For I Have Sinned

Contains:

• Angels & Demons

• Fallen Angel

• Mind Control / Hypnosis / Corruption

• Leather / Bondage

• Worshiping

• Gay Sex

• EXTREMELY HOT!!!

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Serif is on his first mission down to the mortal realm from the Heavenly Sanctuary. His task is to steer wayward, lustful mortals toward the word of God. All he has to do is infiltrate a dungeon. What could go wrong?

By MissLilac

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Serif stood before the glowing white door, struggling to maintain his composure. His first mission to the mortal realm, he could hardly believe it! After two and a half millennia of training, he was headed down to Earth. Most guardian angels didn’t have to train quite so long, by the time Serif graduated his class was mostly angels half his age. But the white-furred mouse thought there was no substitute for practice. If anything, he was being cautious.

“Serif, your time has long since come,” his exasperated advisor said to him the last time he went to apply for another cycle of training. “You have learned all you can from us. You learned all you could from us four cycles ago, in fact. Go speak to Clarion for your earthly assignment. And for the love of God, Serif, do not come back here unless you are applying for a staff position.”

He read the glowing piece of paper in his forepaw for the hundredth time. He was assigned to a notorious den of sin, somewhere called Oblivion. The mortals called it a “dungeon,” though it didn’t look like any dungeon Serif learned about in his mortal history classes. Nobody was confined there involuntarily, and the mortals didn’t incorporate it into their justice system. Instead, they flocked there in droves to experience carnal pleasures in full sight of their fellow furs.

It ought to be a simple matter, Serif thought. Mortals weren’t the most reasonable creatures His Eternal Majesty saw fit to create, but surely they would be open to the notion that what they were doing was sinful and wrong. These furs were created in the image of their God, and He did not build their forms for things like that! It was most unseemly, clearly a result of the unholy influences spawned from that horrific other realm. That place of fire and brimstone, spoken of only in whispers in the Heavenly Sanctuary.

Serif shuddered, placing a comforting forepaw on his chastity cage. He was lucky to be protected from such impure desires, as were all other angels in the Heavenly Sanctuary. Theirs was a mission of purity, there was no space for sickening carnality. If Serif had it his way, every mortal on Earth would be locked in chastity as his brethren were.

But Clarion made it very clear that he was not to do anything drastic while on Earth. This was a mission for infiltration and proselytization, nothing more. If he did well in this Oblivion place, Clarion told him, then he could return next time and encourage mortals to follow his lead. In particularly recalcitrant cases, he could even force them into it. That sounded like a delightful idea to him.

Serif folded up his orders and slipped them into his pocket, reaching out and opening the door. He saw a dark and rainy city street, furs hurrying by with umbrellas. None of them could see the divine portal, but once Serif stepped through he would be indistinguishable from the mortals. The door would hide his wings and halo and change his robe into something more suitable.

With a deep breath, he stepped through the door. It closed behind him and vanished. It wouldn’t reopen until he completed his mission, or if he put out a distress call. He was determined not to fail, a distress call on his first mission was a death knell to his career prospects. Someday, Serif would be a guardian angel of immeasurable renown, spreading the good word of His Eternal Majesty across the Earth.

But for tonight, he was just a little mouse, getting drenched by a passing car. It threw up a tidal wave from a huge puddle in the road, dousing him from head to toe. Serif sputtered, the sweatshirt and jeans the portal gave him soaked through. By God, the training did not prepare him for the cold down here. It was late fall, and a pervasive chill filled the air. Now that he was soaked to the bone, it only got worse.

”Oh shit, are you alright?” A voice asked behind Serif. The angel mouse whirled around, shivering. A black-furred wolf in a long leather coat stood there, by the door to Serif’s mission. The mouse shook his head, trying to ignore the fact that he had just heard a curse word for the first time in his life. Maybe if he could ingratiate himself to this wolf, he would be a doorway to this place. He just had to hope his mortal lingo was up to date.

”I’m p-perfectly alright, good man,” Serif said. “Just caught a bit of a wipeout from that autocar.”

He gestured backward, toward the car that long since driven out of view. Serif fretted as to whether he had already given himself away, but the wolf just smiled and beckoned him forward with a massive forepaw.

”Well c’mon, before you catch another wipeout,” he admonished, opening the door. “You were planning on coming in here, right? I’ve seen plenty of furs get cold paws and stand outside the door all night.”

Serif gratefully accepted the invitation, scampering through the door into a well-appointed foyer. The floor was onyx-black tile, with several red couches and a front desk. A lithe ferret sat behind it, glancing up from her book to give the mouse and the wolf a little wave.

”Welcome back to Oblivion, Mr. Vail,” she said cheerfully. “Did your guest need a change of clothes? He looks awfully soaked.”

Serif blushed. “Oh, that’s perfectly alright, good woman,” he said hurriedly. “My current garments will serve me well, no need to trouble yourself.”

”Oh, nonsense,” Mr. Vail said with a click of his tongue. “You are drenched, you’ll freeze half to death like that! Besides, a sweatshirt and jeans is hardly appropriate attire for a place like this. You’ll be much happier in something a bit more exciting.”

Serif gulped. There were a few problems with this proposal. One, accepting mortal garments was strictly against the rules of engagement on Earthly missions. Two, his blessed robe was one of his precious few shields against the unholy lust and temptations that so plagued mortals. And three, based on his understanding of this place, whatever the wolf and ferret replaced his disguised robe with was sure to invite the lust of onlookers.

Although, refusing was likely to invite suspicion, and Serif couldn’t have that. If he stood any chance of succeeding in his mission, he would have to earn the trust of the patrons here at Oblivion. So as much as he wished to do anything else, he forced a smile onto his face and acquiesced.

”That is most generous of you, many thanks, Miss…” Serif said. The ferret giggled.

”Miss? Oh, you’re cute,” she said. “Just call me Hallie. Save the Misses and Sirs for when you get upstairs. A twinky little mouse like you is gonna need a lot of them, especially if you’ve got Mr. Vail dressing you up.”

The wolf crossed the foyer in five quick strides, beckoning for Serif to follow him. The mouse scampered after him, shooting a troubled glance back to Hallie. What in the name of the Heavenly Sanctuary did she mean by that? Serif could identify five separate items in that statement to be concerned about, but he couldn’t spare a thought for any of them. If he could stay attached to this Mr. Vail, perhaps that could earn him the trust of the other mortals.

Serif followed the wolf through a door into a side room, which was absolutely full of impure regalia. The mouse gasped. All sorts of arrangements of leather and latex surrounded him, most of which would cover little and less of his fur. He had never worn this little material in front of another being, by holy decree!

”Quite the collection, right?” Mr. Vail said, shooting the mouse a hungry grin. Serif laughed nervously, eyes darting around for any way out of this. If he put out a distress call now, the cleanup process would take weeks and the paperwork would be tedious beyond belief. But if he didn’t, he was going to be trotted out into this so-called dungeon dressed like a mortal harlot!

”I-it is rather impressive,” the mouse said, taking a half-step backward. “Though I daresay, this is quite a hullabaloo for a fur you aren’t acquainted with.”

The wolf chuckled. “That’s just the kind of guy I am, mousie,” he said. “You wouldn’t have come to a place like this if you didn’t want to play around with the harder stuff. Now, are you going to be a good boy and get out of those wet clothes for me? Or am I going to have to tear them off of you?”

Mr. Vail bared his fangs, and Serif’s blood ran cold. Without further ado, he stripped out of his soaked clothes, robbing himself of a layer of sacred protection. He stood before the wolf, shivering a little in the cool air, clad in nothing but his silver chastity cage. A fiery blush lit up his cheeks and his cage jumped in a way it never had before. By God, maybe his teachers were more serious about the robe’s protection than he knew.

The wolf eyed his cage with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “Seems like somebody’s quite the little exhibitionist,” Mr. Vail said. “It would be a shame to hide something like that away, I bet you love to show it off like a good boy, don’t you?”

Serif wanted to deny it, say that as a holy angel, he was of course above such carnal delights. But such protestations would hardly suit a mortal patron of Oblivion, so instead he bit his lip and nodded.

Mr. Vail was on him in a heartbeat, pressing his back up against the closed door and glaring down at him. Serif’s heart skipped several beats. “If I ask you a question, mousie, I expect you to be a good boy and answer with ‘Yes Sir.’ Do I make myself clear?”

”Yes Sir, my sincerest apologies Sir!” Serif exclaimed. By God, his cage had never hurt like this before. What was this feeling? Whatever it was, it was dangerous. He would have to take care not to allow himself any arousal. Arousal was the surest pathway to sin.

“Much better, good boy,” Mr. Vail said. Every time he said those words, Serif felt like he was glowing. He knew affirmation from a mortal shouldn’t be so satisfying, but he couldn’t help himself. Effusive praise was not a common feature of life in the Heavenly Sanctuary, especially not for something as simple as a change of phrasing. Though Serif figured he shouldn’t expect Mr. Vail to operate much like the angels he was used to.

”Now then, let’s see here,” Mr. Vail continued, turning away from the blushing, sweating mouse. “You certainly need a collar and leash, we can’t have you wandering around for somebody else to claim. A harness wouldn’t go amiss either, and I bet a chaste little treat like you would love some cuffs to keep those impure paws away from his cage. Does that sound like fun, boy?”

The “Yes Sir!” flew out of Serif’s mouth before he could process what the wolf suggested. It was hard to say no to him, shut up in here as he was. Keeping his forepaws away from his cage sounded like a great idea, he didn’t want to do something he’d regret. If restraint of his cock was a pathway to purity, it stood to reason that more restraints would make him more pure! He was so lucky that Mr. Vail had found him.

The wolf moved with frightening speed. A thick band of black leather closed around his neck, a lock clicking onto the buckle in the back. He worked Serif into a complex harness, arranging the web of leather straps in a perfect way to make the angel bite back a moan. He grabbed the mouse by the shoulders and spun him around, pulling his arms behind his back and cuffing them in place. He attached the cuffs to the harness, and even added cuffs to his biceps to reinforce the bondage. Serif gasped and this time, the moan forced its way out of his mouth.

”See, now that’s much better, good boy!” Mr. Vail said, looking the angel up and down with undisguised lust. Serif stared up at him with shining eyes. His mind was awash with conflicting emotions. He knew this was wrong, this went against everything he had ever learned in training! He was a divine being, he couldn’t feel lust!

Training had not prepared him for the lust that came unbidden with the hypnotic resonance of Mr. Vail’s voice. Training had not prepared him for the bliss he felt when Mr. Vail proclaimed him to be a good boy. And by God, training mentioned nothing at all about the sensation of cool, supple leather on his fur. He tugged on his cuffs, finding to his delight that he could not get out of them without Mr. Vail’s leave.

”Fuck, you’re an easy one,” the wolf said with a dark chuckle. “You’re being such a good boy for me. You know, good boys like it when Sir shows them off.”

Images of Mr. Vail doing exactly that burst into Serif’s mind. He saw the midnight-black wolf leading him through the Heavenly Sanctuary dressed exactly like this, flaunting his prize to all of the gaping angels. By God, that would make his cage go crazy! The lust flowed freely now, and Gape shuddered as a single drop of precum dripped out of the tip of his cage.

Mr. Vail caught it on a massive finger, slipping it into Serif’s muzzle. “Good boys clean up their messes,” he said as the angel sucked on his digit. His precum tasted nice, slightly sweet. He wanted more.

The wolf shed his coat, revealing an open leather vest and chaps, his cock bulging against the leather. Serif’s jaw dropped. He had never seen a bulge of that size before. By God, up in the Heavenly Sanctuary, the robes barely allowed you to see a bulge! Mr. Vail had no such interest in modesty, and Serif couldn’t look away.

”By God, Sir,” Serif said before he could catch himself. “I’ve never borne witness to a penis quite like that in all my life.”

The wolf chuckled as he clipped a leash to Serif’s extra-tight collar. “Well thank you boy,” he replied, giving it a tug. Serif stumbled down onto his knees, now face-to-face with the wolf’s bulge. He could smell it through the leather. It smelled like masculinity and sweat, and it clearly dwarfed Serif’s own. For some reason, he liked that.

”Good boys serve superior cock,” Mr. Vail said, with all the weight of absolute truth in his voice.

”Yes Sir,” Serif replied dreamily, nuzzling the massive bulge. Some tiny corner of his mind screamed out that he was succumbing to lust, that he must fight back, but the mouse didn’t want to listen. He could give in, just a little bit. Oblivion wasn’t going anywhere, he could guide these mortals toward purity after he worshipped at the altar of wolf cock.

Far too quickly, Mr. Vail dragged Serif back up on his hindpaws, smirking at the mouse’s disappointed squeak. The mouse finally managed to look away from the wolf’s bulge, suddenly ashamed with himself. What was he doing?!

”My apologies, Sir, but I do not believe I can carry on in this fashion,” Serif said, looking away from the wolf. “This is entirely improper, and clearly I have overestimated my own capabilities. If you wouldn’t mind, I would care to skedaddle from this place at once.”

The mortal didn’t respond at first. Serif worried that he had tossed in slang in the wrong fashion or at an improper time. But when Mr. Vail took him by the chin and directed his gaze back upward, he saw nothing but sympathy in his crimson eyes.

”Boy, I’ve never seen a newbie take to this quite like you have,” he said softly. “It’s alright to be afraid, it’s perfectly natural. But I’m not going to allow you to back out of something you’re enjoying so much. Good boys are honest about their desires.”

He pulled Serif into a kiss, and the angel swore he saw a higher heaven. Stars danced in his eyes, and his lips eagerly parted to allow the wolf’s tongue in. By God, were all wolf tongues this long? He didn’t care, this was absolute bliss. All thoughts of fleeing or fighting left his mind. There was nothing in the world, nothing in any of the realms but him and Mr. Vail, the angel and his Sir.

When the wolf finally broke the kiss, he left behind a dazed, giggly angel swaying in his bondage. Serif felt like he was flying, and the sweet, yet spicy taste of the wolf’s tongue lingered in his mouth. He looked up at Mr. Vail through hazy eyes, a dumb grin on his face.

”I will hear no more about your capabilities, boy,” Mr. Vail said with a sharp tug on Serif’s leash. “You are more than capable of taking what I have in store for you, and by the end of the night, you’ll be begging for me to remove that cage and grant you release.”

He led Serif out of the closet, giving Hallie at the desk a small wave. The mouse didn’t have the foggiest idea of how Mr. Vail would remove his cage; it didn’t have a key and it was designed to stay in place for his entire eternal life. But such concerns were beyond the understanding of bound boys like himself, he would leave matters like that to Mr. Vail. It was Serif’s job to be a good boy for Sir.

Mr. Vail took Serif up the stairs and through a set of oaken double doors, whereupon the angel saw a display of debauchery unlike anything he had ever imagined. Everywhere he looked, carnal pleasure ran free. He saw a muscular leopard chained to an X-shaped cross being whipped by a cat girl half his size. He saw a crocodile covered in latex from the neck down lapping at a smirking corgi’s paws. He saw a mouse that looked a lot like him suspended from the ceiling by his hindpaws, gulping down urine directly from a horse’s cock like he needed it to survive.

”It’s quite something, isn’t it?” Despite the many conversations and the background music, Mr. Vail’s voice still carried perfectly into Serif’s ears. The angel nodded, dazed by the uninhibited sin. He should be outraged. He should be doing everything in his power to stop this, to guide these depraved mortals down a more righteous path.

Instead, he followed along at the wolf’s heels, drinking in every drop of the dungeon’s majesty. The room was massive, far larger than it should’ve been looking at the building outside. Some part of Serif twigged that as suspicious, but that seemed irrelevant when instead he could look at Mr. Vail’s butt. It was framed perfectly by his chaps, bare naked, and it took all of Serif’s strength not to fling himself at it and start kissing. Mr. Vail would surely like it, but he hadn’t been ordered to do it. Serif had to be a good boy, after all.

”Let’s see here,” Mr. Vail said. Without warning, he grabbed Serif and pushed him against a post, undoing his cuffs and re-fastening them behind the pole so fast it made the mouse’s head spin. He also added cuffs to his hindpaws, locking them to metal rings embedded in the wooden post. In a matter of seconds, Serif was more helpless than he had ever been in his life.

“That’s how little creatures like you ought to be, good boy,” Mr. Vail said with a snarl. The mouse shuddered, fear and arousal at war in his mind. He felt like he could burst out of the cage, he was so desperate. By God, two and a half thousand mortal years without an orgasm took its toll without his robe on to suppress the urges.

Unfortunately, the wolf had no intention of allowing him to beg. He reached into the leather pouch holding his cock in place and pulled out a sweat-soaked rag, stuffing it in Serif’s mouth. The mouse retched, he’d never tasted anything so foul! But before he could spit it out, the wolf locked a leather muzzle onto his head, making the angel worship the revolting cloth.

”It’s a little trick I enjoy for good boys like you,” Mr. Vail said. He snapped his fingers and a pair of foxes in matching red leather vests with a cursive “O” on them brought over a large red leather armchair. He took a seat in it, high enough off the ground that he could still look down on his captive. One of the foxes handed him a cigar and lit it, then they both scampered away at a wave of Mr. Vail’s paw.

The wolf regarded Serif with hungry eyes. The mouse looked back at him, softly pleading into his gag. Between the sweat rag and the leather muzzle, he sounded pitiable. He was no better than the hedonist mortals throughout the dungeon, Serif realized. He was troubled by how much the thought excited him.

”So, mouse boy,” Mr. Vail said, blowing rings of smoke in Serif’s face. “I bet you thought you’d just come here casually, scope this place out, and maybe try to drum up some courage and take a big swing next time, didn’t you?” Serif nodded. It wasn’t technically a lie, though the wolf surely didn’t mean to refer to his heavenly mission.

”That’s not quite how things work around here, I’m afraid,” he said, licking his lips. The smoke rings stayed intact for an unnaturally long time, and every time one dissipated it seemed to take some of his thoughts with it. “When I see good boys like you, I simply cannot allow them to hold themselves back from what they so obviously crave. Oblivion is a place to embrace lust, to embrace carnal joy.”

He leaned in closer, holding the tip of his cigar just in front of the tip of Serif’s cage. “To embrace sin,” he continued. “Good boys embrace sin with all their might.”

Another set of smoke rings drove the message home, and Serif squirmed in his bonds. Embrace… sin? That couldn’t be right. That went against everything he’d ever been taught. He was supposed to oppose sin, not embrace it! But by God, none of his teachers spoke absolute truth quite like Mr. Vail did. When he wanted to, he could imbue his voice with power that the mouse found irresistible.

“I know that notion is likely confusing to you, mousie,” Mr. Vail said, running a huge forepaw down Serif’s flank. “Sin is meant to be fought, not loved, right? From my point of view, that is not the case whatsoever. What is so often labeled as ‘sin’ are the things that make life worth living. Does all this feel wrong, good boy?”

Serif shook his head and said “No, Sir” into his gag. That was the scary part; it felt right. This felt more right than being pure ever had. Standing naked before his captor dressed in nothing but leather, bound and gagged, displayed to a room full of sinners felt like home. He couldn’t wrap his head around it, though by this point, he couldn’t wrap his head around much.

It felt like there was a heavy fog resting over his mind, clouding his thoughts. He was so lucky to have Mr. Vail here to guide his train of thought to the proper tracks. What in the world would he do without the hulking wolf? He’d stick out like a sore thumb here. Now he just looked like another submissive mortal. He even felt like one! It was the perfect cover.

“That’s right, what a good boy,” Mr. Vail said proudly, punctuating his statement with another series of bewitching smoke rings. “Good boys love sin. Good boys live for sin. Good boys are servants of sin.” He wrapped a forepaw around Serif’s balls and squeezed, tingling bolts of pleasure shooting through the mouse’s body.

Serif threw his head back and moaned loud enough to draw several pairs of eyes. A servant of sin? Now that sounded delicious. What had being a servant of His Eternal Majesty ever gotten him? He spent millennia training to spread the word, and apparently that meant encouraging mortals to avoid things that felt this good. It was ridiculous! Why should he dedicate his eternal life to “purity” if purity meant resisting furs like Mr. Vail?

Mr. Vail looked at him, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. Huh, he didn’t know wolves had forked tongues. Between that tongue and those deep red eyes, the wolf almost looked like the lustful, sinful demons his teachers were always warning him about. But that couldn’t be the case. Mr. Vail would never lead him astray, he had been his faithful guide and protector to this place! Sure, because of him he was clad in nothing but leather straps, bound, and gagged, but it all made perfect sense to Serif. How was he ever to fit in at Oblivion if he didn’t look the part?

“So delicious to take pure, chaste little things like you and corrupt you,” Mr. Vail said, delivering a sharp smack to Serif’s balls. The angel flinched, that really hurt! “To teach you that there’s a better way than spending your entire life in your ridiculous little blessed cage. Why would you deny yourself bliss for the sake of satisfying some unpleasable being on a cloud?”

Now that was strange. Corruption? Degrading His Eternal Majesty? Now Serif was suspicious. Though that suspicion was difficult to maintain with Mr. Vail blowing more smoke rings in his face and beating his balls. He knew he shouldn’t like that, he knew he should listen to his suspicions and call for help, but by God he didn’t want to. He wanted to stay here and be a good boy for Mr. Vail.

A black and red-furred cat wearing nothing but a leather harness on his chest and a black steel collar came up next to Mr. Vail, looking at the bound Serif with a self-satisfied smirk. “Oh Sir, did you find another one?” He cooed, tracing a claw down the mouse’s chest.

“I did indeed, Azi,” Mr. Vail said with a growl. “This is Serif. If I had to hazard a guess, this is his first trip down from the Heavenly Sanctuary.”

Azi licked his lips, he had the same forked tongue as Mr. Vail. Alarms sounded in Serif’s head, but he could do nothing to resist them. Azi’s tail flicked out from behind his back, and it had the spade tip that signified a demon. When Mr. Vail’s tail curled around his waist to show the same tip, he wasn’t surprised.

“How many newbie angels are those dweebs gonna send down here?” Azi asked with a sneer. Serif fought against his bonds, but he could make no headway. He looked up at Mr. Vail, hoping for some sort of reprieve, but all he found was a cold sneer looking back at him. All of that sympathy was gone now, there was nothing but a vicious wolf demon staring him down.

“You should’ve heard this one,” he said with a derisive laugh, puffing on his cigar. “Dropping nonsense slang all over, calling Hallie ‘good woman.’”

Azi laughed as he took a seat in Mr. Vail’s lap. “It’s like they don’t even try to blend in with mortals,” he giggled, playing with Serif’s cage with his hindpaws. “Do you remember that last one kept saying ‘gadzooks’ right up until you gagged him?”

Serif protested into his gag, angels were experts at blending with mortals! Maybe he wasn’t an expert quite yet, but there was no reason to disparage his kind!

His protests ground to a halt when Azi grabbed either side of his head and forced him to look him dead in the eye. His bright red irises spun out into captivating spirals, and all of the remaining fight in Serif drifted away. He slumped in his bonds and moaned, a long stream of precum dribbling out of his cage.

“That’s right good boy, don’t bother fighting it,” Mr. Vail said with obvious satisfaction. “I’m afraid you have no hope of resisting us. Your kind wastes so much time going on and on about ‘purity’ and ‘fighting sin’ that you don’t have any capacity to resist it. All I had to do was take that robe away and you were mine.”

Serif shuddered. The cat’s hindpaws felt intoxicating against his caged package, prompting him to strain all the harder. He couldn’t look away from the demon boy’s swirling eyes, and the longer he looked, the dumber he got. If resistance was pointless by now, why shouldn’t he accept what the malevolent demons were imposing upon him? It wasn’t like it felt bad.

“He’s been such a good boy for me too,” Mr. Vail said, his gaze softening somewhat. “You’d almost take him for one of us, the way he takes to this sort of thing. This mousie was born to wear leather.”

“No kidding,” Azi marveled. He didn’t look quite so cruel now, if anything, he looked excited. “I can feel how hard he’s straining, it feels like that cage is about to pop!”

Serif nodded, he agreed. If his maw was unmuzzled, he’d be pleading with Azi and Mr. Vail to free his cock. They were right, he did take to this. He was a good boy for his Sir, and good boys were servants of sin. So what if these demons tricked him and had been manipulating him since the moment he walked through the door to the mortal realm? They showed him more compassion and fun than anybody in the Heavenly Sanctuary ever had.

“You know boy, we have the power to let you out of that cage,” Mr. Vail said. He briefly broke Azi’s hold over Serif to blow smoke rings in the cat’s face, making the smaller demon shudder in bliss. “We can give you an orgasm unlike anything they could ever show you in the Heavenly Sanctuary. Can’t we, Azi?”

“Yes Sir,” the cat replied dreamily. “You showed me what true heaven feels like.”

Mr. Vail chuckled, turning Azi’s head so he could resume melting Serif’s mind with his swirling eyes. “Azi here used to be one of you,” he continued, massaging the cat’s barbed cock. “He came down from the Heavenly Sanctuary on a night much like this, all cold and confused about why these mortals are so eager to sin.”

Serif looked at the cat in shock. He’d never met an angel who looked like that! Everybody in the Heavenly Sanctuary had pure white fur to reflect their sinless nature. This demon cat couldn’t look any less like one of Serif’s heavenly brethren. Demons were all liars, so the scriptures said. Of course Azi wasn’t a fallen angel. He couldn’t be!

“I don’t think the little angel believes you, Sir,” Azi said with a giggle. “Should I show him?”

“By all means, dear boy,” Mr. Vail said, sitting back in his chair and puffing on his cigar. “Show our dear Serif what he has to look forward to.”

Azi stood, maintaining eye contact with the bound angel all the while, and took a deep breath. Deep black wings folded out from behind his back, stretching out five feet in either direction. The black steel collar loosened from around his neck, floating up to form an unholy halo over his head. With a single beat of his wings Azi lifted himself off of the ground, floating before the dumbstruck Serif.

“I was like you once,” he said, his voice layered like an unholy choir. “Obsessed with purity and some twisted sense of morality in service of His Eternal Majesty. Sir showed me a better way, and I’ve never regretted it for a moment. The mortals are better off enjoying the pleasures their bodies and minds grant them, rather than suppressing them. As are we.”

Serif stared up at him in shock. Azi certainly looked the part of a fallen angel now. The tainted wings and halo were the textbook signs, recognizable by any guardian angel after even a single cycle of training. It was unbelievably risky for him to unveil himself like this in front of mortals though, what if they saw? The cleanup would be mind-boggling.

The mortals didn’t seem to mind. None of them looked shocked, or even surprised. On the contrary, they seemed to enjoy the sight. Several of them had gathered around the post he was bound to, watching his degradation with clear lust. Was this a common occurrence in this place? Unsuspecting angels dragged in off of the streets, seduced into surrendering themselves to debauchery, and broken for an eager audience?

“The mortals know full well what we are, Serif,” Mr. Vail said, waving a paw at Azi. His halo clamped back around his neck and squeezed, and the fallen angel collapsed into his owner’s lap, happily gasping. “They thank us for our work in protecting them from the likes of you. You’re no better than we are. Tell me, what was your final goal when infiltrating this place, mousie? You were going to ensure all these poor souls were locked in eternal chastity, weren’t you?”

Seeing no use in lying, Serif nodded. It was better for them, wasn’t it? It kept them pure, kept them whole. Their minds could remain focused on more important tasks, like serving His Eternal Majesty and performing good works. For two and a half thousand years he had heard that refrain, over and over again. But as Azi relaxed his gaze and allowed him to look around the dungeon, he saw that these mortals seemed plenty fulfilled in their lust.

“Do these mortals seem to be in need of your saving, Serif?” Mr. Vail asked. The mouse boy shook his head in shame. Was it all lies? Was the Heavenly Sanctuary not the force for good it so often claimed to be? They said demons were all liars, but the weight of evidence was not on the angels’ side. Did these mortals need chastity for salvation?

“I think he’s ready Sir,” Azi said, baring his claws.

“I think you’re right, boy,” Mr. Vail agreed. “What do you say, Serif? Would you like to rid yourself of your chastity and your absurd sense of righteousness?” The mouse boy nodded hard. He didn’t know what he could believe anymore, but trusting the demons in front of him seemed like the path of least resistance. If they were lying to him, at least they weren’t lying any more than the Heavenly Sanctuary was.

Azi tapped a claw against his cage three times, and it dissolved into a pile of ash at his feet. For the first time in his eternal life, Serif’s cock swelled to full mast. It was bigger than he expected it to be, seven inches sticking straight out from between his legs. He was dizzy from the arousal, moaning frantically into his gag. This was what he denied himself for more than two millennia?!

“I think he likes it Sir,” Azi cooed. “Can I pretty please take his gag off? I want to teach him how fallen angels kiss.”

Mr. Vail nodded, watching his playthings enjoy each other with satisfaction. Azi removed the muzzle and pulled the sweaty rag out of Serif’s mouth, leaving the captured angel panting. Azi was rather cute, and he made him feel so good. What would the harm be of accepting some kisses? Even kissing was allowed in the Heavenly Sanctuary every now and then.

But when Azi grabbed him by the head and shoved his long tongue down Serif’s throat, the mouse realized there was a great deal more to kissing than he knew. Azi’s tongue tasted just like Mr. Vail’s, both sweet and spicy. With every moment their lips stayed locked, more of Serif’s thoughts faded away. Why would he ever need to think when he was locked in a kiss with his brother in submission?

He had no idea how long Azi was kissing him, but by the time he pulled away, all Serif could do was giggle like a fool. Azi was saying something about “addictive venom” and “can’t turn back now,” but he wished he would use that sweet mouth to kiss him some more instead. The cat sat in front of Mr. Vail’s chair, and the wolf stood up, freeing his cock from his chaps.

Oh God, it was even bigger than Serif thought. It was easily ten inches long, with a massive knot at the base that defied comprehension. His mouth hung open and he started drooling. Fuck worshipping his eternal majesty, he wanted nothing more than to worship Mr. Vail and his godly cock. That sounded much more worthy of his time!

“I’d ask if you want to choke on demon cock, but you’re such a good boy that you’re already showing me how badly you want exactly that,” Mr. Vail said. “Get ready for the ride of your life, little fallen angel. Good boys serve their Masters.”

He forced himself down Serif’s throat with a grunt. It slipped in all the way up to the knot like it was nothing, and Serif twitched in his bonds. If Azi’s tongue tasted nice, Mr. Vail’s cock tasted like heaven everlasting. This was his purpose. This was why he was made. He didn’t come down to the earth so he could force unsuspecting mortals into chastity, that was absurd. He was here to worship Mr. Vail and his pet fallen angel, then join his ranks. Obviously. He was so foolish not to realize it sooner.

“Good boys suck cock,” Mr. Vail growled, pulling out and thrusting back inside. “Good boys surrender their halos. Good boys betray the Heavenly Sanctuary.”

“Don’t you want to be a good boy like me, Serif?” Azi asked, crawling between Mr. Vail’s legs and licking the mouse’s cock. “It’s so much better living in service of sin, and in service of Sir. Let go and accept your place.”

Without another word he dove down on Serif’s cock, taking all seven inches down his throat. The mouse moaned around Mr. Vail’s shaft, grinding against the cat’s face. He swore he could’ve cum in two seconds, but Azi was far too careful for that. He guided Serif to the edge of orgasm and kept him there, stimulating him with his lips and tongue just enough to leave him pleading around the demon cock stuffed down his muzzle.

“Good boys don’t cum before their owners,” Mr. Vail said with a grunt. He gripped Serif’s head tight and forced his knot between his jaws, and now the angel was choking. He didn’t need to breathe, such things were unnecessary for immortal beings, but he still felt the burn when his throat was obstructed.

Instead of protesting though, he stood still, letting the demon wolf knotfuck his face. It popped in and out and over and over, an intoxicating rhythm that left Serif stupefied. Mr. Vail was perfect. Faultless. Azi was pretty fucking faultless as well, working his mouth like that. He hoped he was making his new owner feel half as good as Azi made him feel.

“Ungh… fuck… good boys swallow,” Mr. Vail said with a groan. Serif felt the wolf’s cock tense as he unleashed a massive load down his throat, and the mouse swallowed every drop as he was told to. If Mr. Vail’s tongue had been a bit spicy, this was a five-alarm fire pouring down his throat. The demon’s cum felt like it was scorching him, but Serif didn’t care. All that mattered anymore was pleasing Mr. Vail.

“Well boy, I’m going to be here for a little while until my knot goes down, but you don’t need to speak for this part,” Mr. Vail said. “My Azi is going to make you cum, and when you’ve both taken and produced an orgasm at a demon’s hand, you’re as good as dead to the Heavenly Sanctuary. Is that what you want?” Serif nodded, looking up at Mr. Vail, eyes wide and needy.

“Good,” Mr. Vail said, scratching him between the ears. “Be a good boy and relax that disguise for me, hm? Watching the purity fade is my favorite part.”

Serif nodded again, his wings folding out and his halo popping into existence above his head. He couldn’t see them, but he could feel the corruption creeping into them. Black patches stained his wings, and black crept into his halo as well. This was it, he was doomed. There was no turning back. He was going to be a fallen angel, the Heavenly Sanctuary would never allow him back in.

He could still stop it. If he dug his claws into his forepaws deep enough to draw his golden blood, a rescue squad would descend from the heavens and save him. But he didn’t want to stop it. Serif wanted to fall. He wanted to sink into sin and debauchery, lose himself to Mr. Vail’s influence. He wanted to break angels just like Azi could.

“Good boys cum for their Masters,” Mr. Vail said, blowing a cloud of smoke in Serif’s face. The mouse’s body obeyed instantly, shooting rope after rope down Azi’s accepting throat. It was a pleasure unlike anything Serif had ever known, pure, blinding bliss that made him shake from head to hindpaw. It was a full minute before he stopped, and Azi eagerly drank every drop.

“Mmm, fuck,” the cat gasped as he pulled off of the mouse’s cock. “There’s nothing like the seed of a freshly fallen angel.”

Mr. Vail had finally softened enough to pull out, and he blinked Serif’s restraints out of existence with a wave of his paw. The fallen angel floated into the air, his eyes rolling back. A red haze surrounded his body, and a white-hot tingling erupted across his fur and wings. There was no turning back now. He had fallen, and now the Heavenly Sanctuary was stripping him of his purity.

It almost felt as good as his orgasm.

His fur turned blood-red, an even shade of crimson all over. His wings turned a deep, midnight black along with his halo, which moved down to wrap itself around his neck. The squeeze of his new collar was sweeter than any thoughts of purity ever had been. When he fell to his knees on the ground, a being of lust and deviance, he knew he had found his home.

Mr. Vail attached leashes to his and Azi’s collars and led them down the stairs to the lobby, where Hallie was waiting with her book. She surveyed the three of them with a little smile, eyeing up Serif’s new form.

“I hope you enjoyed your first visit to Oblivion, cutie,” Hallie said with a giggle. “There’s nobody better to show somebody of your persuasion around than Mr. Vail.”

The newly fallen angel nodded. “I had a wonderful time, good woman,” he said. Azi rolled his eyes.

“You’re gonna have to cut that shit out if you’re going to be a demon, Serif,” the cat snarked.

“Leave him be, boy,” Mr. Vail admonished. “Do you remember how you spoke the night you fell?” The cat blushed. “I seem to remember a great deal of words the mortals hadn’t used in centuries. Weren’t you always saying things like ‘forsooth?’”

“Sir!” Azi whined as Serif and Hallie laughed. Serif felt inspired to jab at the cat as well. If he wasn’t an angel anymore, surely some profane language was in order!

“Azi, in the words of the gentle virgin Mary,” he began, prompting the cat to roll his eyes. “Suck my dick!”

Mr. Vail stopped for a moment, then burst out laughing. Moments later, Azi, Serif, and Hallie joined him.

“You’re going to fit right in,” Mr. Vail said proudly. “Good boys sin proudly.”