What You See
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At first glance, an observer would note quite a few things about the tall celestial woman. First and foremost, her height. Standing just over six feet tall, the woman carried herself with a degree of confidence and grace, almost an arrogance that was one of the hallmarks of her celestial heritage. If she were armored, one could imagine she'd be quite the imposing sight.

Secondly, one would see that her body was littered with marks and scars all along her flesh. And yet, she did not often dress to hide them. Instead they were scarred into her body and worn like badges of pride. One might think she was a warrior from this fact alone, or at least one who has seen a battlefield. However, upon a closer inspection an observer would find that they were not scars of swords, spears, and magic... No, they were the familiar marks of sadistic abuse. Why she would wear them so proudly would be a bit of a mystery, as she wouldn't seem to many to be the type to go under the whip.

Looking closer at her, one would see that she had a face that was more beautiful than cute. She had a stunning beauty about her that was yet another hallmark of her species. By the way she dressed, she did not shy away from this beauty of hers. Instead, she flaunted it, enough that any observer who might look over her would be unable to miss her rather busty chest and the substantial bulge causing her panties to hang below her skirt, struggling to hold it in. She had hips that were wide and generous, the kind that would greatly assist in one's physical love life.

Who She Is
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For longer than most can remember, the Blood War has been raging between the fiends of the Lower Planes. While this war has been a bit of a blessing for the righteous forces, as a united force between both sides would be devastating to the planes, every so often this war spills out beyond their fiendish realms. When this happens, celestials often find themselves stepping in to keep control of the situation.

Elanie was one such angel. Created an agathion, it was her duty to step onto the Prime and set straight whatever issues arise from the Blood War. And for some time, Elanie did quite well at this job, finding herself more than capable at smiting the demons and out-thinking the devils who encroached upon the Prime.

And yet, Elanie was not perfect and was more than capable of mistakes. While still young, she was over-eager, desiring to prove herself an ever zealous combatant for the Heavens. Yet, such zealotry often leads one down the wrong path. It was on a job like any other, the pursuit and destruction of a balor on the Prime, that her zealotry became too much. She became reckless, and for her recklessness, she lost her battle. Beaten to an inch of her life and then knocked unconscious, Elanie would next awake a prisoner in The Abyss.

For years she remained in The Abyss, a captive to their twisted but often short-sighted machinations. And yet, for as much as she resisted, she was doomed to fail. Her body was beaten, her skin was whipped, her ass was battered. The fleshcrafters began to have fun with the 'holier than thou' angel, twisting her body. They forced a cock between her legs, amplified her bosom, enhanced her experiences of the flesh. Decades past, and the celestial's resolve eventually faltered. She had been broken down and her body had been recreated. She needed sensations, she needed to sate her lust more than she ever had before. And the demons refused to give it to her as she descended into lusty madness.

After decades of this treatment, rescue finally came. She didn't know how it came about, but fellow celestials arrived. War rampaged around her as she remained bound up by her chains. Regrettably, the angels were on the demon's turf, and they began to lose the fight. One rushed to Elanie, freeing her. Blood rushed through her hands and the heat and desire that had been building for so long finally saw a way to act out: She grabbed the angel that freed her, stripped them down, forced them onto their knees as she began to facefuck the angelic being. Decades of torment, of harrassment, of dreams filled nightly with the desire to sink her fleshcrafted cock into something wet and tight were acted upon. All around her, the demonic forces pushed back the angels, forcing them from the Abyss... Elanie paid them no mind as she sated her long pent up lust on the angelic savior, fucking them for all she was worth.

She lost track of how long she fucked the angel. She couldn't even remember what sex they were... She just knew she had to sate herself and that there was a warm body to use. The demons, triumphant in their defense, decided to let the scene play out. Seeing an angel rape another? Definitely something they all enjoyed watching. Sadly for them, it would be their downfall. When she had cum for the last time, she decided that being chained up was not for her. The demons around her were in a torpor that they didn't realize before it was too late that the angel had finished and brought the pain onto them.

It was a hard battle, but Elanie escaped. The other angel was left behind, as that angel was nothing but a spent cum rag to her at this point. Now freed, Elanie knew she could not go home... She felt the throb of her cock and felt a need to sate herself again. It was then that she began searching for a new home, a place with plenty to sate her almost insatiable lust.

Lights
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Whites: Being Dominant, Women, other Futa, Traps, Anal, Rape (with OOC arrangement first!), Being a Sadist, Whips, Chains, Abuse, and the like!

Greens: Pretty much anything not in the other categories. I am pretty open to stuff! Elanie might even be willing to submit to the right kind of dom.

Reds: Necrophillia, Torture (Outright, not Sexual like torment), Anything even remotely Childlike (including all Hin races, anything smaller than an elf), Dismemberment, Permanent character changes without OOC consent.