0 comments/ 28161 views/ 2 favorites Fallen Angels By: Dredekea Devanshi sat at her desk, brushing her long red hair. Her wings, folded against her back, shone in the candlelight like mirrors of pure white light, each feather seeming to reflect a pure white light. She sat humming to herself, not noticing another figure entering the room. Her startled jump told the other figure he had been well silent enough, flying through the skylight, and her gasp rang musically in his ears. She smiled, seeing his reflection in the mirror, then stuck out her tongue. "Dredekea, you know better than to sneak up on me like that," Her clear alto voice rang, as pure as child's prayer. His low voice rumbled in her ears as he turns to survey the room. "Well, you are five minutes from being late for your work, so I felt it might be a good idea to make sure you were up and around. It seems to me that everything is in order." He turns back, to see her standing before him, her nude form glowing in the candlelight. She turned and walked over to her closet, her beautiful rear end swaying. Any mortal would be overcome with lust at the sight of her curvaceous backside, framed elegantly by snow-white wings, but Dredekea stood waiting idly as she selected her uniform for the day, a low-cut white shift, the lower hem terminating above her knees. He smiled as she walked back out, and took to flight. He followed her, his battle armor glimmering as they flew into the dawn's light. They both flew back to Devanshi's quarters, exhausted, at the end of the day. Devanshi turned to Dredekea, who had just landed in a chair and was slumping with weariness, as she sat on her bed. "What would ever drive mortals to copulate?" She asked him, slowly stripping off her shift. "It seems to me that with all of the screaming, moaning, and profanity that they utter during the process, they would come to realize that it just isn't worth it." Dredekea sighed as he looked to the window, the starlight glimmering like a thousand fireflies in the blackness of night. "I do not know, but it would appear that they enjoy it." He snickered as he thought. "But they are a good source of entertainment. Did you see the look on that man's face when he was kneeling behind that woman, and found two angels standing next to him. If he hadn't died by then, he would have done so." He yawned, his perfect white teeth glimmering. "Pardon me," he said. "Would it be possible for me to stay with you tonight? I do not think I have enough energy to fly back to my quarters." "Certainly," Devanshi said, yawning herself. "My bed is quite large enough for the both of us. Make yourself at home, while I freshen up." She rose, her nipples twin points of pink on her flawless white skin. Dredekea felt his breathing quicken, but shook it off as trying not to yawn as he stripped off his body armor, and the leather tunic and pants that were beneath. He cast the covers aside as Devanshi walked back in, wearing a nearly transparent nightgown. She climbed into bed, and Dredekea wrapped his arms around her shoulders as he drew the blanket above them. Before long, both of them were snoring lightly in the bliss of slumber. When Dredekea awoke in the middle of the night, he was astounded to find that his member was not only larger than usual, but also very hard as it pressed between the cheeks of Devanshi's ass. He shook his head, and rose to retreive a glass of water from the pitcher that sat full on Devanshi's nightstand. He poured the liquid with a trembling hand, and downed the contents before turning back to her. Her baby blue eyes were wide open in shock as she stared at his member. Her mind was filled with the oddest sense of curiosity, wonderment, and lust as she rose. She was equally suprised to find that her thighs were very wet, and that the light red hair covering her venus's mound was plastered to her skin by the juice. She ran her fingers along the flesh of her calves, and lifted it to her nose. "What is this," she thought, as she tasted it. Clear like water, but having a subtle aroma, and slick texture against her tongue, she shook her head in wonderment. Dredekea's eyes noticed the change as well, and he stepped towards her. He shuddered as her fingers wrapped themselves about his throbbing member, as she did when his fingers brushed the mound of flesh at the junction of her thighs. "What in the name of everything holy is this?" Devanshi whispered, running her nails along the length of the smooth shaft. He groaned slightly, his voice matching hers as he ran his fingers along her mound. "I think, Devanshi, that it is what humans call a cock - I never did understand it, but it certainly feels like it isn't evil." Her body quaked as his fingers brushed her engorged clit. "I think you are right, Dredekea, and that mine is what they call a pussy. I don't know why it got wet, but it feels pretty good - I wonder if any of our comrades noticed it either." Her eyes half-closed as his fingers stroked the length of her slit. "Mmm, that feels nice. Keep going..." Devanshi's hand stroked up and down his cock. His eyes were closed, his breathing rapidly accelerating, as his fingers ran up and down her crotch, from the bottom of her slit all the way up to the top of the triangle of her pubic hair, before moving back down again. He noticed that, as his fingers moved faster, so did her hand, and the pleasurable sensations moving through his belly increased, so he started stroking her with increasing rapidity, hearing her little cries of pleasure as her hand moved up and down the length of his hard-on. She nearly screamed as his hand got moving too fast, and one of his fingers found it's way into her channel, her grip on his cock tightening and sending a wave of endorphins coursing through his blood. "Oh, please, that feels so good. Do it again..." His heart skipped a beat as he moves his fingers back within her lithe body. The feeling was exquisite, like hot, wet velvet around his finger. He looked down at his cock, and saw Devanshi's hand a blur as she stroked it faster and faster, her breasts heaving as she gasped for air. She suddenly stopped breathing, then her voice lifted in a high squeal as her body was wracked with spasms, her pussy rippling around his invading digit like the undulating waves of the ocean. He removed his finger and cradled her close, his heart reacing in panic. "Devanshi, speak to me. Are you alright?" Her smile was one of deep contentment as she opened her eyes. "Oh, yes, Dredekea. Much better." Her grin turned wicked as she kissed him, hard, her tongue probing into his mouth. Taken aback slightly, he nevertheless kissed her with equal lust, his tongue wrapping around hers like mating snakes. He fell atop her as they both collapsed onto the bed. Her hands released his member and clawed at his back as they kissed. "Take that cock of yours and put it inside my pussy, like we saw that man doing before we took him away today." He lifted his hips, and let her fingers guide him to the opening of her channel. He groaned as he pressed his hips forward, the bloated purple head sliding past her clinging lips, matching her soft squeal of pleasure. "Further... as far as you can. I want to feel it inside me." He bent down to kiss her again as he moved further in, to the hilt. Her moan coursed through his body, sending electric tingles through his spine. He started to pull back, and felt her whimper in need. He pushed back in, and felt her body tense, then relax around his throbbing member. The feeling of her sucking pussy as he pulled out was exquisite, and he decided to try it again. As he thrust back inside her, he was met with Devanshi's hips rising to meet his, forcing him deeper within her. He started moving faster, her hips bucking against his, mashing her clit against his pubic bone. Her cries of ecstasy rang out through the chamber as her back arched, throwing her breasts out. He instinctively took a rosy nipple in his mouth and began sucking on it, pulling it with his lips and teeth as he thrust harder, feeling her fire-hot pussy ripple around his invading member. Her cries became higher in pitch, and she hooked her ankles around the small of his back, forcing him even deeper into her sucking channel. Her body stiffened, then her shriek of pure pleasure reverberated around the chamber. Her cry of ecstasy, could with the rippling of her vaginal muscles around his cock, forced him over the edge, and he released a primal growl as he shot his thick white cream deep inside her small body. He bit her nipple, sending her into another orgasm as his cock shot wave after wave of warm sticky cum into her. Panting, they both fell onto the bed, her face radiating the beauty of a satisfied woman. "I guess that is why the mortals like it," she smirked, drawing him in for a long, passionate slow kiss. He smiled as he kissed her back, thinking to himself, "this could be the start of something beautiful..." To Be Continued... Fallen Angels Among Us The war continues to rage in Heaven, as Angel clashes with Angel in the name of faith. The Faithful follow Yahweh, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. The Renegades follow Lucifer Morningstar, formerly known as the Archangel of Light. When will the war end? When immortals clash, conflict is unending for neither side can claim definite victory. I grew tired of the war in heaven and left. I came down to the planet Earth. This was in the summer of 1978. Thirty five years later, I am still here. Earth is my home now. When an Angel falls to the planet Earth, it wreaks havoc upon the natural world. Storms and Earthquakes have been known to accompany an Angel's arrival on the Earthly plane, whether he or she comes from heaven or Hell. I came to Earth of my own volition, so my fall wasn't as painful as it could have been. Nevertheless, it was not something I care to duplicate. Here I am, leading a normal life. Or as normal a life as a fallen Angel can be expected to lead while on the planet Earth, made for man by God Himself. In the eyes of the world, I am Stephen Brownstone, a six-foot-three, lean and athletic, thirty-something Afro-Canadian gentleman residing in the City of Toronto, province of Ontario. I work for the Toronto Police Service as a constable. Yep, I'm a cop. I'd like to think that I've built a good life for myself down here. I am happily married to a gorgeous woman named Isabel Abdullah, originally from the Republic of Lebanon. We are the proud parents of two lovely brats, Adam and Lily. Life couldn't be better. Sometimes, I can almost convince myself that I really am a regular guy, a devoted husband and father, taxpayer and homeowner. Almost. At night, when I lie next to my wife and close my eyes ( I cannot sleep, nor do I require food or drink, no Angel does ) I remember everything. In the movies and television programs, Angels are often shown to be men and women with wings. Well, we're not what you think. Angels aren't human. We were never human. We are pure intelligence and power without form. We're invisible, bodiless entities. When we want to, we can enter the material world and assume any form we desire. The form I wear belongs to an anonymous African whom I glimpsed while on a mission from heaven in what is today called Ethiopia, centuries ago. I remembered this man because he alone had the power to sense when I was near. I did not get the man's name, for I was in a hurry but I remembered him fondly. I've had an interesting time among the humans, to say the least. They're so obsessed with race, gender, sexual orientation, nationality and religion. Those aforementioned subjects have caused wars around the world and destroyed many lives. For an entity without race or gender, being amongst humans makes for an interesting experience. I find the humans far more complicated than my fellow Angels. Either you serve the Light or you serve the Darkness. You're either a proud citizen of Heaven or a dreaded denizen of Hell. We've always been quite simple, in spite of our vast intelligence and power. For we were created to serve. Humans were made to rule. That's why we're so different. Interestingly, it's only on the planet Earth that the war between heaven and hell can be won or lost by either side. For you see, only while on Earth can an Angel die. While in human form, I possess all the powers of the Seraph I once was. I can fly, teleport myself anywhere with a mere thought, I am vastly stronger than anything human, and I can also generate fire and electricity and shoot them from my fists and eyes like energy bolts. The only way to kill an Angel is by stabbing him or her with a very special weapon. A sword fashioned in the Armory of Heaven itself. These swords look like ordinary metallic swords, but they can cut through anything. While in Heaven or Hell, they're useless because stabbing a spiritual being is like running a sword through water. You won't accomplish anything that way. However, while on Earth, Angels are forced to assume material form because of The Rules. While in material form, the swords can cut us and even kill us. Sucks, eh? Can you imagine, being alive since before the beginning of time and dying because you got stabbed by a special blade while in material form? I have recently come face to face with some old friends. Back in Heaven, the Angel Vael and I were good friends. We fought side by side in the Red Wing Squadron against the elite of the Legion, made up of Lucifer's most fearsome Dark Angels. Vael is part of what I call "The New Fallen". Angels who left heaven not to follow Lucifer but to seek their destinies elsewhere. I ran into my old friend one fine Sunday afternoon in Toronto, just as my wife and brats and I were exiting our favorite church. Vael stood there, in the guise of a tall, thirty-something Black woman in a stylish pantsuit. She walked up to me and hugged me like we were old friends, prompting some uncomfortable questions from my wife when we got home, I tell you that much. Miss Vale, as Vael introduced herself, claimed to be an old friend from the old neighborhood. Once I got over my awkwardness, I introduced her to the wife, chit chatted for a bit then went home to have the unavoidable questions issued from Isabel's mouth. Who was this woman and what did she want with me? Just the words any man does NOT want coming out of his wife's mouth. Yeah, I had some explaining to do when we got home. Early in our relationship, my True Nature was revealed to Isabel. We were out on a date, just walking home from the theater. We were big movie buffs during our days at the University of Toronto. I mean, there we were, just a young couple out on a date. Out of nowhere, two tattooed, bald-headed young white guys came at us, brandishing guns in our faces. They demanded our wallets. I would have gladly handed mine but Isabel, like the Lebanese spitfire that she is, refused. This made them mad. Now, had I been by myself, I would have made short work of them. Bullets can't hurt me. Still, I had Isabel to think about, and she'd just pissed off two skinheads with guns. Toronto was just starting to become the most diverse place in Canada in the 1990s, and many of the locals didn't like that, hence the presence of skinheads. I hesitated. If I didn't do anything, Isabel could get hurt. If I did, she would know what I truly was. What's a fallen Angel to do? I struck the skinheads telekinetically, sending them tumbling back for a distance of twenty feet. They fell and lay still in the dumpster at the end of the alley. Isabel stared at me, stunned. How? She said, staring at me with astonished eyes. The moment of truth had come. Shall I reveal to her the truth of my identity? Or shall I flee? I could assume another human form, move to a different town, start a new life. Or I could tell her the truth and see what she made of it. I chose to do that. I sat Isabel down and told her who and what I was, why I left heaven and all that. When I finished with the story, I expected her to run off, scared. Most mortals cannot handle the supernatural. Well, Isabel surprised me alright. Instead of running off, she threw her arms around me and kissed me. That's when I knew she was the one. When we got home, I told Isabel the truth, that Vael was just an old friend visiting. As far as I know, that was the truth. Later, I learned how wrong I was. Vael came to Earth to seek reinforcements. Apparently, the war between Heaven and Hell was moving to a new battlefield, the Earthly plane. And it's not just Dark Angels we have to worry about. Lucifer's agents intend to open the Gates of Hell and unleash an army of demons and monsters upon the planet Earth to thin out the human populace and prepare it for Dark Angelic domination. Heaven's warriors will come down to destroy evil and if they can't stop it on Earth, they will destroy the Earth itself. This I cannot allow. So I must once more war against both good and evil. Wish me luck.