Date: Fri, 11 Dec 1998 03:14:01 PST
From: Daniel Master <master_daniel_65@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ronan, My Dark Angel (The Beginning)

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Copyright 1998 Daniel

Ronan, My Dark Angel: The Beginning

As I told you the last time we met Ronan was born in the year 666 what I
didn't mention then is that his mother was a witch and his father a
warlock so he is an original dark angel. I, on the other hand, am not:
Ronan made me what I am. But I want to tell you about Ronan now.
He was born in a time people didn't particularly like witches, but than
they never seem to like anyone that isn't like them. Ronan's mother was
killed when he was 16 and his father took him to live with an aunt until
he would be grown up. The aunt, a sister of Ronan's father, knew
what Ronan was and she finished his education. By the time Ronan turned
21 he stopped aging as we all do, unless of course we are being taken too
early like some of our friends. One of our friends, his name is Sam, was
taken by his dark angel at the tender age of 15: his angel just couldn't
wait, but I'm getting on a side track now.
Ronan picked his companion with care; he waited over six hundred years
for me, but he had a life before I was born and he wanted me to tell you
about it. It is not a pretty picture, so people with weak stomachs might
want to leave. Perhaps I shouldn't tell the really gross stuff, ah well
we'll see.
Ronan left his aunt's house when he didn't have anything else to learn
from her. A young dark angel doesn't need blood as much as an older one
does and he could do with one feed every two months. But he fed using a
lot of violence -- he really hated humans: for killing his mother, for
hunting down his father, and for not leaving him alone. I have to tell you
this before I forget, the union of a witch and a warlock does not necessarily
produce a dark angel, it can go very wrong and produce something so evil
Ronan doesn't want to tell me about it.
But back to my love. He used a lot of violence: in his early years his
trademark became leaving the bodies without their head and hands. He
told me once the head was for their ignorance for hating without reason
and their hands where for the blood on them for killing the ones he
loved.
He hates with passion my love.
After a few decades his hate had softened but before it did he butchered
thousands taking their heads and hanging them from trees, chopping of
hands, ripping out hearts and guts. He was a beast rather than a person.
After having fed he always felt this overwhelming urge to destroy and
rip everything apart he could get his hands on. Now we know how to
control that urge: he just fucks my brains out. But no one ever told him
he could do that.
In the year 1250 he met a man that taught him about sex he'd never even
jerked himself until than!
The man showed him to jerk off, give and take blowjobs, fuck, ... well you
get the picture, don't you?
They stayed together until he died (the man) in 1278. And Ronan was
alone again he was still searching for his mate and he had to wait for a
few more years. He met other guys now that he knew what he was looking
for, he has a perfectly tuned gaydar (did I mention he doesn't do girls?)
He wont fuck what he wont eat, he says. I think it's a joke -- I never saw
him eat a man either.
He had a lot of guys from then on. If you were to see him, you would
know why -- he is very handsome.
He has black hair, which is to be expected from a dark angel, he has
piercing dark eyes, a very fair complexion, he hates the sun.
The last guy before he found me lived with him for nearly 30 years. His
name was Connor, Ronan thought for a while he was to be his mate but he
was wrong. Connor never knew about Ronan's search for his mate, he did
know Ronan was not human. He couldn't have missed that one, Ronan never
aged a day while Connor kept growing older. I know Conner's death hurt
Ronan more than he was willing to admit, because I know Ronan.
In 1332 I was born in the same place Ronan was born over 600 years ago.
He knew I was his mate the minute I was born, he says I hit him like a
bolt of lightning. He had the task of making sure I stayed a virgin for
21 years and boy did he have his hands full with that. I was a horny
little bastard. But living in a small town in that time and age I didn't
have a chance to get laid that was not for lack of trying though.
Ronan can transform into any animal he likes, that is how he kept an eye
on me all the time. He made sure I was safe, remember a dark angel gets
one mate and he wasn't going to let anything happen to me.
I think I have to explain this a bit further, most dark angels get to
pick their own mate but for some of them, like Ronan, one is chosen by a
higher force. If his mate dies he is doomed to stay alone for eternity.
He can of course choose a human lover but they have the habit of dying.
On my 20th birthday, Ronan introduced himself to me; he told me he was
new in town. We got talking and we became best friend in a matter of days.
One year later he took me to be his.
The day of my 21st birthday, Ronan said he was taking me swimming in the
lake a few miles down the road. We took the horses and got on the way
early, before sunrise. It looked like it was going to be a beautiful day
we took the road through the woods and we chatted the whole time.
When we got there Ronan found a secluded spot in the shadow he said he
couldn't stand the sunlight on his skin. We went swimming and we played
around in the water until the sun came up and Ronan went to his hideout.
I stayed in the water for a while longer but it wasn't as much fun
alone.
When I saw Ronan in all his beauty I decided to take a chance and ask
him for a birthday present -- I got a bit more than I bargained for.
I cannot, of course, tell you the whole ritual we performed, but it
involves blood and sperm. Ronan told me he was very happy he was to be
my first, I now am too. He gently dried me, kissing every inch he dried.
My knees got so weak I had to sit down Ronan lowered my body onto the
soft grass and his body onto mine. Then he kissed me gently opening my
lips with his tongue, I felt his tongue enter my mouth and softly moaned
I sucked his tongue as far into my mouth as it would go. When he pulled
back I followed and tasted his mouth. For the fist time I was in heaven
(or so I thought at the time -- now I know better).
I involuntary moved my hips in a slow rhythm and, when I found out what
that felt like, I nearly came but Ronan moved away. He had bigger plans
with me.
Ronan made me lie down on my back and started to kiss his way down my
body stopping only to suck on my nipples hell I never knew nipples could
be this sensitive.
He whispered, "Gabriel, I'm gonna fuck you. Don't be afraid, I won't hurt
you if you just relax"
I moaned; I wasn't about to protest. I wanted to feel a cock up my ass for
god knows how long. Ronan proceeded to kiss and lick my trembling body
avoiding my rockhard cock witch by that time was leaking a steady stream
of precum.
Stroking and kissing my legs he pushed them up so he could reach my
tight hole. I grabbed my legs and pulled them to my chest. I was willing
to bend my body in half to allow Ronan to fuck me, but he surprised me by
licking my quivering hole with his wet tongue. I moaned loud as his hot
tongue gently licked me and tried to push itself in. "Oh my god, Ronan,
ohmygod, ohmygod, I'm gonna shoot if you keep doing that ...
oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh, Ronan." And he stopped "We can't have you cumming
already, can we?" he said
"I'm going to loosen you up a little first," Ronan informed me and he
took a little bottle filled with some kind of oil and started rubbing
that on my asshole. When he was satisfied with his work he gently pushed
one finger inside me and slowly fucked me with it. it felt so good and I
moved my hips to meet his finger but Ronan stopped his movements right
away. "You lie still until I tell you to move or I'll stop everything
right now."
It took all of my strength to obey Ronan, but I somehow did it and he slid
two more fingers in me tantalisingly slow. I begged him to go faster and
deeper -- fuck me hard -- but he didn't listen to a word I said. Finally
he pulled his fingers out of me, rubbed the oil in his big cock and pushed
the head against my relaxed hole. I whimpered and begged him to please
fuck me. He pushed in slowly, said he didn't want to hurt me. I told him
"Never mind about hurting me, just fuck me -- NOW!"
Ronan's eyes locked onto mine. "Okay, I'll fuck you but don't complain to
me later." And with that he pushed himself all the way in with one fast
move, making me scream but I loved it. Ronan started fucking me in a
steady rhythm making me moan and groan.
Every time his cock slid past my prostate, pleasure shot through my body.
Ronan lowered his body onto mine resting his elbows beside my head and
kissed me, his tongue thrusting in and out until I caught it to suck on
it. When I pushed my tongue in his mouth it, somehow felt strange like
his teeth where larger or longer. I didn't have time to think about it
though because my balls where about ready to mix my seed with my juices.
Or in plain English my balls where about to burst.
I let go of his mouth "Ronan I'm about to cum. I'm gonna shoot in a
minute." I wonder if he understood me talking trough clanged teeth but
he moaned, "Okay, Gabriel, just hold on a few more seconds I'm almost
there to."
He sped up his thrusts and I felt his cock pulse inside me, then I felt
something hot and wet in my neck and right after that a stinging
sensation. I lost all control and came like I never had before. Spurt
after spurt of my juices shot between our bodies and I swear I felt
Ronan's hot stuff fill up my guts.
I thought I heard Ronan mumble something but I couldn't make out what he
said (now, of course, I know he was casting his spell, I know word for word
what he said).
I didn't really care, I felt relaxed and at peace, then I lost
consciousness. When I woke up again, Ronan sat beside me looking at me.
He didn't smile. He just stared at me. I felt like something was wrong.
"What's the matter Ronan? Why are you looking at me like that?"
After a short silence he asked "How are you feeling? There is something
I have to tell you."
I tried to sit up but my head started to spin and I lay back down again
"What do you have to tell me? Is something wrong? Did I do something
wrong?"
"No, you didn't do anything wrong, you where perfect, but I did something
to you: I made you mine -- forever."
"What do you mean? You did just what I wanted you to do. I have wanted you
to make love to you since the day I met you"
"I know that, but I did more then make love to you: I made you MINE. You
never can leave me ... and you never can die."
I looked at him with my eyebrows frowned, "What the hell do you mean I
can never die? Are you kidding me? And I don't want to leave you anyway."
"Okay," Ronan said, "listen to me very carefully because what I am about
to tell you is very important: To the people in your village, you are dead.
They buried you about a month ago, so you can never go back there. You
no longer are human. You now are, as we like to call ourselves, a `Dark
Angel,' there are many of us.
We live scattered all over the planet, don't ask about that I'll explain
that to you later. We are not vampires, but we do require blood every now
and then or we grow weak. The most important right now is for you to
regain your strength and for you to trust me."
Ronan never took his eyes of my face once during his speech. He saw a
look of horror cross my face.
I screamed at him "You did what?! You turned me into a freak! I hate you!
I will not stay with you! NEVER! You hear me?! NEVER! Go away, you monster!
I don't want you near me! I hate you!"
Ronan just sighed and left me alone. I tried to sit up, but found I still
couldn't move without getting very dizzy.
For the first time since I woke up, I looked at my surroundings and saw I
was in some kind of cave, but it was a furnished cave. There were two
large chairs and a table in it and a bed which I was laying in.
I lay there for hours; thoughts going round and round in my head. Ronan
made me into something evil. I hated him, but I still loved him too. I
didn't ever want to see him again, but I wanted him to make love to me
too. His face kept appearing in my head. I knew his face so well but I
didn't know him at all.
Then Ronan came back with a cup he wanted me to drink from. I didn't
want to -- I didn't trust him anymore.
He urged me to take a sip. He said he knew I would like it and it would
make me stronger. I hesitatingly took a little sip and he was right, I
liked it a lot. I took the cup from his hands and as our hands touched
it was like electricity running through me I know Ronan felt it too. I
drank the liquid from the cup and tried to sit up, no dizziness at all,
I tried to stand up, I was ok.
Then I felt something so powerful it almost knocked me of my feet it was
like I was being taken over by a very strong force but I was still in
control. I felt strong and powerful: I felt like lashing out at someone or
something. Ronan was conveniently close by, I ordered him to get down on
his knees he obeyed immediately. I ripped his clothes off and smacked his
bare ass until it was bright red, I enjoyed doing that: my cock was
dripping wet with precum. I didn't bother to lube Ronan up and shoved my
entire cock up his ass in one move. I think Ronan expected me to behave
like I did -- he lubed himself up luckily for both of us.
I fucked him like there was no tomorrow he had to brace himself against
the side of the bed or I would have taken him around the cave. He moaned
and screamed and I did the same all of my pent up hate came out of me. I
had no mercy I clawed my hands in his sides drawing blood I licked his
blood off my fingers and it made me even hotter.
I felt his ass massage my hot cock and then it contracted around my cock
like it tried to milk me but I just kept on fucking Ronan's ass. I think
I fucked him for the better part of an hour. I felt his hot hole
contract like that for six or seven times during the fuck and only later
realised he came every time I felt it.
Eventually I came and my orgasm was so powerful I passed out cold. When
I came to Ronan was washing my tired body. "Go away and leave me alone I
hate you I just needed an ass to fuck."
I turned my back to him not caring if I hurt him or not.
"You can hate me all you want, but I won't go away. You are mine as I am
yours -- we need each other."
I didn't answer him. It was going to take me a long time to get over
what he did to me and I started to wonder what it was I drank.
The next few months were pretty uneventful. I didn't need to much blood
and Ronan provided me with everything I needed. We don't need to eat but
we can if we want, so Ronan went hunting (animals) and tried to make
sure I was happy. I didn't want to be happy though , I hated him with
all my heart. I fucked him when he brought me blood but I wouldn't let
him touch me, it frustrated him but he didn't force me.
He taught me how to hunt (both animal and human), he educated me on
witches and warlocks, he helped me adjust to living in the dark -- my eyes
saw better in the dark anyway.
After about a year of education, he took me with him to go hunting. I was
excited and scared at the same time. We both transformed into eagles and
flew to the edge of a large city.
We walked into the city together just before sundown. When night finally
fell, we selected our victim: a man in his early sixties. He staggered a
bit when he saw us but I think that was due to the fact he was drunk.
Ronan told me to go ahead and feed the way he showed me. I quickly
located the carotid artery, plunged in my teeth and blood spurted out
everywhere except where I wanted it, namely in my mouth.
Ronan quickly killed the old man by ripping open his throat. "Come on
lets get out of here, we are going to an other part of town."
My next victim I did a little better, I actually managed to get a mouth
full of his blood but it tasted foul so I spit it right out again. Ronan
told me he probably was sick. He thought the plague was back. He said he
hated that because it made the blood scarce.
My third victim tasted a lot better, he was a bit younger than the first
two. I completely drained him of his blood. After I fed Ronan made me
drive a stake through his heart, he had already told me that would kill
them because we didn't want a lot of zombies walking around leading
people to us.
We had to kill them right away. If we waited too long, they would wake up
and be difficult to kill.
Ronan fed just a few days before so we went home to our cave. When we
came home I felt like I always do after drinking blood: powerful and
hornier than hell. I practically raped Ronan -- I fucked him three times
that day before I was satisfied. I think he shot at least 10 times. He
was exhausted and so was I.
We lived like this for a lot of years, Ronan teaching me everything he
knew, both of us feeding, me fucking him silly, but I still wouldn't let
him touch me.
Than one day Ronan came home yelling at me "Gabriel, come on! We have been
discovered! We have to go now hurry!" We ran out a secret exit and
transformed into eagles flying over the heads of the angry mob that
wanted to kill us. I know they can't and I know all my wounds will heal
fast, but I also know being burned alive hurts like hell.
We found shelter in the home of one of Ronan's friends and that was the
first time I ever met any other dark angels. Ronan and I where treated
like old friends, which Ronan of course was. The two women lived in a
small valley with a herd of horses and no neighbours for miles -- we loved
it there. We took long walks and talked for hours. On one of the walks
we sat down beside a beautiful little waterfall and for some reason I
felt romantic. Ronan sat down and I placed myself between his legs -- my
back against his chest.
I felt Ronan holding his breath, he was not used to me being affectionate,
I usually kept a fair distance between us. Besides me fucking him, I
wouldn't allow any touching.
Ronan relaxed a little when I snuggled up to him, he let his arms hang
beside his body. "Ronan, will you please hold me in your arms?" I asked.
(You have to keep in mind I never told Ronan about my feelings towards
him. As far as he is concerned, I still hate him.)
"Are you sure you want me to touch you?" Ronan asked me. "Yes, I am sure.
I am touching you too aren't I?"
Still a little hesitatingly he put his arms around my body, but when I
didn't push him away, he hugged me tighter. We sat like that for a long
time just enjoying the feeling of each others body. Finally Ronan asked
me why I wanted his touch now after so many years.
(And it had been many years believe me -- I hated him and punished him for
hundreds of years. It was the end of what is now known as the dark ages
or middle ages)
I told him I had started to feel different towards him some time ago and
that my hate for him was gone.
He talked for hours and finally I admitted to Ronan I loved him. He said
he was very pleased to hear that.
I knew him well enough by now to know not to expect him to tell me he
loved me, but I knew he did by the way he touched me. I had known all
along Ronan loved me, I didn't need to hear him tell me.
And that day, for the first time in centuries, we made love just like we
did the first time -- gentle, sweet and soft (even though not everything
was soft, some things where so hard it hurt).
That's all for now, next time I'll tell you what happened when we came
home to our friends house.

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Daniel