Aria IV - The Mistress Part II

"Now Aria, lets play..."

The words echoed through the chamber as Aria stared, dumbfounded. This woman, this  mistress was obviously quite serious. She gave Aria a wicked grin as she slowly pumped the long dangling phallus. Unable to help herself, she openly gawked at the long thick tool. It was shaped like a mans, and a similar shade of grey as his skin, except for the head which was a dark purple colour, and the size of a peach. The Mistress grasped the fat head in her hand, massaging it as the cock swelled up. She moved in front of him, legs spread shoulder width apart, and rubbed the rapidly hardening cock on her wet lips, grinding back and forth. The Angel grunted as his hips thrust forward involuntarily. She moved back from him, leaving him standing with his erect cock glistening with her juices.

Turning back to Aria, she pushed her back gently onto the bed, moving on top of her. Too aroused to protest, Aria watched as the  Mistress kissed her breasts, twirling her tongue around the small hard nipples. She spent extra time on the pierced one, tugging at the ring that now filled the hole left by the Angel’s claw. It was still sensitive, and the attention sent waves of a combined pain and pleasure through her body. Moving slowly downward, she took long sucking kisses of the tight flat flesh of Arias tummy. Aria looked over the Mistress’ back to look at the angel who stood a few feet away. His cock twitching occasionally as he stared at his mistress’ pussy, his attention entirely focused between her long legs.

The Mistress had reached her shaved mound, her tongue licking in circles as she slowly made her way down to Aria’s aching clit. She sucked it into her mouth and slowly circled her tongue around it as Aria moaned. Cupping her breasts, Aria teased her nipples with her short nails, pinching and pulling them as the Mistress licked at her slit. A haze settled onto Aria’s brain as the pleasure took over, her hips lifting to meet the warm tongue that pressed into her welcoming canal. This lady obviously enjoyed what she was doing, she took her time and her tongue explored every inch of the hot flesh between Aria’s legs. Her tender touch belied her tough scarred exterior, Aria found herself melting into the fabric of the bed as the sensations flowed through her tired body. She gripped the sheets as the orgasm took her, the insistent tongue between her legs lapping up all the juices that flowed forth.

Aria didn’t move for a minute, just savoring the feeling of complete release. She had not felt such a strong sensation in weeks, a long time for her. Looking down she watched as  the Mistress motioned her angel forward, his still hard cock poking straight forward. The mistress moved up on all fours so that she was almost eye to eye with Aria. She lay her upper body down, head resting between Aria’s breasts, her ass still up in the air. Aria watched, fascinated, as the angel stood between her legs and pushed his fat head against the wet slit.

The Mistress moaned as the Angel thrust into her, at least half his lengthy shaft disappearing inside her. She gripped Aria’s arms and cried out as he began pumping into her, his wings pulling back as he focused on driving his cock into her stretched pussy. Aria could feel the strength of his thrusts as she held on to the Mistress and they both rocked with the bed. Reaching a hand down, she frantically massaged her own sex . However strange the situation seemed to be, it was incredibly arousing and she ached for more pleasure. The Mistress buried her moans in Arias breast, sucking the nipple until a squeal of pleasure and pain would force her mouth open. Then attacking the raw nipple again. The bed was a frenzy of movement, saliva, and juices as the three of them ground together.

The Angel began to grunt loudly, his frenzied thrusts coming even stronger as he approached his climax. With a sudden bellow he buried himself to the hilt in the Mistress and unleashed his heavy load of hot seed. She screamed out, “Fuck FUCK fuck fuck fuck fuck FUUUCCCKKKKKKKKK!” as she came right after him, their combined juice dripping down onto Arias fingers as she worked her burning cunt. The feeling of the hot semen coating her fingers drove her over the edge, and she joined them with her own shuddering explosion of pleasure.

The Mistress flopped down onto her, nuzzling under her chin. A thick flow of semen coated Arias legs and sex as the Angel withdrew his still hard cock from the Mistresses distended cunt. Without a sound he moved back to his place, and Aria watched as his cock gradually softened and drooped down between his legs. The Mistress was already asleep, breathing deeply as she lay on Aria. Needing time to think, Aria closed her eyes for a moment.  

“Wake up, girl”, that sharp voice that she remembered. Her eyes opened to find that she was back in her ‘room’ where she had first bathed and changed. The Mistress stood over her, her cruel beauty back in place, where just hours ago had been a shared passion. “Dress, it is time for dinner”. She pointed to the end of the bed, “Your armor has been repaired and cleaned,  dinner is in 15 minutes.”

She stalked out of the room without a look back, leaving Aria to herself. Briefly considering trying to escape, she realized that she still didn’t know where Pixie was. There was no traces on her body from the nights activities...dinner? How long had she slept? They had obviously bathed her when she was brought back her. She remembered nothing after the intense sexual encounter. Donning her armor, she stalked back down to the Mistress’ chamber.

“Please, sit”, the mistress indicated a spot to her side at the long heavy wood table. Aria sat, admiring the classic spread of candles and artifacts of another time. The Mistress signaled to someone out of Arias sight, and a man Aria had not seen approached the table. Sitting on his shoulder chatting away to him was the missing Pixie, looking perfectly happy. She spotted Aria and squealed in delight, flying up off of the mans shoulder and zipping over to buzz by Aria’s cheek, planting a wet kiss.

“Aria, I’ve missed you!!”, she settled down on her shoulder, “But these people have been so kind to me. Have you met the Mistress?”

“Yes, we have met”, Aria couldn’t help but smile at her diminutive companion, “Earlier when I was looking for you.” Aria could see the Mistress watching them, an unreadable expression on her face...envy perhaps, it was too hard to tell. The food arrived, turning the conversation to minor pleasantries of food and environment. The man came and went, bringing all manner of foods that Aria had either never seen or had not seen in years.

 Aria tried to stay patient through the meal. Finally she could wait no longer.

“I don’t understand”, she blurted, “the Angels are our mortal enemies, they came to earth to destroy us. Yet they obey you?”

The Mistress watched her for a time, not speaking. Her eyes scoured Aria’s. She felt like every ounce of her soul and being were being weighed and measured. Finally, she spoke slowly.

“Aria, where did they come from?”

“Well I don’t know where exactly, but from space, they attacked earth, you know this? We all know this?” Aria didn’t understand what the Mistress was getting at.

“Why are they called Angels, if they came from space?”

Aria was getting frustrated with the Mistress avoiding her question, but decided to play along in the hopes that she would learn something useful in fighting the deadly Angels.

“You know they aren’t really Angels, but when they first came, that’s what people thought they were until we found they were mortal, like us. Then it became obvious they were not true angels.”

“Aria, have you ever seen an angel bleed?”

Aria had a flash of fear. Was this a trap because of the Angels she had killed. The Mistress was still looking her, waiting for her answer. If it was a trap, it was too late for her to do anything. She saw Pixie looking at her expectantly, sensing that there was a tension in this conversation that she was not understanding.

“Yes I have”, she answered finally, “many times. Their blood is green and smells of acid.”

The Mistress sighed and hung her head. She stayed like that for a time. Aria waited, her impatience tempered by the growing feeling that there was something important in the Mistresses words.

“Aria, what if I told you that the angels are men, and that is why they bleed?”

“What?!?”, Aria both shouted and laughed, “I think you might be a bit confused Mistress, a cock does not make them men.”

Shaking her head, almost sadly, The Mistress looked at her. “No Aria, they are nothing more than men who were altered and bred by a group of very powerful, and very insane people.”

“How could you know this, I have never heard such a thing.”

“I know because I was there Aria, I am over 300 years old. My father was one of those men, and I am yet another of his experiments. So is your Pixie there.”

This was quickly becoming a farce, this woman was obviously as insane as she claimed her mythical father to be. Reading the doubt in her eyes, she asked Aria another question, “What is Pixie’s name?”

“I don’t know”, she shrugged in frustration, “Pixies never give up their true names.”

“Pixie, what is your name?”, asked the Mistress. Pixie smiled and said cheerfully, “I am Iome, pleased to meet you.”

The blood rushed in Aria’s ears, this wasn’t possible! But it all made sense. How she controlled the angels, how she could compel Pixie to reveal her name...and why she would not reveal her own. The Angels were men? So hard to believe. But didn’t they act in the same way as men?

So many questions...

Aria turned away from the building, wondering if she would ever see The Mistress again.  Her fate was a cruel one, the anguish in her mind a terrible thing to contemplate. Turning her thoughts to the long journey ahead, she adjusted her pack and checked her new swords. One protruding over each shoulder, the slightly strange handles worn from years of use, but their blades made of a steel without parallel. Pixie chattered away in her ear as she put one foot in front of the other and started down a new path.

Continued in Aria V