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Angels Ch. 01

By: Khawk



Chapter 1: Writer's Block

Carrying the two wine glasses, Mike walked over to the couch where his partner, Susan, sat. Handing her a glass, he sat down beside her. "A toast," he said. "To a job well done." 

Susan held up her glass and replied, "Here, here." As she tilted the glass back, Mike noticed her shoulder holster. Girls with guns were such a turn on for him. 

*********** 

David stared at the computer screen in horror at what he had just written. Girls with guns were a turn on? How cheesy was that? 

David deleted the last line of his story, and paused. Then he paused some more. "Fuck," he exclaimed in frustration. He had just written the entire book, and the ending just wasn't there. "All I need to do is have them fuck, have him change into a werewolf, and the story is done," he thought. "But how do I start that damn sex scene?" 

David's latest book was about a serial killer that killed his victims during sex. The catch was that the killer was a werewolf. The werewolf was trying to reproduce, and when it failed to impregnate a woman, he would change, and eat them instead. Mike and Susan were the detectives tracking him down. They eventually find, and kill the werewolf. What Susan was about to find out was that there were in fact two werewolves; Mike was the second. 

"Now if I can only get this last scene down," David thought to himself as he slouched down in his chair, and glanced around his office looking for inspiration. 

His oak desk was set up against the side wall. He had set it there so he could look out the window into his backyard. Looking out across his yard, across the neighboring field, he could just make out the sun coming up over the mountains. The sky seemed afire, as the golden orb crested the mountain range. He woke early each morning just for that view. 

After a few minutes of sightseeing, he turned around in his chair to survey the rest of the room. Two book shelves spanned the length of another wall. Most of the books on those shelves were favorites of his and his daughters. Then there were several research books. One shelf held books he had written. There were nine at the moment. 

Against the next wall was another desk. This one was metal, and looked like it belonged to a teacher in a classroom. The family's second computer, humming happily, sat atop it. That one was suppose to be shared by David's daughters, but more often then not they used both computers. David didn't let that bother him though. He loved his girls to the point of distraction. Plus he could always write on his laptop. 

Beside the second desk was a printer, scanner, and fax machine. David never used any of these items, but his girls used the scanner and printer often. No one used the fax. 

The final wall, where the door to the rest of the house was, held nothing of note, but a painting hanging from it. The painting displayed an elephant charging. 

David returned his eyes to the screen. He made a few more attempts, and finally decided to take a break. As he pushed his chair back, his eyes fell upon a picture that sat on his desk. The picture showed a pretty woman of about twenty. She had long raven black hair, and an impish smile. Her name was Lori. 

David reached out, and took the picture. He stared into those beautiful brown eyes, and gave it a half smile. "I miss you love," he said quietly. Sighing he set the picture back in its proper place. "Maybe that's my problem with this scene," he mused to himself. Lori had died while giving birth to David's daughter, Jessie. After that, he had thrown himself completely into raising Jessie, and his writing. He hadn't dated anyone. "Guess it's hard to write about something you don't know anything about," he chuckled. 

David left the room, and walked toward the kitchen. As he walked past the stairs he heard someone moving about upstairs. He knew that it was Jessie. Kat wouldn't be getting up until after Jess left. 

As David walked into the kitchen, he considered making breakfast, but decided not to. Today neither Jess, nor Kat would want any. David instead poured himself some coffee, grabbed a bagel, and headed to the living room. 

Sitting down in his favorite chair, David took a bite from his bagel, and turned on the TV. Flipping through the channels, he finally settled on a soap opera. He had no idea which one it was, because he didn't care. All soaps were the same to David. He figured that the thinly stretched plot line would bore him enough to get his own creative juices flowing again. 

Hearing someone descending the stairs, David looked over his shoulder, and saw Jess. She was wearing blue shorts, a blue top, and white sneakers. She worked part time at the marina, washing the boats docked there. Today was her last day. 

"Good morning, honey," He said to her as he settled back into his chair, and returned his attention to the television. 

"Morning, dad," she replied as she bent to give him a kiss on the check. Continuing the move, she then took a bite out of his bagel. She then headed into the kitchen. David didn't have to look to know that the rest of her breakfast would be a glass of orange juice. 

"Kat getting up," he asked though he knew the answer already. 

"Guess not," Jess replied as she walked back into the room carrying a glass. She had a disgusted look on her face. "I tried to get her up, but she just pulled the covers over her ear. And she shooed me! Can you believe that?" 

"Oh? Well I guess she is tired love," David replied while hiding a grin with his bagel. "She was up late last night." 

"So was I, and I got up. She can be so lazy sometimes." 

David kept his voice neutral when he said, "Let her sleep, love. It is her first day as a graduate after all." David knew why Kat had stayed in bed, just as he knew that she would be up just as soon as Jess left. 

"If she hadn't promised to drive me to work, I wouldn't mind so much. She was going to be my moral support." 

David found that humorous. Jessica looked like a street thug, but was afraid of her own shadow. She had her mother's black hair, and wore it cut short in a choppy manner. While nowhere near husky, most people who saw her thought "Now there's a girl who can take care of herself." They were wrong, but that's what they thought. She couldn't throw a punch to save her life. 

"Don't worry. You'll do just fine. When are you going to tell them?" 

"About lunch time, I guess," Jess replied as she sat on the arm of her father's chair. Glancing at the television she said, "That must be some writer's block." 

David chuckled at that. Jess knew him real well. "Just having a bit of trouble with the final chapter. I will get it eventually." 

"Well, tell me. What's got the great writer so flustered?" 

David, who had just taken a sip of coffee, choked a little on that. The word flustered hit a little to close to home. "It's nothing. Nothing at all. I should have it finished tonight." 

Jess gave him a long look. "Don't give me that. What's the problem?" 

"Don't you got to go to work?" David asked. 

"Oh no you don't. You aren't changing the subject that easy. What's the deal?" 

Sighing, David told her about writing the whole story until the final chapter where there was a sex scene. 

"So?" Jess shrugged, "Just write it and be done." 

"I will just as soon as I find the words." 

"It's sex, dad. Not the bill of rights. Just write anything." Jess replied. She didn't seem the least bit embarrassed by the topic. 

David was just a tad bit embarrassed by the topic. "Well, I tried, but it sounded real lame." 

Jess gave her father a long look, and then narrowed her eyes as a thought came to her. "Just how long has it been since you've had sex, dad?" 

"That's none of your business, young lady," David said. 

"Oh hell with that. Answer me." 

David considered arguing, but gave in. Jess usually got what she wanted. "A few months before you were born, okay." 

"What?" Jess exclaimed. She was so startled by that answer that she about fell off the chair arm. As she stood up, she asked, "What the hell have you been doing all this time?" 

"Jess, come on. Between you and my writing, I haven't even thought about it." 

"Dad, that's bull. Why haven't you been dating? You know mom wouldn't want you to be alone." 

David laughed. "It's not like I've got ladies lining up." 

"Are you blind?" Jessie asked her father, "I can name a dozen girls right now who would jump for the chance to be with you." Jess then got a sly gleam in her eyes. "Even our very own Kat has a crush on you." 

That comment about floored David. While Katrina wasn't his real daughter, he had basically adopted her years ago. David had been a family friend to Katrina's parents, and her godfather. Her father, who was a cop, had gotten shot in the line of duty. Her mother had retreated into herself soon after, and had to be put into a home to be looked after. Kat, having no other relatives, had lived with them ever since. 

"That's not funny, Jess," David scolded her. 

Jess just shrugged. "I'm not the one with the crush on you, father." Then with a smile she added, "But don't get any ideas about her. She's still your daughter." Then with a laugh she headed to the door leaving David sputtering. 

*********** 

Still chuckling, Jess stopped by the table that was placed by the front door for mail, and keys. She reached for her father's set of keys, and then paused. With an evil grin on her face, she grabbed the set with the pink miniature flip-flop hanging from them. 

She glanced up to the ceiling to where Kat was still in bed, and said aloud, "If you're going to sleep all day, then you won't need you car Kitty-cat." 

She ran her hand up the back of her head, fluffed her hair, and then shook her head causing her short hair to fly about. With a grin, she was out the door. 

Walking to the driveway, she avoided the walkway in favor of walking through the still damp grass. She inhaled the wet morning fragrance. "God, I love this time of day." 

She walked past her father's red Jeep Wrangler, and climbed into Kat's black Mustang GT. Quickly she adjusted the mirrors, and started the car up. "It's all inside of me, it's all inside of my head," blared from the speakers. 

Jess leaned her head back for a second, allowing the sound of the radio to flow over her. She could feel the power of the car, as if it wanted to drive itself. She loved this feeling. 

Finally, Jess backed out of the drive, and went to work. 

*********** 

Katrina was out of bed and at the window in an instant. She recognized the sound of her car's engine. "That little tramp," she said aloud as she watched her car working its way down the long driveway. As the car disappeared behind the trees that engulfed their front yard, she smiled at the irony of this. Jess had just driven off in her car, and Kat would soon return the favor. 

A knock at her door pulled her away from the window. "She's gone, Kat. Get dressed, and let's go. Tom said that everything is ready," said David through the door. 

"And a good morning to you too, Professor. Don't worry dad. Tom would wait till midnight for us," Kat laughed. "I will be down in a minute. Just need to get dressed." 

"Okay, but please hurry. I want to get this done before Jess gets back," came the muffled reply. "I will be downstairs. Oh, and good morning." 

Kat laughed at her father. He could be the coolest man in the world, but sometimes when he had a lot on his mind, he could be so out there. He reminded her of that absent minded professor. Both Kat and Jess called him Professor to tease him, but they both loved him for it as well. That characteristic made him seem way younger then his forty-six years. 

Kat smiled as she thought, "And I get to spend the whole morning with him." Since her father had died, David has filled the male role of her life. At first her feeling toward him had been gratitude. That had developed into affection, then into love. She also developed a bit of a crush on him. She often found herself comparing others to David, and finding them lacking. 

She opened the door of her closet, exposing the door length mirror on the inside. Quickly she striped off the gray sweat shorts, and thin top she wore to bed. She picked up the red underwear from the chair where she had arranged the clothes she was going to wear today. 

After she was fully dressed, she studied herself in the mirror. Her strawberry blond hair hung just below her shoulders. The black blouse, with a red heart in the middle, hung from her shoulders by thin straps leaving her arms bare. The shirt reached the top of her skirt. The skirt was black with red trim, and reached just above her knees. On her feet were white pumps. 

As she stared into the blue eyes of her reflection, she knew the outfit needed something. Then she snapped her fingers. Quickly she went to the door that separated her room from Jessie's. No one knew why that door was there, but the girls have always left it open. After a small search on Jessie's dresser, she found it, a black lace chocker with a cross. After placing that around her neck she was ready. 

She gave her image another quick look, and frowned at her chest. She hated her breasts. They were too small for her taste. She then wondered if David ever noticed them. 

Shaking her head clear of such thoughts, she went downstairs. As she neared the bottom of the staircase, David came into view. Standing at 6'2, David seemed to tower over Kat's 5'8. Despite his age, David still had dark brown hair with only a few gray hairs. He had green eyes with flecks of gold. 

Today he was wearing blue jean shorts with a black belt, and a green t-shirt tucked into them. The shirt was stretched taunt across his thick chest, and broad shoulders. David had discovered that he thought better when his body was busy doing repetitious tasks. He had installed a workout gym in the basement, so that, while his body lifted weights, his mind worked on his current story. The result was an impressive body. 

His mouth was turned down in the frown he wore when he was doing some serious thinking, but that changed into a broad grin when he saw her. "Ready, baby girl?" he asked her. 

"Lets do this," was her replied. 

*********** 

David worked the gears of the jeep as they made their way through downtown Summerdale. David kept finding his eyes drifting to the passenger. Kat was sitting with one leg under her, and staring out the passenger side window. "Did this girl really have a crush on me, or was Jess just pulling my leg?" David thought to himself. 

"Hey, you're about to miss the exit," Kat yelled. 

David quickly looked forward, and realized she was right. Quickly he hit the breaks, and made a sharp left. As the jeep skidded onto the side road, David threw his arm across Kat to hold her in place. The move is an instinctive move that all parents possessed. He never even realized that he had cupped her breast in doing so. 

As he got the Jeep back under control, and both hands back on the wheel, he apologized, "Sorry about that. I guess my mind is still on my story." 

With a laugh, Kat teased, "Oh yeah? I figured the problem was due to old age." 

With mock outrage, David reached over and gave Kat a playful punch to her shoulder. "I may be old, but I can still whoop your skinny ass, ." he shot back. 

"Anytime you're feeling froggie, just jump pal," she challenged. They both shared a laugh at that. Kat has had years of training of martial arts from her father before his death. David and Kat have had matches before. She has won most of them. 

"So then, what's the problem that almost got us killed?" she inquired. 

Not wanting to have a repeat with Kat, of what had happened that morning with Jess, David looked for a way to change the subject. He was saved by reaching their designation. "Isn't that the lot?" he asked. 

Kat forgot her earlier question, and focused on the car lot. Jessica's eighteenth birthday was tomorrow, and they were here for her gift. As David pulled into the lot, Kat scanned the cars, looking for a red one. "There it is, dad, ." she smiled. 

David looked to where Kat was pointing. A small two-seater, cherry red, Mazda convertible sat there. David pulled into the space next to the car, and Kat was out the door almost before he had stopped. 

As Kat checked the car out, David went to meet with Tom. The salesman, who had seen them, was a short, chubby, bald man. "Ah, David. Nice to see you again," Tom said as he held out his hand. 

David shook Tom's hand, and replied, "Same here Tom. The car looks great. Thanks for helping us out." 

"No problem at all. She's a beauty all right. Leather seats, chrome rims,...." 

Tom went on explaining what the car had in it, but David just let his mind wander. He didn't really care how good the car was. The final say would come from Kat. She knew what Jess liked better than anyone. David felt himself wince as loud rock came blaring from the speakers. 

"And it also has a hell of a sound system," Tom said as he put a hand to his ear. "Seems all kids nowadays love loud music." 

David just nodded his head. He enjoyed the same music as his daughters, but he preferred it with a little less volume. 

As the noise died down, Kat came over to them with a big grin on her face. She hugged David and said, "It's perfect. Jessie is going to flip when she sees this." 

David, putting his arm across her shoulder, grinned down at her, then to Tom said, "The lady has spoken. Let's finish the paper work." 

Tom agreed and led them to his office. Kat ended her hug, but still held onto David by the waist. David, enjoying the closeness, left his arm on her shoulders. He loved this girl. 

*********** 

The wind blew through Kat's hair. 

She sat behind the wheel of the Mazda, with the top down, and was enjoying every second of it. She loved her Mustang, but it wasn't the same as a convertible. 

As she drove along, her mind replayed an earlier event. David's arm crossing her chest, as he felt her breast up. She knew it was an accident, but she enjoyed thinking it was intentional. 

Her hand released the steering wheel, and moved up to cover her right breast. She rubbed her hand over it giving it a slight squeeze, as she imagined that it was David's hand. Feeling her nipple harden under her caress, she started rubbing circles around it. 

It was the sound of the engine that alerted her to the fact that she had been pushing the gas pedal farther to the floor. Coming to her senses, she let off the pedal, and slowed down. 

The wind had blown her skirt up around her waist. She moved the hand that had been fondling her breast down to adjust it. As her hand hovered over the hem, she hesitated. The feel of David's hand still in her mind, she placed her hand on her inner thigh instead. Being exposed like this made her feel naughty, and a little dirty. She was getting hornier, and hornier. 

Slowly, she moved her hand up, and down the smooth skin of her thigh. Biting her lower lip, she slid her fingers to the edge of her panties. The sensitive skin caused a shiver to run up her spine. 

She checked her speed, and then looked all around. She was alone on the road. Holding her breath, she moved her fingers over her panty-clad cunt. She could feel the wetness already. Through the panties, her pussy lips had begun to swell. She rubbed a finger along the lips, and then gave them a slight pinch. Pain and pleasure assaulted her body. She had to fight to keep her speed down, and her eyes open. 

She pulled her left foot back toward the seat, and put her knee against the door, opening her legs as far as possible in the cramped seat. Imagining that it was David's hand, she placed her hand back over her panties with her ring finger, and index finger over her pussy lips. Her middle finger lay in the crease. Slowly she moved her hand back and forth, with the middle finger sliding between her lips, then raising above them as her other two fingers pressed down onto the lips.


Angels Ch. 01-02



[In this story there is no need to worry about STIs or unwanted pregnancies unless it adds to the story. Although I, Bunny_ears, encourage safe sex ----wear a condom or die (happily)! :D 

All people involved in sexual activities are over 18. ]

Edited by Mistress Wykkyd

*

CHAPTER ONE: Arri's carriage to heaven

Arri lay silently on the bed of the motel room, anticipating the experience, while Jack got changed in the bathroom. This was going to be her first time. She sat with her arms tucked around herself, nervous as she tried to hide her perfect body under a pillow. Her luscious black curls hung around her face and she smiled when she saw a shadow move across the crack between the bathroom door and the wall.

Jack was taking his time, trying to envision what his and Arri's night would be like. He went to turn off the bathroom light before opening the door but he caught his reflection in the mirror and smiled, he was looking handsome with only his boxers on and he imagined Arri looked just as good.

Jack opened the door without turning off the light, showing off Arri's beautiful body, barely covered by the white lace of her lingerie. Arri looked nervously at Jack's gorgeous body before smiling as the glowing outline of his body got larger when he moved closer. Jack pushed away the pillow before straddling her legs, leaning forward and cupping her face in his hands and kissing her gently.

Arri lost her hesitation and wrapped her arms around Jack's neck; pulling him until he collapsed on top of her. To avoid squashing her, Jack rolled them together so that Arri was on his chest; their lips never parted. Arri's silky lace lingerie brushed against Jack's body and encouraged him to slip a hand between their bodies and cup her breast, which was a large, round double D.

Arri shuddered as Jack fingered her sensitive nipple through the thin, lacy material of her lingerie and pressed closer to him, wanting to feel more and more pleasure as heat bubbled just underneath her skin. When Jack started to move his hand down her body, Arri rolled so he could have better access.

She shuddered when his fingers slid between her legs to stroke softly on the exposed flesh; the lingerie had come with everything except underwear.

When Jack stroked Arri's pussy, the juices that had been slowly building inside of her were freed to create an excellent lubricant as he pushed a finger inside her. He enjoyed watching her twitch and moan beside him. He gradually increased his tempo, putting his experience into the movements and easing another finger into her tight cunt. She shuddered when an orgasm wracked her body and he held her close, their lips still connected while their tongues danced in each other's mouths. Jack knew Arri wouldn't be experienced enough to reach into his pants and grab his cock, so he did, gently stroking it to get ready for her tight little pussy.

Jack knew he would have to take her virginity before taking her ass. Arri didn't seem to realize all he wanted was her tight asshole and moaned against him when he pressed his average cock against her cunt opening. He got the head inside before a large crackling alerted Arri.

Her leg was still wrapped around Jack's hip, the head of his dick throbbing inside of her when she pushed his face away from hers and looked around wildly. "What was that?" Arri asked frantically, carefully not moving her body, "did you hear that Jack?" Arri was looking at the bathroom while Jack looked down her top for the millionth time and started to devour her proud bosom in delight.

"Nah didn't hear anything," he mumbled from between her breasts, "relax Arri, enjoy." He said simply.

Arri did. She sank into the plush pillows as he tickled her breasts with his tongue, his hand stroking her round ass while he stalled pushing the full length of his cock in her tight pussy.

Their pleasure was interrupted by a searing hot pain that sliced down her back. Arri cried out, causing Jack to pull back and remove his throbbing cock with the thought that just that slight penetration was hurting her. But when he looked over her shoulder he saw where the pain was actually coming from. A big, black man with claws and dark, singed looking wings had just clawed Arri's back and she was panting in pain.

The thing had broken the window of their hotel room --ten floors above the ground!?-- and some others that looked like him were floating in the air behind him, blending into the night. Jack immediately rolled, holding onto Arri, off the bed and under, hoping the thing was as stupid as it looked.

When nothing started attacking them Jack figured they were stupid, but then Arri was yanked from his arms and he immediately rolled out from under the bed and up to face the attacker. This was his Arri that they were trying to kill and, no matter how impossible this all seemed, he would protect her.

But Arri wasn't getting attacked. Another winged creature had lifted her into his arms and she had scrambled to collect a sheet around her body. The winged thing held Arri in his arms tenderly and unlike the other creatures his wings and clothes were white, he didn't have claws and he glowed with a radiant light that had the black creatures scrambling to escape. But then the thing started to fly away with his Arri and he shouted after it but then realised that the broken window was fixed again and there was no way anyone would hear him. He turned around to see the room in perfect order. STRANGE, he thought before fainting.

CHAPTER TWO: touch, feel, and heal

When the angelic thing that was holding Arri started to fly higher and higher into the night she realised she must be dreaming, hallucinating or completely lost her mind. So she enjoyed the ride with the angel while he radiated heat to her from his bare, tanned, muscular chest.

When they reached their destination --which happened to be a floating mountain sparkling in the night (go figure! Ha) -- he helped her down and they walked on a marble ground flooded with busy people (or were they angels?).

Arri walked silently in her lacy lingerie, her makeshift skirt dangling around her hips. Some people/angels raised their eyebrows at the angel next to her whose arm was wrapped around her small body in a protective manner. He guided her into something that looked like an infirmary and lay her down on one of the beds. All the other beds were empty and Arri shivered in a lingering cold as pain from the wound in her back drained some blood. The large angel/man--thing, seeing this, tucked his wings behind his back methodically before climbing onto the bed with her, holding her close in his warm embrace.

She knew she was hallucinating so she took advantage of the closeness --as she did in most of her dreams. Arri snuggled up close to him and he tightened his hold on her. She started to work her way up to him mouth when he spoke, "You are drunk, drowsy, injured and tired. You need to rest."

"Mm mm," Arri said in disagreement and still tried to weasel her way to his mouth but he held her tighter -- restraining her. She sighed, relaxing when she realised she really was tired and drowsy, not to mention that the pain in her back hurt like a bitch.

Arri went to sleep easily enough even though she assumed that when she woke the angel wouldn't be there anymore.

*

When Arri woke, the angel was still there, but she still felt bad so she imagined she had completely lost her mind and was now in some kind of demented state of mental fantasy. She had always wanted to have sex with an angel.

The angel was sleeping silently, his arms still around her and his chest barely rising in soft breath. She took advantage and wiggled up to kiss him. She instantly felt his arms tighten and his breath whoosh into her mouth. She took the opportunity to poke her tongue into his delicious looking mouth.

Oh, he was warm. His mouth and hands seem to be on fire as they searched her and she felt herself tremble because of how realistic everything was.

Damn, Arri thought as the angel pulled back. He smiled slightly with one hand on her boob and the other on her ass, she smiled too and, feeling brave and unusually confident, she reached down to grasp the crotch of his pants. He jumped, as is expected, then relaxed as she rubbed softly. Wow, Arri thought, this is the best dream ever! 

The angel closed his eyes and Arri soon found she was curious as to what an angel's penis looked like. So she pulled it out of his pants and studied it. It seemed a lot bigger that a regular cock but also normal at the same time. She stroked it gently with one hand and soon the angel rolled on top of her, kissing her again and again until she let go of his cock. That was when he shuddered with suppressed excitement and stroked up and down Arri's lace-clad body.

"You are still healing, I should help you not distract you," he said in a rough but formal voice.

Arri playfully squeezed his shoulders and whispered, "And how would you do that?"

They both laughed for a bit before the angel became serious. "You would have to experience such high pleasure that the dark energy is singed from your body." He said formally. Arri squirmed, uncertain if she had the right idea or not...was she going to lose her virginity to an angel?

"And how would you do that," she whispered nervously.

"Relax." The angel said, "I'm sure it will be quite...pleasurable." he reached over into a side table draw that she hadn't noticed and pulled out what looked like...a dildo.

Wow, that was weird, "you have toys in heaven?" Arri asked and the angel nodded as if it was common knowledge.

"How would we heal?" he asked and she was genuinely embarrassed. They actually healed by sex? Or whatever he was going to do to her...

He pushed her down onto the bed and put the dildo down next to her. His fingers and eyes moved down her body until he started to rub at her cunt, his fingers quickly became soaked with juices when he pumped a finger into her.

He plucked the dildo from the bed and wiped it across her vagina to collect the juices. He then clicked something and it started to vibrate. Arri shuddered nervously and then relaxed when he pressed it against her aching cunt hole.

He looked up into her eyes while he pushed it slowly into her pussy and she moaned and leaned closer to lock lips with him. He proceeded to push the dildo all the way in and it vibrated inside her clutching pussy while they kissed.

He withdrew the dildo until just the tip was inside her then thrust it deep with a single stroke. He continued like this until he started a steady, rhythmic pounding that caused her juices to flow and her lips to part from his so she could moan as he fucked her with the dildo. 

The angel's hand was getting soaked as Arri let her juices flow and he felt himself get hard because of all the noise she was making. He wanted to make her even noisier. Removing the dildo, the angel crawled down Arri's body, kissing and stroking her breasts and stomach. The angel proceeded until he wrapped his arms around her thighs, his mouth hovering over her pussy.

Arri groaned with satisfaction when the angel leaned down to cup her pussy with his mouth, his tongue flicking in and out in short, quick bursts making her scream in pleasure. Her orgasm was coming quick but she didn't want this to stop. She wanted him to take her right there on the hospital bed.

The angel had other ideas. Grunting, he started playing with her clit while picking up the dildo and pumping it into her cunt. Arri cried out in a sudden pulse of pleasure and he held her while shudders wracked her body in waves.

When Arri settled down, the angel climbed up her body and kissed her sweetly, his mouth drenched in her love juices. His dangling cock somehow got caught in her hand and soon she was stroking it back to hardness as he moaned against her.

"Take me," Arri whispered to him, her voice as seductive as she could get it.

"Not here," the angel whispered, and then straightened up, laughing when Arri refused to let go of his humongous cock. "Soon," he told her, rubbing her clit until she let go in exhaustion. The angel slid off the bed and buttoned up his pants, fighting to get his very erect cock into them. He then picked her up off the bed, her cotton sheets dragging over her body, and carried her out, smiling at the people/angel--things that walked past.

{There are more chapters to come!! B xxx} 



Angels Ch. 01



She could almost feel David's hot breath on her ear, whispering for her to go faster. With her heart pounding, and her breathing getting deeper, Katrina's foot pressed harder onto the gas pedal. Her hand gripping the wheel was turning white at the knuckles, as her other hand picked up the pace. She lifted her ass from the seat to press harder into her hand, causing the car to speed up even more. Her middle finger was pushing her panties deeper into her cunt. 

Her sunglasses falling from her head onto the bridge of her nose startled her from her fantasy. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized she was approaching a stop sign at 80 mph. Gripping the wheel with both hands, she slammed her foot down on the break. The tires voiced their protest at the abuse as they tried to get a grip on the road. The car fish tailed, then came to a stop five feet from the sign. 

Katrina sat for a full minute, staring at the tree line that she had almost run into. Finally, she pried her hands from the steering wheel, and got out of the car. On unsteady legs, she paced beside the car trying to calm down. As her breathing, and heart rate returned to normal, she said aloud, "What the hell is wrong with you." For another minute she rested, then thought, "I need to get home, now." 

*********** 

The tail-lights faded into the darkness. 

David turned from the window. He had just watched his daughters, and three of their friends drive off to celebrate Jess's birthday. 

He smiled as he remembered Jess's face when she had come home to find the car sitting in the drive. Kat had teased her by saying how it was her new car, since Jess had decided to steal the Mustang. Jess had completely ignored her, except to toss the Mustang's keys to Kat. 

Still grinning at the memory of the hugs, and kisses, David went to the kitchen to tidy up. He put the remaining cake in the fridge, and did the few dishes. 

After he finished, he went up stairs to shower. As the hot water ran over his head, he thought again of his problem with the story. The water eased the tension out of his neck and shoulders. As he climbed out of the tub, and started drying off, he decided to read some sex stories off the web for inspiration. With that thought, he went to bed. 

After three hours of dozing on and off, David threw the covers off of him. Lying flat on his back, he stared at the ceiling. The story replayed over and over in his head. To distract himself, David thought about the last time he had sex. 

Lori's soft touch, the smell of mango in her hair, and her eyes looking into his with lust. The feeling of being wanted, being needed. The slow, steady thrust, the passionate kisses. 

David felt his manhood stirring. His hand slid down to his boxers, griping his rod through the cloth. He squeezed it, and rubbed his hand over the shaft. He felt it harden more. He lifted his back side from the bed, and pushed the boxers to his feet. Griping the engorged member, he started smooth even strokes. 

In his mind he saw Lori enter the doorway. She was wearing a short, pink robe that came just below her panties, exposing most her smooth, tan legs to his view. As she walked closer he realized that it wasn't Lori he imagined, but Katrina. "Kat?" he uttered in surprise. 

Kat reached out, and put a finger to his lips stopping any protest. "Hush. I need this. You know we are meant for each other, father." 

She removed her hand from his face, and placed it over the hand that held his penis. David removed his hand as Kat took hold of his shaft. A smile spread across Kat's face as she said happily, "It's so nice. Hard, long, and thick. What is it? Seven inches?" she asked running a fingernail down the length. 

David could only nod his head, too shocked to speak. Kat released his penis, and stood up straight. With a small shrug, she slipped out of her robe. David's eyes wondered the length of her body. Her long hair flowed down her back, with a few strands running over her shoulders to rest atop of her pert breast. Two creamy white mounds rose from her tanned chest. Atop of each was a little pink nipple. Down below these was a flat, lightly tanned stomach. Farther down was shaved clean, except for a small triangle patch of golden hair. 

Kat threw her leg over David's body, and sat astride the shaft of his hard dick. Her pussy lips spread over onto both sides of it. She leaned forward, her hands on his muscular chest, and placed her lips on his. As David felt her moving her body, grinding her cunt along his penis, he also felt her tongue pressing against his lips. His lips parted, and her tongue slipped into his mouth, dancing with his own. 

David's steady pumping throughout the entire fantasy of both Lori, and Kat had brought him too close to climax. He urged the fantasy to move along. 

Breaking the kiss, Kat lifted her body from his, and took hold of his member. Bringing the head to the entrance of her love tunnel, she pressed it against her till her pussy lips spread, taking the head in. Releasing the hold, she pressed down, engulfing his throbbing penis. 

Feeling the tension in his dick, David knew there was no time for passion in this fantasy. In his mind his hands found Kat's waist, and forced her down again onto his dick. Kat started humping faster, and harder. Desperate need in her glowing red eyes. "Glowing red eyes?" David thought. "What the hell?" 

There was no ripple of muscle, no growing of hair. Nor was there any ripping of skin. One second Kat was riding him for all she was worth, the next a werewolf sat atop of him. The beast drew back its arm, claws shinning even in the darkness, and slashed forward toward his neck. 

With a shout, David jumped. When he landed, he landed on the edge of the bed, causing him to flip over the side, and strike his head against the bedside table. Hitting the floor hard, he lay there curled in a ball, holding his head in his hands. 

As the pain subsided, the memory of the fantasy turned nightmare returned. "What in the bloody fuck was that?" he exclaimed aloud. A sharp spike of pain shot through his head as he spoke. Wincing, he brought his left hand to his right temple. Feeling a slimy, sticky substance there, he brought his hand down to look at it. Expecting blood, he was surprised to see a strange, white substance on his finger tips. Then he realized what it was. 

Eyes wide he looked down at himself. Apparently he had started to cum right before Kat's bizarre transformation. His fall to the floor had spread the mess. His stomach, penis, right hand, the bed covers, and the floor were covered in the gunk. He had even managed to spray some on the table his head had hit. He stared in both shock that he had cum that much, and horror that he had cum at all considering the course his fantasy had taken. 

He went to the adjoining bathroom to wash up. As he washed the cum smears from the various parts of his body, he tried to reason out what had happened. To himself he thought, "Okay, here's what happened. The frustration of the story, mixed with the sexual fantasy had some how merged into one. Why though? And why Kat of all people?" 

David felt more sickened by the fact of fantasizing about Kat then the odd ending to the fantasy. David shuddered at the memory of those glowing red eyes that had lusted for his blood, and those claws thirsting for the same. "Man I am glad that wasn't real," he mumbled. "If that were to happen I would..." David stopped, and looked at his reflection. His mind was racing as an idea appeared. Then his eyes opened wide as he said, "That's it. That's the answer." 

Grabbing a towel, David raced to the door, drying himself as he ran. Sliding to a stop he remembered that, besides his socks, he was naked. Quickly, he put on his boxers, and grabbed a tank top from the floor. As he raced downstairs, he pulled it over his head. He had just got it on when his feet hit hall floor. He was already trying to turn, and his socked feet started sliding across the hard wood floor. Lifting one leg, and waving his arms, David did a few hops to catch his balance. He then raced to his office. 

*********** 

Jessica had just opened the front door, with everyone else crowding behind her, when she heard the running of feet upstairs. Over the heavy thumping on the stairs she heard Melissa ask, "What's that?" 

Jess looked on in curiosity as her father rapidly descended the stairs. Her eyes opened wide in horror as she realized that her father was only wearing socks, his boxers that displayed Scooby Doo surrounded by Scooby snacks, and a too small tank top. Her jaw dropped when she saw him start to slide across the floor, and do a few hops on one foot, while the other one was held out at an angle, and his arms sticking straight out doing a whirlwind impression. Then he ran to his office sliding once again before he disappeared from sight. 

From behind, she heard Kat say, "And that would be our father." At that, all the girls dissolved into laughter. 

*********** 

Kat bent over to pick up the empty paper plates. Hearing the front door shut, she stood up, and glanced at the entrance way. Jess walked around the short wall separating the front door from the living room. "Well they're gone," she said. 

Kat gave her a smile and replied, "Well what did you expect? A sleep over?" she teased. 

Jess reached over the back of the couch, grabbed a throw pillow, and threw it at Kat. Like her name sake, Kat reached out, and caught the pillow with ease. As she tossed it back onto the couch she said, "Watch it girlie. You're not a kid anymore, so I can legally kick you ass." 

They both laughed at that comment. For the last three months, since Katrina's eighteenth birthday, Jess had been teasing Kat that she could sue her for abusing a minor. 

Shaking her head, Jess asked, "Should we check on the professor?" 

Kat nodded, the said, "Plus we need to ask him what that Three Stooge's move he pulled was all about." 

Jess giggled at the memory. She started walking down the hall toward their father's office. Kat followed behind her. 

They opened the door and peeked in. They could see their father typing away at his computer. He was so engrossed in his work that he hadn't heard them come in. They crept up behind him and started reading over his shoulder. 

David was in the middle of writing a sex scene. Kat read a few lines and was surprised at how good it was turning out. Then she heard Jess inhale sharply. Looking at her, Kat saw a look of horror and disgust on her face. Kat looked back to the page and skimmed the next few lines. Then her own eyes opened in shock. 

*********** 

Mike felt himself reaching his climax. Susan had leaned into him till her head lay on his chest. Her finger nails dug into his shoulders, as the movement of her hips increased in tempo. Mike held onto her narrow waist matching her pace by thrusting up as she pushed down. He felt his balls tighten, and then with a powerful thrust into her, he came in her. Burst after burst of semen filled her womb. Mike managed three more thrusts before he collapsed. 

After the sensation left him, Mike opened his eyes. Susan had pushed herself upright, and had her head thrown back, succumbing to her own orgasm. Her nails had left long red streaks down his chest. He could feel the muscles in her pussy milking his prick of all its sperm. The action was causing his deflated member to come back to life. With a grin he realized that it was going to be a long night. 

With a sigh, Susan's body relaxed, and her head lowered till their gazes met. Mike was confused. Susan's mouth was turned down in a frown, and her eyes blazed with anger. When she spoke though, there was sorrow in it. "I'm sorry Mike, but you failed. Damn it Mike, you failed." 

Mike was shocked, and a little afraid. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Failed at what?" 

Susan just stared down at him. Then she softly replied. "I really wanted you to be the one. Please believe that." Then she raised her hand up. With a quick slash, she racked her nails across Mike's neck. 

Mike tried to bring his hands up to cover his neck, but Susan grabbed them, and held them to the floor. Then as Mike looked on in horror, she lowered her head to the wound, and started to drink. The last thing for Mike to comprehend, before the world faded around him, was that she had started to hump him again. 

*********** 

Kat forced her eyes from the page. She had a sick feeling in her stomach. Dimly she heard Jess say, "Dad, that's sick. Why the hell would you write that?"

David looked up in surprise. "Where did you two come from?" he inquired. 

"We've been here for a while," Jess replied. "What is that?" she asked as she pointed to the computer. 

David glanced at the screen and answered, "My ending. Here I was struggling all day, and just like that I had my answer." 

"How did that come to you anyway?" Kat asked finally finding her voice. 

David had turned back to the computer, and started typing again. Sinking back into writer's mode he answered half aware of what he was saying. "It was the craziest thing. There I was having a nice fantasy, when out of nowhere this popped up. I knew right off that..." He suddenly stopped talking as his fingers froze on the key board. What he had just said had finally registered. With horror on his face, he turned to look at the girls. 

With even tone, Jess asked, "Are you saying that you fantasized about that?" 

With his mouth gaping like a freshly caught fish, David tried to answer. "Wait, it's not what you think. I was just..." 

Blinking in surprise, Kat interrupted, "Wait a sec. Are you saying that you masturbated to that?" she almost yelled. 

"No, well yes, but not like you think." 

A sickly _expression on her face, Jess asked, "Dad, are you into bestiality?" 

David's mouth fell open, and he stammered, "Of course not. Don't be sick. You know how my head works. When I have a problem, the answer could appear at any time. It just happened when I was um... err... busy is all," he concluded lamely. 

"Oh, daddy," Kat shook her head. "You truly are hopeless." 

David, having enough of this, said, "Go to bed girls. We'll take about this later." 

Shaking their heads, the girls walked to the door. At the door Jess pause, and looked at her father. "One more question, Professor," she said. "Did you finish before, or after inspiration came to you?" 

With shock on his face, David jumped to his feet. Pointing to the door he yelled, "Out!" 

Laughing, both girls fled. At the bottom of the stairs Kat paused and asked Jess, "What do you think that was all about?" 

Jess's eyes had gone wide. Then with mirth said, "I don't know, but I bet I know who he was thinking about." 

Kat's eye lit up with curiosity. "Who?" she asked. 

Jess reached out and slapped Kat on the ass saying, "You!" Then she ran up the stairs. 

Kat, with a shocked _expression on her face yelled, "What? Why do you think that?" 

Jess turned halfway up the stairs. Looking down at her sister she replied, "Because this morning I told him that you had a crush on him." Then she turned to run up the stairs. 

"You didn't?" Kat yelled at the fleeing figure. "I am so going to get you for that." 

Jess's answer was a laugh. 

Staring at the jean covered bottom that disappeared around the corner, Kat licked her lips. Then she said softly, "I will get you for that." Then she went after Jess. Her friend, her sister,and her lover.

(Angles part 2. Desires. The true relationship between Jessica, and Katrina come out, David discovers something that he simple can not accept, and a betrayal threatens to rip their family apart.)



Angels Ch. 02



*Authors Note* (I wish to apologize to all my fans/critics who have been waiting for this chapter. Real life has been getting in the way, but I have finally got my life straightened out. I hope this story will be worth the wait. Also I wish to thank OmegaZone for editing the story. Khawk)

Angels Chapter 2: Desires

"Do you think that I should hang something from my rear view mirror?"

Katrina, having just walked into Jessica's room, paused at the unexpected question. "What?" she asked.

Jess glanced over her shoulder at Katrina, and repeated, "Do you think I should hang something from my rear view mirror? I was thinking maybe an old CD, or fuzzy dice. You know, give it some flare."

Kat laughed as she said, "Jessie, Honey, it is a convertible. How much more flare does it need?"

Jess just grunted, and started flipping through the manual again. She was stretched out across her bed on her stomach. One leg was laying flat on the bed, while the other was bent at the knee kicking the air to the beat of the music coming from the radio on her night stand. She wore green socks, an old white t-shirt that stopped mid-thigh, and blue panties. Her panties were pulled taunt over her pussy, clearly outlining her mound. From the doorway, Kat admired the view.

Dropping the towel she had used to dry her hair, Kat climbed onto the bed, and stretched out beside Jessica. Settling her chin on Jess's right shoulder, she glanced at the manual. The page was outlining the function of the power seats. Getting bored, Kat studied Jess's profile. Her deep green eyes were narrowed in concentration, her lower right lip was between her teeth, her cheeks were still rosy after the scrubbing they had from the bath, and her short black hair was tucked behind her ears. Kat had to force herself not to nibble on them. They were so cute.

Kat rolled over onto her back, and stretched her body, and asked, "So, did you get everything you wanted?"

Jess glanced over at Kat. She admired the way Kat's breasts pushed out against the thin pink night shirt Kat wore. Her stretching had caused the short shirt to rise up her waist revealing the frilly pink panties she wore. Dropping the manual on the floor, she reached out for Kat while saying, "Not yet."

Katrina's eyes opened in mock shock. She knocked Jess's hands away, and quickly scooted to the edge of the bed. Sitting up, and crossing her arms across her chest, she said, "Oh hell no. After what you told dad, you can just forget about that."

Jessie's face filled with surprise. "What are you talking about?"

"You told him about my crush on him," Kat reminded her. "I am still mad about that."

"You're mad about that? You know that he won't take it serious. He will just think I was teasing him."

"But you said that he was thinking about me when he was," Kat suddenly stopped talking as a blush spread across her face.

Laughing at her sisters expression, Jess said, "I was teasing you. I don't know who," Jess paused as she remembered the story their father had written, and added, "or what he thinks about when he masturbates."

Her face still burning, Kat just shook her head.

Jess's eyes narrowed, and her lips developed a sly grin. "Well if that's how your going to be." Before Kat could react, Jess reached out, and ran her fingers up the side of Kat's ribs. Kat doubled up, as peals of laughter came from her. She tried to pull her arms to her side, but Jess knew all of Kat's ticklish spots, and was relentless. She ran her right hand down to Kat's knee, and rubbed her index finger, and thumb over the top of it. She then placed her left hand under Kat's buttocks to rub where the sensitive flesh met leg. She darted her mouth to Kat's ear, and breathed deep into it.

Kat had tears running down her face, and was having trouble breathing. She felt like she was going crazy, and like a wild animal trying to escape from a trap, she did the only thing she could do. She pushed against the bed with her body, propelling herself on top of Jess. As Jess landed flat on her back, Kat darted up to place her lips on Jess's. Jess froze in surprise at the move, then as Kat's tongue invaded her mouth, relaxed and proceeded to caress Kat's body.

Kat threw her leg over Jess's straddling her left leg. One hand holding onto the side of Jess's face, she placed her other below Jess's right breast cupping the rising mound through her shirt. Jess had one hand on the back of Kat's head, urging the kiss on, while her other moved up under her nightshirt caressing her butt cheek through her panties. Then she moved that hand up her back dragging the shirt along.

Kat broke the kiss, and with a pout said, "You just have to always get your way, don't you." Jess just looked up at her with an innocent expression on her face. Laughing, Kat said, "Don't give me that look, Tramp. I know what you're after." With that being said, Kat reached down to grip the hem of her shirt, and proceeded to pull it over her head.

As the shirt cleared her shoulders, Jess lifted her head up, and placed her mouth over one of Kat's exposed breasts. Kat paused as Jess's teeth grazed over the soft flesh of her breast, and her tongue rubbed the sensitive flesh of her nipple. Arching her back, Kat offered her breasts to Jess's exploring mouth, and finished removing the shirt. Holding the back of Jess's head, Kat looked on as she devoured first one, then the other boob, paying special attention to the nipples. Finally Kat pulled Jess's face from her chest, and asked, "It's your birthday. Shouldn't I be pleasing you?"

Jess smiled up at her, and sat up straight. Jess ran the back of one hand down the side of Kat's face. Then she ran that hand through Kat's hair till she had a firm grip on the back of her head, and leaned in close to place her lips onto Kat's. Kat returned the kiss, and feeling Jess's tongue running across her lips, opened her mouth. Jess's tongue invaded her mouth, and Kat's tongue greeted her.

Jess pushed back until Kat was laying flat on her back, and broke the kiss. Looking down at Kat, she said, "I teased you, embarrassed you, and told dad your secret, yet you still want to please me first. The way I see things, I need to do some making up." The look she gave Kat was very naughty, and Kat felt her heart start to race.

Jess bent down, and placed another kiss on Kat's lips. Then she started moving down her body. As Jess's hands moved to cover Kat's breasts, pinching the nipples, her tongue traced a path down her body. Over her chin, down her chest between her breasts, and over her flat stomach. Here she paused to thrust her tongue deep into Kat's bellybutton. Kat arched her back, and grabbed the sheets at her side. She brought her legs up till her feet were on the bed, and her thighs were hugging Jess.

Jess moved her head down until her face was before Kat's pantie-clad pussy. She could see a dark wet spot spreading across the pink panties, and smell Kat's musky aroma. As she moved her hands down Kat's body, she brushed the tip of her tongue against the cloth. Hearing the light whimpers, and moans emanating from Kat, Jess buried her face into Kat's mound.

Kat was biting her lip to keep from yelling out, and her hands clinched the bed sheets in a firmer grip. Her hips were starting to buck, and she opened her legs wider.

Jess pulled away from Kat's crotch, and took hold of Kat's panties. She slowly pulled them off of Kat. Seeing Kat looking at her, Jess held the panties to her nose, and inhaled deeply. Then she looked at Kat, slowly licked her lips, and said, "Yummy. My Kitty-cat has such a sweet pussy."

Kat giggled at this, and watched as Jess started removing her clothes. As her night shirt was removed, her body was exposed. First her tanned legs, and thighs. Then her blue panties were reveled. The thin material was pulled tight displaying all of Jess's features to Kat's admiring eyes. Her stomach, with just a hint of a bulge appeared. Kat thought that it was adorable. Then the shirt was past her large breasts. Kat could see her tan disappear around the mounds of flesh. The breasts were a pale white, with a light pink nipple surrounded by a light aureoles on each.

When Jess had removed the shirt, she turned to toss it behind her. With the material of her panties pulled up into the crack of her ass, Kat got a good view of her bubble butt. Then Jess pushed her panties to the floor. As Jess stood up straight, Kat stared at Jess's pussy. It was completely bald, and the lips had begun to swell. Then the object in Jess's hand caught her attention. It was a six inch long, dark red dildo.

Jess crawled back onto the bed, and covered Kat's body with her own. She bent down, and kissed Kat. After a minute of exploring her mouth, Jess pulled back, and said, "I think it's time for my apology." With that being said, she put her mouth close to Kat's ear, and making her voice as deep, and husky as she could, said, "My beautiful Katrina. How could I have only seen you as my daughter. I love you, and I need you. Oh, Kat."

Kat's eyes opened wide. They had never played that game before. As Jess continued to whisper into Kat's ear, her hand was exploring Kat's pussy. Kat closed her eyes as she felt a tingle of excitement run through her body, and let her imagination run wild.


Jess straddled Kat's right leg, and placed the dildo to the entrance of Kat's pussy. Jess carefully arranged everything so that they would both enjoy this. Jess held the dildo at the bottom leaving about four inches exposed. She had the base of the dildo against her leg, and the tip against Kat's entrance, so that when Jess grinds her pussy down Kat's leg, the dildo would penetrate Kat. When she moved back up the leg, the dildo would be pulled out.

Jess bent over, and as her mouth covered Kat's, she moved her mound down Kat's leg causing the dildo to enter Kat's pussy. At the angle she was at, and one hand holding tight to the dildo, she was forced to use the other hand as support. Jess used her mouth to help stimulate Kat. She broke the kiss, and started nibbling at her ear. As she breathed deep into it, she felt Kat start to tremble. Even as Jess's own mind was being overcome by pleasure, she thought about how interesting it was that depending on Kat's mood, breathing in her ear could cause giggles, or moans of pleasure.

Kat was feeling intense pleasure. Between the deep penetration, Jessie's knuckles rubbing her clitoris at every thrust, and the sucking on her neck, and ear, Kat was going crazy. She had one leg out straight, and the other bent at the knee for Jess to grind on. She reached up with her left hand to tease Jess's breasts, and her other griped Jess's waist urging her to go faster. As she felt her body tighten with the urge to climax, she slid her right hand up her leg till she could tease Jess's pussy as she slid up and down Kat's leg. Then she was climaxing, riding the intense waves of pleasure that rippled through her body.

Jess felt Kat climax, and could feel her time getting closer. She continued to grind against Kat's leg, and fingers. As she felt her own orgasm rising, she started thrusting harder, riding Kat's hand more then her leg now.

Kat could feel her second orgasm coming quickly after the first one. From the way Jess was bucking her hips against her hand, and leg, she could tell Jess was close too.

Suddenly Jess release the hold on the dildo, and as she fell across Kat's body, she grounded her pussy so hard against Kat's hand that the three fingers that had penetrated her went all the way inside her, and the dildo was pushed as deep into Kat as it could go. Jess's twitching caused her leg to continuously rub the dildo causing it to vibrate deep inside of Kat. They both held each other as they both climaxed at the same time.

As they came back down to earth, they held each other close. After a few minutes of snuggling, and whispering endearments to each other, Jess got out of bed, and said, "I'm going to take another quick shower to wash the sweat off." She paused, and then added, "I love you. You know that, right?"

Kat smiled at her from the bed, and then in a sing along voice said, "I'm Jessie's girl."

Jess laughed, and left the room.

As Kat laid there on the bed, she realized that Jess had left the dildo deep inside of her. She thought about removing it, but decided to wait for a moment. She closed her eyes, and imagined that it was David deep inside of her. In a happy daze she started to doze.

That was how Jess found her when she returned from her shower. Seeing Kat sprawled out across the bed, legs spread, and the object between her legs, caused Jess to burst out laughing. Getting control of herself, she asked as she went to her dresser, "Are you going to go to sleep like that?"

Kat lifted her head, and in a sleepy voice, and with a silly grin across her face replied, "Thought about it."

Jess just shook her head, and after a moment of searching asked, "Do you know where my green night shirt, and short set is?"

Kat, on the verge of sleep, answered, "I think they are in the dryer."

Jess smiled, and said, "Thanks. I will be right back." As she walked to the door, she reached between Kat's legs, and pulled out the dildo. To the sleepy complaints of Kat, she left the room.

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David finished typing the last sentence to the story, and saved the file. Tomorrow he would start the cleaning, and proof reading of the story. He pushed his chair away from the desk, and to the sound of cracking joints, stood up. He put his fist into his lower back, and stretched. Even though he felt sore from sitting so long, he smiled to himself. He had finished his project.

Leaving the study, he went to the fridge, and grabbed a beer. He then headed downstairs to the rec room. Leaving the lights off, he walked past the workout mats, and weight set to reach the poker table set up in the corner. As he set down in one of the chairs surrounding the table, he popped the top off the bottle. He took a sip, then reached for the pack of smokes sitting on the table. David only allowed himself a smoke on special occasions. He pulled a cigarette from the almost full pack, placed it in his mouth, and leaned back in his chair, just enjoying the feel of it in his mouth.

After a few more sips of his beer, he finally struck a match, and held it to the tip of the cigarette. He watched as the flame increased in size as the cigarette lit up. He shook the match out, while enjoying the smell of a spent match. Taking a small drag to accustom himself to the smoke, he released it with a satisfied sigh. Taking a second, slightly deeper drag, he let his mind wonder over the last couple of days events.

His writers block had been a pain in his side for a few days, but with Jess teasing him leading to an odd fantasy, righted itself. He still got a sick feeling from that dream though. He chuckled softly to himself at the girls response to his story. He then chastised himself for even thinking about Kat in that fashion. Still it had started out as a nice fantasy.

Changing the subject in his head, he remembered Jess's excitement when she saw her new car. A huge grin covered his face as he thought about her jabbering away on the phone to her friends.

Taking a final drag from the cigarette, he snubbed the life from it, took a finale swig from his beer, and got up to deposit the bottle in the recycling bin. He decided it was time for a shower, and then sleep.

He was near the top of the stairs when he heard the dryer door open. He looked up from the stair well to see Jessie, wearing a towel wrapped around her, standing by the dryer. David opened his mouth to say hello to her, when he felt himself freeze. Jess had just bent over to search the dryer, and had caused her towel to slide up, showing off her shapely ass. As she bent her knees to search better, her legs opened up exposing her vagina. David stopped breathing as he stared at her labia for the first time since he stopped bathing her. He could feel his lower self start to respond to the sight.

The spell was broken however when Jess found what she was looking for a stood up straight. David was about to turn around to head back downstairs when the towel dropped to the floor, and he froze again. The sight of his nude daughter standing there caught him completely off guard. Once again he was rooted in place, and perverted thoughts filled his head.

He had a full view of her profile. Her tight butt begging to be caressed, and her grapefruit size breast jutting put from her chest begging to be suckled. As she bent over to pull her green shorts over her smooth, muscular legs, he felt himself mesmerized by her hanging breast. The cold air had harden the nipples into little erasers. As she stood up, pulling the shorts over her curves, she gave a little hop, pulling the shorts over her bottom, causing her tits to jiggle. She ran her hands over the silk covering her fanny, smoothing the fabric.

She took the top, and raise her arms, causing her back to arch, jutting her breast out farther. As the smooth material flowed down her body, molding itself to her curves, David finally came to his senses and looked away. He quietly made his way down the stairs, and back to the poker table. There he sat down, and put his head into his hands as he quietly whispered over and over again, "Please, God no. Please not that. Anything but that."

He reached over for the cigarette pack and shook one out to help calm his nerves. He tried to remove the image of his naked daughter out of his mind, but every time he closed his eyes, there she was in all her glory. He sat there till morning going over his thoughts, and ended up smoking the whole pack. It was only when he heard the girls moving around upstairs did he finally realize what he had to do. He had to get laid. It was the only way that would end these urges he had about his own flesh and blood. "But who?" he mumbled to himself.

He made his way upstairs into the kitchen, where he saw Jess having breakfast, and Kat making some coffee by the counter. At the sight of Jess, the memory from last night flooded his head. She was still wearing the green nightie from last night, and though he has seen her in that same outfit a dozen times, it had never seemed sexy before now. It accentuated her body more then hid it. He could clearly see where her nipples pushed against the thin material.

Shaking the images from his head he said, "Morning ladies."

Both girls look at him in shock. They both had though he was still in bed. Jess snapped out of it first and replied, "Morning." Kat quickly followed suit.

David walked over to Jess, and bent down to give her kiss on the forehead. He had to force himself to not stare at her bosom. As he straightened up, Kat, carrying a cup of coffee, gave him a quick hug.

"How did you two sleep last night?" he asked as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Pretty good," was both replies.

Taking a sip, he then asked what their plans were for the day.

Jess, being too busy with her cereal, left the answering up to Kat, who responded with, "We're planing on going to the mall. Jess wants to look for a new blouse, and I saw these adorable boots on sale yesterday. After that, whatever sounds good, I guess."


David nodded, and said, "If you two are out till evening, why not grab a couple of pizzas on your way home. I am kinda in the mood for peperoni."

Kat and Jess both agreed to the idea, and David excused himself. He refilled his cup, and headed for his office. He sat down to start the final touches on his story, but his mind kept wondering. Realizing that he wasn't going to get any work done that way, he booted up his laptop, and opened up a folder call "Personal". It was here that he typed personal notes, story ideas, his diary, and whatever else he needed. The folder was password protected, not so much from his daughters, but from the occasional visitors they had over. Now though he was glad his girls didn't know the password.




Angels Ch. 02



"Child." Izual drawls. I look up at him through the fringe of my bangs, exhaustion giving the world gray edges. "Child, what are you doing?"

I sway on my feet, trying to think of a coherent response. This had been his latest test for me, and the first that I had completely failed, so I had stayed out here in the woods, trying to summon the light like he could.

"You said," I croak, and then clear my throat. "You said an angel should be able to do this."

He smirked then and called the light to him, so effortlessly. I watch him play with it, tossing it back and forth between his hands. "Oh, did I? I meant that an archangel should be able to do this."

I stare at him wordlessly and his smirk grows wider. I pour all of my rage into my power and throw it at him. It shouldn't have worked, but the pretty blue light knocks him on his ass just the same. He looks up at me, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth in a steady stream. Oh, shit. I take an involuntary step back.

"Come here." he orders, his voice thick with blood. I turn and run, knowing I can hide in these woods until the end of time without Izual finding me. Oh, he could if he truly wanted to, but usually he prefers to let me come back to face my punishment, rather than expending energy to hunt me down. I don't go more than a few feet before he catches me. I curse and twist around to face him, only to find that Izual is still where I left him. I stare into the face of another angel and grow still. The angel laughs and turns his attention to Izual.

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Have you taken to mating with humans now, brother?" Izual takes a step towards us and the angel shakes his head. He sends a pulse of his power through me, not enough to make me scream, but enough to hurt. Izual glances at me.

"Let the child go." Izual growls. The angel laughs.

"Oh, I think she is old enough." he mocks. Izual shakes his head.

"She is a creature of innocence and light, Michael." Shit, was it with me and archangels? Are they just out to get me or something? Michael's face twists with hatred.

"Nothing that would take you to its bed is innocent." he snarls. Izual shakes his head once more.

"She has not mated with me." I twist my wrists in his grip just slightly, giving my little tricks a better chance. I kick him and jerk up, getting my hands free, and retreat. Most would call it cowardice to run from a fight, but I prefer continued life to continued honor. Izual puts his body between mine and Michael's, and I stare at him.

"If she is not your mate, I have every right to take her and enjoy her as my own." Michael smiles and holds his hand out to me. "Come to me, little one." I turn my gaze to him, making sure my gaze is awestruck. I know I'm only going to gave the chance to do this once. I walk forward slowly, stretching out my hand until our finger tips touch. Then I shove all of the pain I've ever experienced down that connection. It's a neat trick, if a bit difficult. He howls his rage and dives for me, but Izual jerks me out of the way again.

"You know our laws, Michael. A virgin angel must be freely given." Michael sneers.

"I know of many who have known her body." he laughs. I step away from them. I had always assumed that my father and his friends came from the dark side, not the light. Izual pulls his sword and attacks Michael. I use that opportunity to run. I resist the urge to run screaming like some horror-movie babe and just go. Izual returns to the house a few minutes later, looking utterly pissed.

"Has any man known your body?" he asks, his voice icy. I flinch away from the look in his eyes and drop my gaze.

"Yes." I mumble. He slaps me hard enough to knock me into the bookcase.

"You lied to me." he snarls. "Get out."

I open my mouth to protest, to explain, and he slaps me again. I shake my head and obey him, abandoning my last safe refuge.

The cold wind cuts through my meager clothes, but I will be in out of the cold soon. My cave is not far from here, and I will be able to sleep. I do not do much else, the closer winter comes, only leaving to feed every few days. The paltry meals I am able to steal are not enough to fill me, just sustain me, but come spring there will be new life, and food. I crouch by my dying fire and use what little magic I have left to sustain it. My sleeping bag beckons. I curl up in its warm embrace, the only embrace I allow myself to enjoy, and slip into sleep.

My dreams are full of him, his scent, the odd color of his eyes, the way he looked at me when I did something right. I can't escape him, and I have no solace. He believes I lied, and there won't be a second chance. I can't explain to him that I only answered the question he put to me, and went no further. He asked if I had ever willingly went to a man's bed, and I told him the truth. I just left out the rest. I stir uneasily and hear a soft sigh. I sit up immediately, a mistake, as it turns out.

"Andariel!" father smiles. "How good to see you again."

I cringe back against the wall, knowing that if he's here, his friends are not far behind. They step out of the shadows, all in various states of undress.

"Don't do this." I beg. They laugh together and my torment begins anew.



Angels Ch. 03



I blink at the floor, unwilling to see who has entered the throne room this time. Father keeps me near him, not as a sign of favor, but because he fears what I might do. I have given up escaping alive, but that doesn't mean I won't try to escape. Death is more of an escape than anything else, because they will never find me there. I stare at the pattern that I've already memorized, wondering when they will come for me today. Even after three months of their attentions, I'm still not pregnant.

"Izual, how lovely to have you here with us!" Father says. He always sounds so jolly. It's sickening. He sets himself up to be a king, but he is just another fallen angel with illusions of grandeur. I sit back against the throne, happy that Izual can't see me. At least I won't have that particular torment. Father knows what he's doing goes against all of our laws, so he wouldn't dare flaunt me, even if he knew that I had been Izual's pet. Not raping all of us, that's not illegal. It's trying to start his own army that Lucifer would have such a problem with.

"Our Lord has heard rumors of you that disturb him, brother." Izual says.

"Oh?" Father asks, still smiling pleasantly. "Has he?"

"He has heard that you plan to breed your own army." Izual says. I blink. Damn, and it only took him like a hundred years to catch on. Idiots. Izual sniffs. "You have a girl here now, do you not?"

"Yes, just another little whore." Father sneers. I suppress all of my emotions. I hadn't realized that Izual would still be able to scent my pain, my fear.

"If you could have her step out." Izual says. Father waves me forward, and I step around the throne, keeping my head down. Gods above, don't let him recognize me. Don't make it worse. He fists a hand in my hair and forces me to look up at him. I meet his eyes calmly, using what little magic I have left to make myself appear different, but only slightly, so he won't realize. He snorts at me, and I see the flash of recognition in his eyes.

"If she is so unimportant, why hide her?" Izual asks. I sit down, dizziness overcoming my balance. Father gives me an unfriendly look, and I can guess who he will take his anger out on later. I think furiously, which is not something I've indulged lately. Usually I try only to forget, but at the moment, there is something that can help me. With a smile born more of desperation than joy, I look up at Izual and meet his eyes.

"I am a Halfling." I croak. "I cannot exist, by your laws. Kill me."

Technically his laws made an exception for me, but I hope that he won't think of that. Father no longer looks happy. He grabs me by the throat and chokes me, until I'm gasping for air.

"Stupid little slut, what do you hope to gain from this?" he thunders. I smile as Izual pulls his sword. I never thought I would smile in the face of death. I gaze upon his face one last time and let my eyes show him all the emotion I never allowed before. I want to tell him that I love him, but I don't have the breath. The darkness beckons, and I welcome it.

I wake up chained to the wall, every inch of my body aching. I instantly go from peaceful happiness to a cold sweat.

"No." I whisper. I look around me and howl my despair. An angel walks in, and I don't even bother to stop. I summon my magic and shove him back, making him stumble.

"Andariel, I am not here to harm you." he says. I bare my fangs and hiss. Yeah, I totally trust his word. How in the fuck does he know my name, anyway?

"Go." I snarl. He shakes his head and obeys me. I concentrate and snap the cuffs. I drop to my feet, too weak to stand, and try to assess the situation. I don't know what happened, so there's not much to assess. I have to assume that if I ended up here, Izual is either dead, or intends to torture me to death. In either case, I need to leave. I make my slow, painful way to my feet and stumble towards the door. My body aches, and I can see bruises on my wrists and ankles. A quick glance shows bruises on my chest and hips as well. My heart sinks. Izual must be dead, because he has no interest in my body. No interest in me at all, actually, but he definitely holds no lust. I open the door slowly and shuffle out, not bothering to close it behind me. I need to get to a place where I can easily die. Escape is too lofty a goal when I feel as if I will remove everything I've ever eaten from my body. I clutch a window sill and look out at the beckoning moon. I feel a hand on my back, and I know who it is without turning around.

"I thought you were dead." I whisper. He trails his fingertip down my spine.

"Child, you should be resting." he says. I laugh, coldly.

"I still have bruises from being held down." I hiss, jerking away. He steps into the line of my body, moving closer than he ever has. I tremble, not sure what response is best. I should be trying to kill him, if he allowed them to hurt me. He kisses my throat, and I wince as he touches a bruise.

"Get away from me." I order. He laughs softly.

"You are not queen yet, child." He kisses his way down to my shoulder, but my mind is still on his thoughts.

"Yet?" I ask. He jerks me around, so that his body is pressed tight against mine.

"Lucifer will offer you a place at his side, if you will only bear his child." he growls. I frown at him.

"Why does that offend you?" I ask, though I think I know. He smiles mockingly.

"Do you know that I can read your thoughts, when we touch?" I blush and try to step away, but he presses even closer, until the weight of him pins me to the wall. "I can hear how much you long for someone to belong to, someone to hold you close."

I swallow painfully and lean back, feeling the breeze ruffle my hair. "But why are you upset?"

"I am not." he growls, and he pushes away from me. I stare at him as he backs away. "Marry my king, if that is what you wish."

"And what if I wish otherwise?" I call. He doesn't turn back, but hear him whisper.

"I am sure another will capture your interest."



Angels Ch. 04



The next day I awake buried in warm covers. It's a weird experience after sleeping on concrete floors for so long. I curl up in a ball and snuggle up against the soft body next to me.

"You changed your mind." I purr. He fists a hand in my hair and jerks my face up to see him.

"I do not know who you think that I am, but I would be happy to fill their place." I stare up into the eyes of my king and whimper softly. He lets me fall back onto the bed, but it is no longer so soft and comforting.

"Breathe, little one. I would not harm you while you slept." he soothes. He rubs my back in slow circles. I turn over and lay on my stomach to give him access. He slides his hands under my shirt and rubs my back, his warm hands making my muscles relax. He leans closer and nibbles on the top of my ear, making me shiver.

"I want you." he whispers.

"Why?" I breathe. He moves closer, letting his warm skin press against mine. I make a soft noise as he straddles my back and nibbles on my throat.

"I want an heir." he says. I tense, and fight my muscles to relax. I need to appear as if I will consider it, but damn, why does it always return to this? Is there no one that truly wants me? On the other hand, it's not as if I can refuse.

"And if I refuse?" I ask. He laughs softly and kisses the other side of my throat.

"You think that I will force you?" he asks. I hesitate to answer, but eventually I nod. He laughs, and even the sound is sexual enough to raise hairs on the back of my neck. "Our magic does not work that way. We cannot force to conceive."

"You can force me to fuck." I mutter. He nuzzles me more and wraps his arms around me, cupping my breasts through my shirt.

"Yes, but to truly be my mate, you have to be willing." he whispers. I make an eager noise for him as he grinds against me. "Is there no one you would willingly go to?"

My mind flashes to Izual's face, Izual on top of me, Izual between my legs, Izual smiling at me as if I were something beautiful. I bite my lip and shake my head. Lucifer sighs and bites the back of my neck lightly.

"As you wish. My favorite brother trained you to be a warrior, did he not?" I nod and he smiles. "Then a warrior you shall be."

"I have sisters, or I did." I mention. He laughs again, making me press up against him. I writhe under him as he sets his teeth into my throat.

"Scream for me." he growls. I shake my head and he bites me harder. "Scream!"

I elbow him and try to wiggle free. He flips me over and buries his face between my breasts, nibbling and licking while I squeal. Izual walks in and I turn my face to him. My love.

"Izual." I whisper. Lucifer lifts his head, his eyes dark with lust. He growls possessively and Izual actually steps forward. I feel his muscles tense to move and grab him automatically. Izual looks at me with undisguised disgust when I wrap my legs around Lucifer's waist, but what am I supposed to say? I fear your king would attack you otherwise?

"She touches me, and it is you that she thinks of." Lucifer says. I open my mouth to protest and Lucifer bites me, lightly. "I am psychic, little one."

"Perhaps her thoughts are of me, but she is more than willing to bed you." Izual says. He turns to go, and Lucifer growls again.

"Stay, or do not, but she is yours at heart." Izual starts to walk out, and I kiss Lucifer, more out of desperation than lust. He kisses me back and slides his hands under my shirt. I need to be touched. Izual is right, I need to belong to someone. I dig my nails into his back and he hisses. I draw blood and he growls. He pins me to the bed and grinds his hips against mine, waiting for permission.

"Mine!" Izual screams, and he jerks me out from under Lucifer. I expect Lucifer to fight, or at least be offended. Izual pins my hands behind my back and kisses me deeply.

"Do you love me?" I ask. He avoids my eyes and kisses me again. I jerk away from him and he shoves me down onto the bed. I scramble back and Lucifer grabs me. I squirm in his grip, cursing them in every language I can think of.

"You are not afraid of me." he marvels. I snarl and try to bite his tongue when he kisses me. He laughs and kisses me again, harder, not letting go of my jaw until he pulls away. "Child, do you not wish to be mine?"

"Your lover." I snap. He gives me a mocking smile.

"Lover, toy, what is the difference?" Izual kisses his way down my throat and jerks my shirt up, exposing my breasts to him. I wonder vaguely how I got clothes and decide not to think about it. They won't survive long anyway.

"Love." I gasp as his mouth engulfs my nipple. He makes me moan for him with little problem. He acts rough, but his lips are so gentle against my skin. I sigh as I settle in against Lucifer, rubbing my ass against the front of his pants. Izual growls and jerks my pants off. I scream for him as his fingers find the right spot, the spot that makes me forget everything but his body near mine.

"I do not know if I can love." Izual says, far too serious when he's so close to being inside me. I raise my lips for a kiss and he leans closer, putting his lips just out of my reach.

"Try." I beg. His fingers move faster and I throw my head back, the pleasure drowning out everything else. Well, almost everything else. As Izual gives me the first orgasm of my young life, I very clearly hear the word he whispers.

****I would like to say, I like comments. Comments help me figure out where my stories are going, and whether I'm leaving out important things. I don't care if you vote, I know I'm not going to win any awards for my odd little stories, but I do appreciate anyone that takes the time to comment.****



Angels Ch. 05



***As requested, I'm trying to make my stories longer. I'm working on it, I promise. The next chapter should be out in about a week, if not less time. As always, I love comments!***

I look up at him with lust filled eyes, waiting for him to finish. He's already made me orgasm. I just want to fill him inside me, to show him the same pleasure he's shown me. I lift my head, offering my lips, and he kisses me slowly.

"Take me." I beg. Izual shakes his head and pulls away.

"Lucifer." Izual says. Their eyes meet and I squirm in Lucifer's grasp. He throws me onto the bed and pins me down. I look up into those piercing green eyes and resist the urge to scream.

"Izual, damn you!" I shriek. He laughs, but not as if he's truly happy.

"I am a demon, child. Damning me is redundant." Izual's lips brush across my pulse.

"Every time I trust you, you-" he cuts me off with a rough, hungry kiss. I moan helplessly as he touches me.

"Andariel, I would not abandon you to such cruelness." he whispers. I strain upwards and he kisses me again, pinning me to the bed with the weight of his body. Lucifer rolls out of the way, but stays perched on the end of the bed to watch.

"I notice that you don't argue." I manage. Lucifer laughs silkily and fists his hand in my hair. I yelp as he jerks my head back, making me arch.

"I try not to argue with the truth." he whispers. Izual growls and bites my throat, teasing my nipples until they are stiff and aching. He kisses his way down my stomach and puts his hands on my thighs.

"Spread them." Izual orders. I shiver and obey him. He rewards me with the tip of his tongue and a questing finger. I scream, all too eager for more, and he pulls away from me. "Let us see if you still feel the same when I offer you nothing but torment." 

He walks out of the room, and I sit in stunned silence. Lucifer crawls forward sinuously, his tongue darting out to taste my tears. I curl up against the headboard, retreating from him like a frightened rabbit, and he follows me. His lips are on my pulse, and I can feel his arousal against my leg.

"Beg." Lucifer orders. I snarl and dive to the side, sliding under the bed easily. Lucifer peers under the bed and sighs. "Do you plan to stay there?"

I make a soft, scared noise and he retreats. I stay under the bed until I see him walk out of the door. Then I come out cautiously and unlock the window. I want Izual to love me, but I doubt I will get my wish. There's no real point in staying here. I put my palms flat against the stone wall and cling. Normally I would fly, but wings still haven't healed completely. I'm not sure they ever will, actually. Father intended that I would never fly again, and people usually carried out his wishes. I slip into the woods, thinking of sleeping curled against my love. Izual used to let me sleep with him, in the purely platonic sense of the word, and I would wake up wrapped in his scent, and often his body. I miss those times more and more.

Michael steps out from behind a nearby tree, and I go completely still. He ignores me, for some reason, and simply walks past, towards the castle. All of my instincts say to run now, before he notices me and decides to have a noon snack. I glance over my shoulder at him. He could kill Lucifer and leave everyone else alone. It could happen. I creep after him, cursing under my breath all the while. He lounges against a tree, and I duck behind a convenient bush. He looks around, and I feel his magic brush me. Instantly I want to stand up and go to him, to kneel at his feet and gaze in awe at his glory.

"Come out, come out, where ever you are." he purrs. I blink away my lassitude and back away. I don't trust myself around the freak. His magic is just too good. Unfortunately he's not the only one out here. I trip over his servant with a startled cry and turn to run. No use for subtlety now. Michael raises his hand, and his power swamps me. I stop dead in my tracks, resisting the urge to whimper. I hate being helpless. His hands glide over my sensitive skin, and I hate him for it. I glare at him, unable to open my mouth to curse him. He lays a soft kiss upon my mouth.

"Remember this, when the time comes that my life is in your hands." Michael whispers. He kisses me again, but this time his magic pours through me. It hurts, but it feels so very wonderful as well. I can feel my bruises healing and my bones popping into their rightful places. I scream, caught between agony and joy, and the world goes black.

My lashes flutter as I return to consciousness, and I resist the urge to dwell upon what a recurring theme that is. I just keep getting knocked out. Perhaps I'm a bit more delicate than previously thought. Or maybe I should just quit playing with beings that could kill me as easily as they breathe. Nah, that would be too logical.

"Are you done passing out? I do have things to do today aside from stare at your beautiful little ass." Lucifer says. I jump and look over my shoulder at him where he is, indeed, quite fixated on my ass.

"I should probably be thankful I haven't been tied to a tree yet." I grumble. Lucifer laughs and pulls me to my feet. In the process he jerks me off balance and pulls me against him.

"Maybe later." he breathes. I shiver as runs the tip of his tongue over my neck. Damn, I do not want to sleep with this guy, but he's extremely good at making me forget that. He laughs softly and sucks on my ear lobe. I moan and try to step away from him, but he wraps his arm around my waist.

"You want me." Lucifer whispers. I shake my head.

"I want Izual." I correct. He laughs silkily and fists a hand in my hair. I yelp as he pulls my head to the side, exposing my delicate throat. I know from experience that if he rips my throat out, I will still live, but it's an extremely painful process. I whimper and he growls. His lips brush ever so lightly across my skin, and I try to stay perfectly still.

"Perhaps, but if he continues to ignore you, then you will become desperate, and desperate creatures do idiotic things." I don't even try to argue with that. I don't know if it's true or not. I just want him to stop teasing me.

"You said you had things to do." I remind him. He sighs and lets me go. I drop to the ground, my knees too unsteady to hold me up.

"Oh, yes, the original reason I came out here to find you. What were you doing with Michael, dragul meu?" I look up at him cautiously, waiting for him to hit me. Or try to kill me. My life kinda goes that way.

"I followed him." I answer. I hesitate, waiting to see his reaction, but he remains simply politely interested. "He was here, and I wanted to see what he was doing."

"Looking for dragul meu, of course." Michael purrs. I look up and growl, softly. He meets my eyes for a moment, and I blush. "It will help to have a queen indebted to me, I think,"

"What did you do?" Lucifer snarls. I flinch back against the tree. It's a helpless reaction, born of far too long under my father's rule. He snarls louder and grabs me by the hair. "Answer me!"

"I- I-" I squeak, and then my throat closes, and I can say no more. I stare up at him, terrified. He jerks me up to his level and pins me against the nearest tree.

"Tell me." Lucifer orders. I open my mouth, but no words will come out. Michael laughs softly.

"Trouble in the royal bedchamber?" Michael mocks. Lucifer snarls at him as well, and he smiles. "Let me help you. Your little pet did not do anything wrong. I captured her, I healed her, and I set her free."

Lucifer's grip on my hair eases, but he keeps me pinned against the tree.

"Is this true?" he asks. I nod and look down intently.

"I had to see for myself, you see. Izual told me that she was not in his bed, but I could not believe it until I realized she had been claimed by someone more powerful than he." Michael says. I realize suddenly that he thinks I'm with Lucifer. Damn, just how pervading is that theory? You wake up in a guy's bed one time and suddenly you're dating. Bleh.

"She is under my protection, and you would do well to keep your hands off of her." Lucifer growls. He bites my neck and I moan for him, more for effect than anything else. It hurts when it's just random. Michael nods and backs away until he disappears into the tree line. Lucifer sighs and starts off towards the castle. I scamper after him, struggling to keep up with his long-legged stride.

"What am I to do with you, dragul meu? Every time I leave you alone you get into trouble." I can't really argue with that, so I choose to keep my mouth shut. I do have an unfortunate penchant for attracting trouble. He glances back at me and shakes his head. "Come along now."

I follow him into the castle and stand at his right shoulder when he sits down, doing my best to look guardly. He looks around for a minute and then rolls his eyes.

"Sit, dragul meu, sit. No harm will befall any of us here." he assures me. Yeah, that's a great thing to assume, if you want to die soon. Unfortunately I'm pretty sure I have to listen to him, so I take the seat to his left. The other high ranking fallen file in, and my stomach drops. Izual sits right across from me, and I very carefully study the room. If I look interested in all the other people who probably want me dead, maybe he won't notice how much I want to leap across the table and snuggle in his lap. They all link hands, and my dread deepens. I had forgotten the manner that the council ensures there are no lies among them. I close the circle and take a deep breath. If I center myself and concentrate on one thing, no one can read the rest of my thoughts. All of the other minds press in on me at once, and I feel as if I am suffocating. I shake my head and blink, and the panic recedes a bit. Lucifer and Izual exchanges glances, then look at me. I can feel them wondering how much power I truly have, and why I'm not more bothered than I am by the joining. I can also feel their rivalry over me, though I can't understand it. Further down the table I can feel a mind that feels almost like Izual, but not quite. I reach out to him curiously and the links shatter. I sit up in my chair slowly and look around, trying to figure out which guy it was. A few second's observation makes it obvious- only one angel looks like the blonde version of Izual. He gives me a little half bow and I blink, sure I'm hallucinating.

"Azrael, quit flirting with the king's lover." One of the others snaps. I frown and he pales instantly. Apparently they aren't sure how much power I really have.

"I'm not-" I begin, and Lucifer cuts in smoothly.

"She is under my protection, but she is not restricted solely to my bed. If she wishes to flirt, then that is her business." he says. I blink at him, slightly shocked. Offering a Halfling protection, even if it's not oathbound, would be paramount to the king allowing me to feed from him. He meets my eyes, and I get a sudden flash of us in the air, our bodies intertwined, feeding off of each other. I shake my head to clear my thoughts and hear his voice in my mind.

"I could offer you so much, if only you would accept it."

"So, brother, where did you find such a delectable little creature?" Izual's look alike asks. I cock my head to the side.

"I never have understood that. If you're all related, isn't it weird for you to kill each other?" I ask. Several of the council members give me dirty looks, but Lucifer just smiles.

"Brother, as in comrade, not brother, as in, sibling." Lucifer explains. "With the exception of Izual and Azrael, of course."

I look from one to the other and decide to keep my mouth shut, though I am curious about how twins come to exist like that. Azrael gives me that same half smile and answers even though I never asked aloud.

"We are two halves of the same person, the same soul. Calling us twins is simply the easiest explanation."

"So if Izual is like the winged Avenger, what are you?" I ask, curiosity overcoming my usual sense of politeness and self preservation. He smiles, unoffended.

"I am the angel of death." he states. Oh. Like that's not creepy at all. so, what can I say that's polite here?

"So you said you had business to be discussed, Lucifer?" I ask. He nods and strokes my cheek gently.

"We must decide what to do with the other Halflings." Lucifer states. I feel the blood drain out of my face and fight to stay calm. They may not have been much help, but they are my family.

"How many have not yet been bred?" a silver haired man asks. He has no lines upon his face, and no other signs of age, just silver hair. Maybe he was born that way? Or created that way, in any case.

"Thirteen, including Andariel."

"And how many winged?" Their eyes slide over my glossy feathers, and I twitch my wings nervously.

"Only Andariel." I shake my head. I know there are more than that, hiding then.

"What do you plan to do with them?" I ask, sounding only mildly curious. Lucifer shrugs.

"If we allow you rights, then we must allow them the same rights. They are free to choose a mate among us, or among the humans, if any would have them." Yeah, I get the implication, angelets without wings just aren't as good.

"And if there were more? Ones who could fly?" I ask. Lucifer turns his gaze to me, and I know I've made a mistake.

"You know where they are hiding." he purrs. I nod. He strokes my throat, ever so gently. "Tell me, dragul meu."

"They are my family." I whisper. Lucifer studies my eyes curiously.

"Would you die for them?" he asks. I cough a bit. Technically I'm immortal, unless you cut off my wings, so no, I wouldn't. I would endure torture for them, though. I wonder if that counts. He squeezes my throat until I can barely breathe. "You know, every other one of the little brood we have found is at least a twin, if not a triplet, except you. Why is that, dragul meu?"

"I'm a triplet." I manage. He lets go and I massage my neck.

"Tell me where they are."

"Give me your oath that you will protect them." I reply. He rolls his eyes.

"I promise you the chits will come to no harm. Where are they?"

"Your oath." I hiss. He smiles slightly.

"I cannot give you oath without names, and names have power." I consider that. With a name, Lucifer and God can call any angel to them. If they are weak of will, or just underfed, they will have no choice but to come. My sisters are not like me. They are most definitely delicate creatures.

"Swear to me that you will personally protect my sisters." I answer. He considers this and nods.

"Andariel, I swear to you by all things within my domain that I will personally protect your sisters." he says. Izual and Azrael exchange long looks.

"Andariel, I swear to you by all things within my domain that I will personally protect you, and I plead that my king will uphold my honor should I fail." We all turn to Lucifer, and he nods.

"So it shall be. Your sisters?" I concentrate and call them to the council room, using our old secret language.

"They should be here in ten minutes or so." I answer absently. I allow myself to stare at Izual, just for a few moments before I have to be good again. He meets my gaze and I look down. Damn it, he wasn't supposed to catch me. My cheeks burn with embarrassment as Azrael laughs.

"Come to me, little one. I will give you what my brother will not." he purrs. I snort and continue to study the table. Suddenly I can feel his hands, slowly massaging the tense muscles in my shoulders. I look over at Azrael, about to snap at him, but something makes me look to Izual. His eyes are dark with lust, and just the sight of him so eager and hungry makes wetness pool in my panties. I shift uncomfortably and his nostrils flair. He leans in closer, following my scent, and kisses my pulse. What can I say, it's not really a large table. His lips brush against my ear, and I shiver.

"After this, we three go to my rooms here." Izual orders. I nod and swallow the lump in my throat. I don't know if the coming night will be heaven or hell, but it will certainly be memorable.



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It takes a ridiculously long amount of time, but eventually my sisters allow me to leave them in the tender care of Lucifer. Normally that would be a joke, but he honestly seems sweet as he leads them to his room. I stand at the window and look out at the Romanian wilderness. It's amazing that no humans have ever found us here. This is technically their country, after all, as little as the angels like to admit it. Izual wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me back against him. I melt for him when his tongue finds my pulse.

"Come back to my room." he orders. I twist around and Azrael smiles at me. I jerk back away from him and he laughs.

"Look, dragul meu, you belong to both of us." Azrael growls. He leans in and kisses me roughly. I whimper and he wraps his arms around me.

"Where's Izual?" I ask. He frowns. I think he's offended by my lack of interest. Too bad. He grabs my ass and lifts me up, making me wrap my legs around his waist.

"I can hear your thoughts." he snarls. I blush and look away, but he just kisses the line of my throat. "Dear gods, your fear is delicious."

"Fuck you." I hiss. He laughs and wraps a hand around my throat.

"I want to tie you to my bed and feel you grip my cock." Azrael whispers. I cough and try to push him away, but he just kisses me again.

"Azrael, let her go." Izual orders. He shoves me to the floor and stands over me, growling. I curl up tighter and press my spine back against the cold stone wall.

"She belongs to me as well, dear brother." Azrael snarls. Izual steps forward and fists his hand in my hair.

"And I said I would share, but I want to be alone first." he says.

"What the fuck!" I shriek. Izual slaps me and I shut up quickly. He pulls me to my feet and licks the blood off of my lip. I kiss him slowly and he pushes me away. I stay quiet as he leads me to his room, at least until he shoves me down on the bed.

"I don't think-" Izual slaps me again, harder, and knocks me down on my back. I scream as he grabs me, but he just laughs.

"Be good, and this will not hurt." he purrs. He handcuffs me to the headboard and gives me a predatory smile, the mirror of his brother's.

"Much." Azrael adds. They each grab an ankle and tie them to the corner posts as well. I scream desperately. I hate being helpless. They both crawl up the bed, one on either side of my body, and lay down next to me. I fight my bonds, pulling against the ropes, and they watch with glittering eyes, both that same beautiful blue color.

"Should we do this gently, or rough?" they ask. I scream again and arch, trying to rip the ropes on my ankles. Azrael laughs and pins my hips against the bed. Izual grabs my t-shirt and rips it down the middle. I scream again and he slaps me.

"Quiet." he orders. Azrael shakes his head.

"I want to hear her." he purrs. They exchange glances and Izual nods. His lips brush over my quivering skin and I moan. I love the feeling of his body pressed close to mine. Azrael twists around and kneels between my legs. He unbuttons my pants and I squirm, trying to escape his grip. He sighs and rips the cloth. I throw my head back and scream again. His fingers brush over my lacy underwear.

"Quit playing and take them off." Izual orders. Azrael laughs and pushes my panties aside. I gasp as he slides two fingers up into my slick pussy. He stares into my eyes as he twists his fingers around, making me writhe for an entirely different reason.

"Please!" I beg. He adds another finger and stretches me wider, totally not what I meant. I shake my head, trying to ignore the pain before memories overcome me.

"Stop!" I screech, now desperate. He pauses and I feel his mind stroke mine gently. He pulls his hand away and lays his head on my hips.

"My apologies, little one. I did not realize." Azrael whispers. Izual looks confused, but neither of us bother to explain. Azrael kisses his way down to my clit and sucks gently, rolling his eyes up to watch my face. I moan and close my eyes. Izual unfastens my bra and kisses my breasts. I moan louder for them.

"Why does this affect you so much?" Izual asks curiously. I keep my eyes shut and fight not to blush. The sensation of them touching me so gently is maddening.

"I've never done anything like this." I admit. Izual bites me lightly.

"Little liar. I know you are no virgin." he hisses. He bites me harder and I yelp.

"I didn't say I was a virgin. I said that I hadn't willingly been to any man's bed." I answer. He lifts his head and makes me meet his eyes.

"Why did you not tell me this when I made you leave?" he asks. I blush, unable to fight it.

"You were mad at me." I mutter. He bites my nipples and I arch. Azrael swirls his tongue around my clit, almost as if he wants to make sure I haven't forgotten him. I cry out and they both increase their efforts, until I'm writhing under them, screaming my orgasm. I look around the room dreamily as I slowly return to reality. The room is decorated much like his cabin, mostly wood with blue accents. The twins exchange looks and switch places. I stare down at Izual, sure that he's joking. His warm breath makes me jump, and he chuckles. I squeak as he shoves his tongue deep into my pussy. It seems to be longer than it should be, but I can't bring myself to care. Azrael pulls his shirt over his head, and I stare at his pale, muscled chest. I lick my lips and he smiles happily. He unbuttons his pants and strips them off, revealing the rest of his body. Azrael fists a hand in my hair and lifts my head.

"Open your mouth." he orders. I obey him hesitantly and he puts the tip of his cock to my lips. I strain forward just a bit and lick him, glancing up to gauge his reaction.

"You'll need to move forward a bit." I whisper. He smiles wider and shoves his cock into my mouth. I groan and suck slowly. He tightens his grip on my hair and moves faster, going deeper until he hits the back of my mouth. I squeak as I begin to panic and he moans. Izual puts his hands above my shoulders and puts the tip of his cock against my wetness. I squirm as he rubs it up and down, over and over, but my mouth is too full to beg. Izual slides in slowly and I moan around Azrael's cock. He hits the end of me and laughs softly.

"Let her look, brother." Izual says. Azrael gives him an unfriendly look but pulls his cock from my mouth. I use the opportunity to gasp for air. He uses his grip on my hair to raise my head, so that I can see Izual's cock still sticking out of me. There's still a good three inches between his body and mine, but I don't think I can take anymore. He puts more weight on his hips and I scream. He stops and kisses me hungrily.

"I will go slowly until I get you soaking wet, and then I will fuck you until I can fit every inch of my body inside yours. How does it feel to know you cannot stop me?" he whispers. I scream for him, half panic and half arousal. Azrael shoves his cock back between my lips and I suck. Izual moves slowly in and out of me, until I'm screaming for him again. I clench when my orgasm hits, and he stops moving. The sensation of him inside my tight little body makes me scream again. He laughs and starts moving faster. His brother pulls out and lifts my head so that I can watch Izual slide in and out of me. I scream again and he fucks me harder. I watch all of his cock disappear inside me and squirm. He pins my hips to the bed and changes the angle. I feel him rubbing all along the front of my pussy.

"Izual!" I scream. Azrael jerks my head back and bites my exposed throat. I scream even louder and pass out on another wave of bliss.

I think I expected to wake up and find that none of it had happened. Actually, I wake up a few minutes later, with Izual still on top of me. He kisses me hungrily and pulls out. I whimper and pull at the handcuffs.

"Please, let me go." I beg. They exchange glances.

"What do you intend to do?" Izual asks. I give him my puppy eyes and he snaps the chain on the handcuffs. Azrael unties my ankles. I pant for a moment and then flip over. I get up onto my knees and spread my wings out, letting my feathers go back where they belong. There are reasons that I never sleep on my back. Azrael moves closer and cups my breasts. I rub my ass back against his cock and he growls.

"Tease!" he snarls. I open my mouth to protest and Izual jerks my head down. I gasp with pain and he buries his cock in my mouth. I try to pull back and he pushes his cock deeper. Finally I give up and just wiggle my ass. Azrael leans over me and puts his lips close to my ear.

"I will teach you not to tease me." he whispers. I scream as he buries his cock deep inside me. Izual let me adjust, but Azrael just grabs my hips and fucks me. I keep screaming, but he doesn't stop. I reach back to push him away and he pins my hands behind my back. Izual pulls me further down on his cock and I choke. I'm too wet for Azrael to truly hurt me, but the feeling of his body slamming into mine makes me want to run. He reaches under me and flicks my clit. I moan as the pleasure builds, until I'm at the edge of orgasm. He takes his hand away and spanks me, hard, hard enough to shove me forward. I scream and sob, my skin burning.

"I want you to feed off of me." Izual says. I try to raise my head and he shoves his cock further down my throat. I shake my head and he growls. I whimper and they both moan. I sink my fangs into the base of Izual's cock and suck. He moans and I feel him orgasm down my throat. I whimper and try to pull away, but he holds me still. I swallow because I have no other choice. Azrael quits hitting me and reaches under me again, building the pleasure until I moan for him. Izual lets me up and I scream.

"Let me orgasm!" I beg. Azrael nibbles on my ear.

"Why should I?" he asks. I throw my head back, exposing my throat to him.

"Please." I moan. He buries his cock inside me and holds my hips still. Izual kisses his way down my chest until he reaches my clit. I gasp as he flicks his tongue over my clit. "Please!"

"Cum for me." Azrael orders. I squeeze his cock as I orgasm and scream for them again. I slump forward and Azrael lets me go. For a moment I end up tangled with Izual, but he moves as well and lets me fall forward onto the bed.

"So what happens now?" I ask sleepily. Izual lets his fingers stroke down my spine and I shiver.

"Relax, dragul meu. You are far too tense." Azrael whispers. He kisses the back of my neck and straddles my hips. I groan as his hands explore my sore muscles.

"But what happens after this? We all just go back to pretending that nothing ever happened?" I twist and look over my shoulder. They exchange glances, and I have a feeling that I won't like their answer.

"Michael believes that you belong to Lucifer, and that is what saved you when you last met." Izual answers slowly. I turn back around.

"So you want me to act like this never happened." I keep my voice nice and empty. It's fairly easy. I have had years of practice. Azrael takes my head in his hands and twists my head hard to the right. I yelp, but it only pops my neck. He does it again to the left and I sigh. He leans in closer to lick the back of my neck, and I hear his voice in my mind.

"I can still hear you." I blink back tears and shake my head. He kisses the back of my neck and frowns. "This pain of yours does not arouse me."

"I thought you liked my fear and pain." I murmur. He leans even closer, so that he can actually speak aloud.

"You fear that we will abandon you. How can I enjoy that?" he asks. Izual moves in closer suspiciously and Azrael laughs.

"Perhaps next time, little one." he makes his voice low and teasing, and I give him my own little seductive smile.

"What makes you think there will be another time?" Izual asks. I glance up at him and see only coldness. So instead of dwelling upon it, I just put my head down and ignore everything but the feeling of his brother's hands all over my skin. Azrael is happy to touch me, at least.

"You don't have to play with me, darling. Azrael is more than happy to satisfy me, aren't you?" I twist around and give him a fake, gorgeous smile. Azrael leans in and kisses me hungrily, his hands slipping under my body to toy with my nipples.

"You can stay in my room." he offers. Izual growls loudly and slaps me, hard.

"You belong to me!" Izual hisses. Azrael moves down a little and shoves his cock back into me. I make a sound halfway between pain and pleasure. Izual slaps me again and I whimper.

"Don't hit me!" I order. He slaps me harder. I press my face to the mattress to protect myself and Azrael jerks me up by the hair.

"This, I can enjoy fully." he purrs. Izual slaps me again, and I bite his hand before he can move it away. He meets my eyes.

"Child, let go." Izual orders. I suck eagerly and he slaps me with the other hand. I yelp and he jerks his hand away. Azrael slams inside me and I scream.

"Quit fucking the little tease." Izual orders coldly. Azrael slams his cock into me again and I moan his name. Izual slaps me again, over and over. I scream louder and struggle against him. Azrael grabs my wrists and pins me to the bed. I manage to get to my knees, but he just uses the leverage to drive deeper inside of me. Izual buries his hand in my hair and jerks my head up to face him. He studies me, still cold.

"Do you love me?" he asks. I blink at him. That's not what I expected him to ask.

"I love you." I whisper. I reach out and Azrael lets me go. I stroke his face gently, my fingers trembling. "My angel."

Azrael pauses and watches us. Izual moves even closer and kisses me gently. I let myself have a tiny moment of hope.

"I am not your anything." he whispers back. For once, I let myself cry. I pull away from Azrael and curl up in a ball with my wings wrapped around me.

"Get out." Azrael orders. Izual meets his eyes calmly.

"No." he says. Azrael punches him, and I scream.

"Don't." I beg. They both look over at me. I stand up, still shaking. "Don't fight. It doesn't matter."

"Andariel." Azrael whispers. I shake my head and slip out of the room. Thankfully neither of them follow me. I wander the deserted hallways, drawing a bit of magic around me so no one will see me. It should work on all but the most powerful of our kind.

"So why are you wandering, dragul meu?" Lucifer asks. I shake my head and keep walking. Lucifer shadows me, but keeps his distance. I walk to the edge of the woods and he finally speaks again.

"The forests are neutral territory. I cannot protect you there." I pause, but don't turn around.

"I can protect myself." I whisper.

I eventually create clothes for myself, simply because it's easier than remembering to keep my magic. Michael eventually finds me wandering, as I thought he would. Oddly, he doesn't bother me. He simply follows me around. I see other angels, but they all shy away from us. Oh, who am I kidding. They probably think that I'm his prey and they don't want to interfere. Of course, I don't know that I'm not his prey, to be fair. I wander until I find a small pool of water. He leans against a nearby tree while I lounge at the water's edge.

"I am under Lucifer's protection." I whisper. He moves closer and sits down beside me.

"You know that we are incapable of lying about facts." he says. I raise an eyebrow, and he nods gravely. "I feel nothing for you. I have been ordered to befriend you."

"Do you hate me?" I ask. He shakes his head.

"I'll take that." I mutter. He offers me his hand, and I stare at him.

"Come back with me, and you will never have to deal with them again." he whispers. I consider that for a moment. Never having to feel my heart rip again.

"Let me feed from you, and I'll come back with you." I promise. He considers this for a moment, then lies back in the soft grass. I straddle him and lick his pulse. His scent is so very sweet, so intoxicating.

"Do you know what's so very wonderful about being mixed?" I ask. He shakes his head, and I laugh.

"I can lie." I whisper, and I bury my fangs in his throat.

I bathe in the little pool to get all of the feathers off of me. Cutting off wings is difficult. I killed him with his own sword. It would be ironic if it hadn't happened so many times before. I set his remains on fire, the proper burial for a creature of the sky. He will turn to smoke, and become one with the wind.

"May your spirit rest in peace." I whisper, and I turn back towards the castle. My skin glows with the power that his death has given to me. Killing another angel gives you their power, which is why it is forbidden to kill any angel on the same side as you. Actually, that was originally one of God's rules, but Lucifer quickly made it one of his laws as well. Even duels are fought until one person can't get up, not until death. Killing an archangel makes you damn near invincible, both because of the power it offers you, and the fact that no one wants to mess with you. Of course, stronger creatures than I have lost because they thought no one would dare attack them. Also, it helps if you spread the word, which I don't plan to do. After all, if I tell everyone that I killed Michael, then everyone will assume that I am allied with Lucifer. To make things fair, I should kill someone on Lucifer's side as well, but I can't think of who would be best. Killing Izual seems like a good idea at the moment, but I know I would regret it later. Besides, I would never manage it. Izual is the best fighter on either side, hands down, and he fights to kill. Training me was probably the longest he fought someone without killing them. While I walk, I muse about what Izual could have meant, that first day he brought me home. He told me that he had promised to take care of me. Fine job he's done so far. I leap into the air with a disgusted sigh. Surely the wind in my hair will make me forget. I swoop around and dart through the clouds, playing like a little kid. I have to admit, I was highly disappointed to find out that clouds are not soft, fluffy things. They are cold, and wet, and dark. The ground is not as soft as one would think, either. I wonder how it would have been like, to be born knowing everything I needed. Every generation of Halflings are born knowing more, but we are still children, and we still age close to human fast. Of course, we do stop aging after a while. I can get infections, but I can't get viruses. Something to do with how our cells replicate differently than true humans. I swoop down and perch on the top of a turret. Jesus, this place is decrepit. It's like some medieval fantasy castle. I shake my head and climb in through a window. The guard salutes me, which is new and slightly disturbing.

"Greetings, unul mic!" he says. Huh. That's new too. One of these days I'm going to have to learn Romanian, just to figure out what all of these people are calling me. "Lord Izual is looking for you, and King Lucifer has requested your presence upon your return."

"Er, thanks." I wince, thinking about what Izual will likely do to me when he finds me. "Is there any way to get to where ever Lucifer is without encountering anyone?"

He smiles slightly and points to a slightly irregular patch of the floor.

"Stand on that, and say his name. It will take you to his room." I smile my thanks and step onto the little odd patch of rocks. I cock my head to the side before I speak. I swear I can hear footsteps.

"I know you are up there, child." Izual hisses. I pale. Ok, time to go.

"Lucifer." I whisper, and the world goes... light. It's like everything is made of light for a few moments. I stumble out of the light and land on my knees at Lucifer's feet. He looks down at me, mildly surprised. I blush as I realize that he's not wearing anything.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize I would literally drop in on you." I blush darker. When he said his rooms, I thought he meant the throne room, not Lucifer's personal rooms! Shit. I look around and realize what's conspicuously missing. "Where are my sisters?"




Angels Ch. 06



"In therapy, with the other Halflings." he answers. I blink at him. That's definitely not an answer I expected to hear. He smiles. "We kidnapped a therapist, so she could not tell the world about us."

"She?" I ask. The angels don't usually hold girls in high esteem.

"With their history, I thought a female would have better luck." he explains. I nod and sit down beside him. He takes my hand and flips it over to trace the veins in my wrist.

"You smell like you have been playing with the other side, dragul meu." he says. He holds my wrist to his nose and inhales deeply. "Michael, to be specific."

Shit. Maybe I won't get to withhold the information.

"I saw him, in the forest." I explain awkwardly. He bends down and sniffs my lap.

"That does not explain why you smell of him between your legs." he answers. I frown at him. "My sense of smell is better than any other sense, but no changing the subject."

"I ended up on top of him." I reply. I'm really uncomfortable with this line of questioning. "Can all angels smell as well as you?"

"Only I, Izual, Michael and Azrael are gifted this way." he sniffs my throat and licks my pulse. "We also have certain powers that none of the others do. The four of us are the most powerful."

I take a ragged breath as he bites me, lightly. He jerks me into his lap and presses his body close to mine. For once, I don't think it's him trying to scare me. I think he really finds my scent that attractive. Odd.

"You fed from him." he whispers. I start to nod when Izual speaks.

"She fed from who?" he asks. I tense automatically. I want to hide behind Lucifer, but I know he would enjoy torturing me just as much as the next fellow. "Answer me, child."

I turn around slowly to face him. He looks horrible, bruised and cut up. "What the fuck happened to you?" I blurt. He smiles sardonically.

"Did you really think we would cease to fight if you removed your lovely little body from the room?" Izual asks. I blush. Well, yeah. He throws his head back and laughs, but somehow I don't like that laugh. He sounds closer to insane than joyous. Logic manages to make a few inroads, and I finally realize something important.

"Where's Azrael?" I ask. He smiles coldly and walks towards me deliberately.

"Why, so you can go to him and heal him? Feed him your delectable blood and save him from pain?" he mocks. I nod, once. He moves in close, faster than I can see, and puts his fangs to my pulse. "And what do you plan to do if I will not allow such a thing to occur?"

I snarl and shove him back. "I am not your pet." I hiss. He smiles wider, and I gulp. He looks like he wants to eat me, and not in a good way.

"Come back with me, child. I will allow you to heal him." he says. I hesitate for a moment.

"You guys can't lie, right?" I ask. They both nod.

"Archangels are incapable of lying. It was designed into us so we would stay honest and loyal." Izual says. They exchange looks over my shoulder.

"We can withhold the truth. You should always consider that." Lucifer says softly. I frown at him and stand up. I don't really have a choice but to go. Izual takes my hands in his and steps onto the odd little floor patch with me. I don't hear what he whispers, but we end up back in his room. Azrael lays on the bed, looking far worse than his brother. I wince and take a step towards him, but Izual stops me. He shoves me up against the wall and pins me there.

"You said I could heal your brother." I choke. He laughs softly in my ear.

"Me first." he whispers huskily, and his fangs slice into my throat. This time, he is not anywhere near gentle. He rips into my throat and feeds like a wild animal, taking some of my flesh with him. I sink to the floor when he lets me go, dizzy from blood loss. If I feed Azrael as well, I might pass out and not wake up for a few days. I can't die from blood loss, but I will feel weak, and I'm afraid of what the angels would do to me, were I out of it for that long. Izual laughs and throws me down on the bed beside his brother.

"Well, heal him, child." he mocks. I stare up at him, and realize he meant for this to happen. He purposely drained me do I wouldn't be able to help his brother. I whimper softly and offer Azrael the still bleeding wound on my throat. He attacks me, pinning me against the bed and sucking hard. I whimper louder, but I don't push him away. He needs this. Azrael works his way between my legs and shreds my pants. I gasp as he slides inside me. It feels surprisingly good to have him pressed so close. I moan for him weakly as he moves in and out. I'm getting dizzy, and I can feel the darkness closing in. He pulls away and licks my blood from his mouth. I stare up into his eyes as the darkness eats my vision.

"You guys promised to keep me safe." I mumble. Azrael nods and kisses me softly. Izual takes my hand, actually looking a bit regretful. His hands are so warm against my icy skin.

"No harm will befall you, child. Sleep, and you will wake up whole." he murmurs. I nod and close my eyes to the world.



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I groan as the source of my warmth leaves me. I had been nice and cozy, if completely unaware of my surroundings. Now I just feel like shit.

"Dragul meu, can you hear me?" a familiar voice asks. I can't quite place who it is, but I know that I at least half-way trust the voice.

"Mhm." I manage. Nodding would be too much work. My warmth returns to me, and I can feel his excitement. He pushes my hair out of my face, letting the sun hit my skin.

"Are you hungry?" the voice asks. I consider this for a few minutes. I'm not sure I really feel anything, so I don't answer. He kisses my forehead and sighs.

"Is she awake?" another voice demands. I try to force my eyes to open, but they just won't listen.

"Not quite, but she is responding somewhat." Lucifer. I think it's Lucifer sitting next to me, but why would he be attending my sickbed? The other man takes my hand, and his warmth nearly burns my cold skin.

"I cannot believe I did this to her." he whispers. I manage to open my eyes just a tiny slit. The bright light makes me flinch, but I keep at it. Lucifer claps him on the shoulder, in a move that was probably supposed to be comforting. I never have understood why guys think hitting each other is bonding.

"She chose to heal you, brother. You should feel loved." Lucifer says. Definitely Lucifer.

"Mhm." I add. They both look down at me and smile, but I can tell they think it's random. "Az..."

I cough and open my eyes completely. God, the light hurts. They both smile even wider, and Azrael leans in to hug me. "Azrael, love you." I croak. Not exactly coherent, but it's the best he's going to get at the moment. He smiles, but his eyes look pained.

"You mean Izual." he corrects. I consider this for a moment, then shake my head.

"Both." His eyes soften and he hugs me tightly. I flinch when his lips touch my throat, but he just kisses me and pulls away. "Love me?"

"Strangely, yes." Azrael says. I smile and try to lift my arms, but it's too hard. He frowns and kisses my lips gently. "You need to feed."

"You or me?" Lucifer asks. They exchange long looks and I yawn. I roll over, putting my head on Lucifer's thigh, and bite. He hisses softly but doesn't pull away. I feed hungrily as he pets my hair.

"Andariel, you need to stop." Lucifer says. I shake my head gently, careful not to rip his skin. He growls and tightens his grip on my hair, but stays gentle.

"Andariel, if you let him go, I will feed you." Azrael says. I stop sucking while I consider this. Azrael grabs me by the hair quickly and jerks me up. I hiss at him and he bares his throat. I bite him roughly and he yelps.

"Damn, calm down." Azrael hisses. I growl and straddle him, shoving him down onto the bed. He sighs and strokes my hair. Lucifer laughs and kisses the back of my neck. I grind my hips against Azrael's and he moans. I lift my mouth from his throat and kiss him hungrily.

"I know you don't like teases." I whisper.

"Then what are you doing?" Azrael growls. I smile wickedly and stroke my nipples.

"Who said I was teasing?" I ask. He growls louder and I snap my fingers, pinning him to the bed with my magic. I cup my breasts and pinch my nipples, smiling as his eyes follow my movements. "You look horny, baby."

"I am going to torture you for this!" he yells. Lucifer smirks and kisses my cheek. I jump, because I had forgotten he was here.

"I have to go run my kingdom, as amusing as this show promises to be." I nod and he walks out the door. I look back at my captive and smile. He squirms, but I know he can't escape. I smile wider as I get up on my knees, giving him a complete view of my wetness.

"Do you want me?" I ask.

"You fucking bitch!" he shrieks. I shake my head sadly.

"You know, profanity will get you nowhere." I spread my lips and slide a finger into my tight, wet pussy. I moan as I toy with my clit and he watches, his attention riveted on me. I pull my finger out and place it just out of the reach of his tongue. "Do you want to taste?"

He nods, still looking furious. I let him suck my finger clean and go back to playing with myself, enjoying it far more with my bound audience. I orgasm and my control slips. He jumps up and shoves me down, spreading my legs as far as they will go. I squeak as he shreds his pants and thrusts into me.

"I thought you were going to torture me." I laugh. He growls and pounds me, moaning as my sensitive flesh spasms around his hard cock.

"Later." he snarls. He kisses me roughly and I mark his back with my nails.

"Azrael!" I moan. He fucks me until I can't think, then orgasms inside me. With a soft sigh he collapses on top of me, moving down carefully so I can still breathe. I smile cheerfully and stroke his soft, blonde hair.

"Crazy little slut." he murmurs. I shrug and turn over, since it hurts to lay on my back. Being able to fly is awesome, but it does have some repercussions.

"Azrael, why are we in Lucifer's rooms?" I ask after a few minutes of observation. He kisses my tummy and sighs.

"Izual kicked me out for hurting you. When Lucifer heard, he came and brought you back here. Izual is furious, but there is truly not much he can do against his king."

"So the three of us have been sleeping in here for what, a week?"

"Two days. You healed remarkably fast." I nod and snuggle against him, already tired. I usually sleep for at least a week after something like this, but with Michael's power fused with mine, two days is not the unbelievable. I make a mental note to tell Lucifer that Michael is dead and go back to sleep.

I open my eyes as Lucifer crawls into bed. He wraps an arm around me and buries his face in my throat, breathing my scent deeply. I pet his hair gently and he jumps.

"I did not mean to wake you." he whispers. I shrug.

"What's wrong?" I ask. He looks like shit. Tired shit. Lucifer shakes his head and holds me tighter.

"God's emissary was here today. They want the angel that killed Michael, or they will declare all out war on us once more." I consider this for a moment, but I can't figure out the problem.

"So?" I ask. He shakes his head.

"We cannot win. We will simply fight until our race is ended." My blood runs cold, but I hide it well.

"So, would you turn them in, if you knew who it was?" He nods.

"I hate to betray any of us, but I have to put the survival of our race first." He holds me closer with a soft sigh. "At least I have you to comfort me."

"Yeah." I agree absently. So much for a safe harbor. Lucifer falls asleep quickly, and as he relaxes his grip loosens. I slip out of bed and pull on a t-shirt and jeans. I steal Azrael's coat, because it smells like him, and stand on the window sill. I take one last look back at the two of them lying on the bed. They both look so completely delectable. I hope that one of my sisters is right for them, even as the thought of Azrael with another makes me want to cry. I shake my head and leap out of the window, rising into the air. The fight to stay in Europe was one of the only battles the dark side won completely. God's angels are in America.

I fly for a few hours, knowing I need to put distance between me and anyone under Lucifer's commands. He won't automatically assume I really did it; he'll think that I'm being an idiot and sacrificing myself. I walk into the first restaurant I see and order three very rare steaks. Luckily there is money in the jacket, or else I would have to run out. I scarf down my food and scope the alleys, looking for a quick bite. I hear a markedly feminine scream and move closer. A woman is crying as a man comes closer, holding a knife and crooning some of the sickest shit I've ever heard. Father would have approved. I swoop down from the roof and bite, feeding quickly. He drops to the ground, but not before I make the wounds close. I offer my hand to the girl, but she screams and runs off. Oh well. I rise into the sky again and set off across the ocean, wondering if I should have checked the weather forecast before I left. Is it hurricane season? I shrug off my worries and concentrate on flying. How bad can my luck be?

Three hours later I begin to wonder if I should have just went on a boat. My water-logged feathers struggle to keep me aloft as I dodge lightening strikes. I drift lower and lower, dangerously close to the tumultuous waves. I'm beginning to think I should have learned how to swim at some point in my life. If not for my infallible sense of direction, I wouldn't even know I was flying the right way.

"God, someone help me!" I shriek. Three angels swoop down out of nowhere and pull me up, supporting most of my weight. They fly us out of the storm and set me down on the beach of a small tropical island. Despite the saving, I have a feeling I'm not exactly welcome here. Maybe it's the fact that none of them have spoken, or the part where they all have swords drawn and at the ready. Damn, can't we just all be friends? Another angel walks forward and my jaw drops. He literally glows with an inner light. He could be hideous and he would still look beautiful like this.

"Why are you here, child?" he asks. Damn, even his voice is sexy. I close my mouth and concentrate on remembering how to speak.

"You guys wanted the person who killed Michael, right?" I ask. He nods, once. "Well, here I am."

"Is this Lucifer's idea of a joke?" he asks quietly. "We asked for the killer, not some slut."

Geez, everybody's a misogynist these days. I roll my eyes and shove him back with a single thought. He looks startled, but quickly recovers.

"A child's trick, that would be possible with only a drop of archangel blood." he sneers. I roll my eyes some more.

"Fuck, what do I have to do to prove it to you? Tap dance on his ashes?" He gives me an odd look.

"You burned his corporeal body?" I nod.

"It's only fitting for a creature of light and air to return to the sky."

"You realize that released his spirit to be born again?" Oops. No. I didn't realize that. I look away and he laughs. The sound is intoxicating. I want to laugh with him. I want to hug him and make him laugh again. I shake my head and he smiles. "You are bewitched by me, child."

"Child? What happened to slut?" I sneer. He moves closer and the other angels step aside to let him pass. I tremble as he presses his lips to the scar on my throat.

"If you truly killed him, then why?" he asks. I shake my head and he turns away. "Then I have no reason to believe you. Take her away."

The angels move in to grab me and I snarl.

"He was a threat, okay?" the angel pauses.

"A threat to Lucifer's dark perversion?" I shake my head.

"I could give a fuck less about his little empire. Michael was a threat to those I loved, so I killed him. I took his power so I could protect them." It is, oddly enough, the absolute truth. The angel turns back to me and takes my chin in his hand. I fight not to defend myself, to defy all of my training. If I die, they will be safe. He leans in closer and bites lightly, letting just the tips of his fangs penetrate. Finally he pulls back and nods.

"Come." he says. He leads me deeper into the jungle, seeming not to notice anything in our way. I stumble after him, wondering what will become of me. He takes me before a man sitting on a great throne and bows deeply.

"This is the killer of your child, my lord." he says. God nods and stares at me. I figure he expects me to bow. Oh well. I wasn't created, I'm not his child, and he's never given a fuck about me before. I have no reason to bow to him.

"So, can we get on with the torture and execution and whatnot? I really don't have all day here." I snap. The angel gives me an appalled look, probably for speaking so to his master, but God just laughs.

"My child, I do not wish for you to die. I want to make a treaty with you." I consider that for a moment. Hmm, the most powerful being in the word wants to make a treaty with me. No reason to be suspicious. No reason at all.

"So what do I have that you want?" I ask. That would be the most important part of the matter.

"You can reproduce, yes?" he asks. Jesus fucking Christ! That's it. I'm jumping off a bridge after this is over. Why does everyone see me as a walking pair of ovaries? I defeated their most powerful warrior and they still think I'm just a little girl!

"In theory, yes, though I haven't yet."

"Why?"

"I only mated recently." The future is recent, right? Or does Azrael count as my mate? This shit is so confusing.

"In that case, I want one of your sisters to live here, until such time that she bares a child." I bare my fangs and instantly go on the defensive.

"No." I snarl. He raises an eyebrow and I snarl louder. "They are people, not brood mares. What is so fucking hard to understand about that?"

The angel looks slightly shell-shocked. I'm guessing no one has talked to his master like this in a while. Maybe ever. Hey, I already expect to die, how much worse can this get? Might as well be honest. He considers this while I rant to myself.

"Would you agree to allow her to live among us, and see if she chose a mate? If she did not choose a mate in ten years, she would be free to leave." I consider that. It seems oddly fair, which definitely puts me on edge.

"And she wouldn't be harmed in any way, physical or mental?" At this he looks uneasy.

"Many of my children enjoy rough sex. I cannot promise they would not attempt to coerce her into such activities." So they're pretty much as safe here as they are with Lucifer. Though it does amuse me that he refers to centuries old beings as "children." I wonder how they feel about it. I mull it over carefully, trying to see the trap in it, but it seems like a completely fair deal.

"Why? I thought you guys had the same racial purity thing." I ask. God waves his hand, and all of the other angels depart. He gets up and begins to pace.

"I think that allowing them to breed with them will be corruption, but logically they need to. I can no longer create new angels, so our only option is to breed with lesser beings."

"And you think screwing someone who's mostly angel would be less corrupt than screwing a human?" He nods and I sigh.

"Can I have some time to consider this and talk to my sisters?" To my surprise, he nods and strides toward me.

"Of course. Let me return you to your home. You are absolved of your crimes." He grabs my wrist, and I feel a searing pain. I swoon, but when I open my eyes I'm back in the forest right next to the castle. Damn, I need to learn how to do that. As for the absolution, I'm good on that, but, okay, whatever. I walk out of the woods and begin to make my way towards the castle. Three angels swoop down out of the sky and land in front of me. I smile. So I get a welcoming party. I notice Izual among them and my heart skips a beat. I hurry closer, and as if on cue, they all begin yelling.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" they all scream. I blink and take a step back.

"What?" I figure playing stupid is a good idea. How much can they actually know about what I was doing?

"You bitch! I told you I loved you and you just fly off in the middle of the night!" Azrael yells. Okay, so he has a point. Maybe I should have told them, but then they wouldn't have let me go. I look to Lucifer in supplication, but he looks almost as pissed as the twins.

"Do you have any idea how hard it has been to keep them here, knowing that you were off trying to get yourself killed?" I give them all my bright, happy, clueless look.

"Why, I didn't know you guys cared so much!" I chirp. They stop screaming and exchange glances. Oh good, they're going to be reasonable now. "Besides, I just went to turn myself in so everyone wouldn't go to war. No big deal."

"Do you want to kill her, or should I?" Azrael says. Izual makes a strangled sound and wraps a hand around my throat. Okay, so they're not going to be reasonable. I squeak as it rapidly gets more difficult to breathe.

"Izual, snapping her neck is probably not the best way to show her that you care." Lucifer says. Izual pauses.

"But if I kill her, then she cannot leave us again." he says. I hang limply in his grasp. I know from experience that my punishment will hurt more if I resist.

"Yes, but then she will also be dead." Azrael snaps. Izual looks at me, still furious.

"It might be worth it." he mutters. He lets me go and I drop to the ground, coughing and rubbing my throat.

"I thought I wasn't your anything." I hiss. For a moment he looks stricken.

"I was wrong, okay? I cannot intentionally lie, but apparently I can be very, very wrong."

"So you do love me?" I ask, barely daring to hope. He nods and I hug his legs tightly. He looks down at me, looking a little lost. Azrael laughs and picks me up, spinning me around like a little kid again.

"Come home." he begs. I smile and wrap my arms around his neck.

"So why are you alive?" Lucifer asks. We all look up, and then all of the guys look at me. I squirm a bit under their scrutiny.

"They offered me a deal, and I'm contemplating whether to take it." I answer finally. 

"What do they want?"

"One of my sisters." Lucifer shrugs.

"So give them what they want. You are more valuable, in any case." I give him an unfriendly look, and the twins exchange glances.

"Andariel, he has never had a true sibling. It is harder for him to understand the bond." Izual says. Azrael kisses me just below my ear lobe, and I shiver.

"Though I have to admit, I agree. You are far more important." he murmurs. I try to kick him and Izual moves closer, pinning me between their bodies.

"Fine, fine. I'll talk to my sisters. But for now, can we go get some sleep?" I beg. All three of them exchange looks.

"Sisters first." Lucifer says. I wonder vaguely if it would work if I just threw a huge fit and refused to move.

"I will carry your little ass in kicking and screaming." Izual whispers. I roll my eyes and follow them into the castle. To my surprise, they lead me straight to Lucifer's rooms, where they politely knock on the door. This is followed by a loud thump and the sound of breaking glass.

"We told you not to come back until you found our fucking sister!" Belial screeches. I snicker helplessly and call out in twin.

"I'm home, sisters. Can you open the door now?" There's a moment of silence followed by much eeping. I roll my eyes and they attack me. I laugh as I get surrounded by my eagerly hugging sisters.

"Okay, okay, let's go inside so we can talk." We all go inside, and the guys start to follow us, until Belial shuts the door in Lucifer's face. I can't help but laugh, even though I know that was probably a bad idea. I'm surprised he's been good to them this long, if they've been acting like this the entire time. Belial catches the look on my face and shrugs.

"What, he's an ass!" she insists. I keep laughing, because I can't really disagree. He is an ass. Very sexy, but still an ass.

"So what do we need to talk about?" Duriel asks. I sigh and flop down on the bed. It still smells like sex, and I blush.

"Did Lucifer tell you why I left?" I ask first. They both nod. Damn, he's smarter than I give him credit for. "They want to make a deal with me instead of killing me."

"And they want us." Duriel guesses.

"They want one of you." I correct. "Or well, they want one of you to live with them and try to find a mate."

We all stare at each other for a long moment.

"You would know if they were hurting us." Duriel whispers finally. I nod. They exchange glances, and for a moment I'm cut out of our mental connection. I resist the urge to tear up, because I know it's temporary.

"I'll go." Duriel says. I blink at her some more. Belial is the more confident of the two, and I thought she would leap at the chance to get away from here. She blushes, and I read from her mind why she wants to stay. I laugh harder and give her a hug.




Angels Ch. 07



"Good luck with that." I manage. I sober up and hug Duriel as well. "Just call if you need me. You know I would move heaven and earth to save you."

"I want to leave tomorrow." she says. I consider protesting, but hell, it's her choice. She's saving my ass, so I don't really get to be picky. I wish I could go in her place, but I think Izual and Azrael would kill me. We open the door to find them all still standing there, my lovers somewhere between shock and amusement. Lucifer is fuming, but he is controlling himself. I'm kinda proud of him.

"Are you done?" he asks icily. I nod and he tries to brush past us, into his rooms. Belial slaps him and he stops.

"How about a bit of politeness?" she asks. He glares at her, very clearly trying to intimidate her. She stares very coolly back, until he smiles.

"How about you come sleep with me? I am sure I can comfort you in your time of need." he purrs. Belial laughs and walks away. He watches her go a bit wistfully. Well, at least the attraction is mutual. Duriel gives me another hug and sets off after Belial. I turn to my lovers and smile.

"So, are you still going to torture me tonight?" I ask. Azrael gives me a kiss and smiles back.

"Oh, I am sure I will think of something." he purrs. I shiver in anticipation and kiss Izual. I'm sure they'll think of something, too. They pin me between them and kiss either side of my neck.

"We want to mark you as ours, first." Izual says.

"Will you allow it?" Azrael asks. I nod, and they bite down in unison. I gasp as my soul touches theirs. For a brief, shining moment, we join together, before all settling back into our own bodies. I look down at the simple knotwork pattern encircling the ring finger of my left hand. They both smile and put their hands together. I realize they both have the ring as well, although on opposite hands. We join hands and go back to our room. Tomorrow will hold its own trials, but for tonight, nothing else needs be said.