Dark Angel Part 12 - Sex Stories

Dark Angel Part 12

... him. Erie began to rouse. “W-what happened?” “I just saved you from being eaten alive,” Chameleon answered turning into his flesh-like form. Even from where she stood, Anniel could see the dark-haired reaper appraising the cybernetic angel. “Fuck, baby. You can eat me any time you want,” was Eriel’s awed reply. Behind her Natanael snickered. “Yeah. He’s okay. Let’s go.” Anniel looked back to Ashriel. Gore covered him from head to toe. All around, hundreds of wolves had been turned to hamburger meat. It was gross, especially with some of them twitching, spewing blood, and guts spilling bodily waste. The smell was horrible and she felt herself begin to gag. Natanael cocooned her within his wings. “Easy there, sweetheart.” A sharp metallic clang followed by the sound of gushing water had her looking back at Ashriel. He’d broken one of the pipes that snaked around the ceiling and was standing beneath the deluge. The water washed off the blood and chunks of meat from him. When he was reasonably clean, he stalked back toward her, looking like something out of her lewdest wet dreams. Cyneolle jumped down from the top of the cage as Chameleon hauled Eriel into his arms. Ashriel’s hands gripping her around her waist made her look up at him. “Baby, are you hurt?” she asked running her hands up the wet, sinewy strength of his arms. He didn’t have a scratch on him. “I’m fine. Wrap your arms and legs around me.” Behind them, Cyneolle blew an enormous hole in one of the walls, exposing ...

... a view of the city in flames. Anniel’s eyes widened when she saw a large transport tumble past, and jumped when she heard the explosion moments afterward as it finally reached the street below. Ashriel lifted her into his arms as the mixture of hot and cold air blasted through the hole. Cyneolle took flight followed by Chameleon carrying Eriel. Ashriel held her tight and began to run. Anniel closed her eyes and gripped him harder. “I’ve got you, my love,” he crooned into her ear. His body tilted forward and his wings thrummed to life behind his back. The sound was deafening, like rolling thunder. She was soaring over the burning city in the arms of her dark angel. It was daunting—pretty scary since she was a bit squeamish about heights. Ashriel’s arms were like steel bands around her back and waist and he didn’t fly completely horizontal. It was more of an angle, which didn’t make her feel like she was literally hanging on for dear life. He kissed her cheek and squeezed her harder. She felt ridiculously safe in her death angel’s arms—safe enough to brave opening one eye. Ashriel’s wings were a blur of black. A little above them was Natanael, his hair a blue flag in the wind. He noticed her looking at him and did an impressive flip in the air. At her astonished look, he laughed and did it again, this time staying upside down as his legs split open in a ridiculous pose. He laughed out loud, throwing his arms out too. Now he looked like a flying X. Anniel smirked at the silly ...