give you my sandals. I give them to you!”
Purring happily the First watched as they unstrapped themselves and fell gently into her waiting hands. Once they were off, she tossed them into the shadows behind her. He would not see them again.
“Anything else, sweetie?” she said, looking up, wiggling her fingers just out of reach of his helpless feet.
“Yes,” he said with a gasp. “Please, please tickle my feet! Forever!!”
Purring at the claiming of another Angel, Gedan lifted her gently wriggling fingers to they brushed against Jared’s feet. He erupted with laughter and joined the rest of his choir in the doom of the First’s sweet embrace…
