Training

You don't know where you are. It's dark. The last thing you remember is falling out of the air, suddenly paralyzed. Everything went black when you hit the ground, which… isn't the most shocking result you could imagine. And now you're here, tied to a chair. Can't see a damn thing since there's nothing to set off your halo right now. It's cold.

After some time, the door opens, and for a brief moment you think you see the glow of a halo. It must've been your imagination, this head is adorned by a pair of horns. She turns on the light as she steps inside, shutting the door behind her.

"Did you enjoy your rest?" The words are spat through a cruel grin.

"I assume you're the one who swiped me out of the air?"

"Of course. You made such an easy target of yourself, floating along as if you had nowhere to be."

Your halo begins to glow faintly. You will not let her get a rise out of you. "What do you want from me?"

She smirks. "I believe I've already gotten it, if the way this thing is glowing is any indication," she says, tapping your halo with a claw. "Which I know it is."

The glow gets brighter as you feel the rage boiling up inside you. "DON'T TOUCH THAT!"

"Oh? Struck a nerve, did I? Perfect." She grabs your halo with one hand, the other reaching down to unfasten her skirt. It drops to the floor, revealing a sizable cock, already hard. How did she hide that thing in there? "I'm hoping to strike as many as I can manage tonight." She grabs your halo with the other hand, using both to leverage it downward, forcing your face between her thighs. "By the time I'm done with you, there'll be too much rage coursing through your veins for this thing to even hold itself together, let alone hold back the tide."