Dark Angel Part 12 - Sex Stories

Dark Angel Part 12

... Ashriel felt right. Her link to him blossomed, allowing him to feel what her lips were already confessing, “I love you. I really-really love you.” Because he was goodness and purity, he was honor, valor, and glory. He was Ashriel of Angelos. She sighed, filled with utter contentment as her legs slid down his…and then she noticed his still intense look. Her eyes widened when he moved his hips, adjusting himself. He was still hard. “Really?” she squeaked. He gave her a sheepish grin. “I am Seraphian born, my love.” She blinked, about to ask him exactly what that meant when another thought occurred to her. Seraphs lived for over two thousand years. *** She had the look of a well-sated woman, a fine sheen of sweat covering her flesh. He could feel how lax her body was, though every once on a while a quiver would go through her pussy which still gloved his cock. It shot pleasure through him, made his balls ache and muscles twitch with desire to keep making love to her, even though he’d just come so hard he thought he was going to keel over. She’d looked startled when his cock twitched within her, and he’d felt his face flush. He couldn’t believe how randy he was either, but he was a Seraphian-born male. It came with the territory. She grinned and looked as if she were about to ask him something. Her sudden frown, however light, startled him. “Ashriel, how old are you?” He blinked at her in confusion. “I am four-hundred-and-five.” He hadn’t reached his quarter lifespan, but ...

... doubted she’d hold his youth against him since she was even younger than he was. Her frown deepened, making him worry. Her silence tormented him, but more was the slow withdrawal he felt of her essence from within him. She was closing herself off to him again. “No,” he pleaded cupping her face. “No, please. Tell me what I’ve done wrong.” Her eyes shimmered with moisture. “Oh, baby, I’ve been so selfish.” “Never,” he shook his head, but she silenced him by putting her fingers against his lips. Her eyes took in every feature of his face as he waited with bated breath for her to confess what was troubling her. “Baby, my life expectancy is maybe ninety or one hundred years. I’ll grow old in a few more decades and you’ll still be young.” He closed his eyes in relief. She didn’t know. “I don’t care if you grow old,” he assured her, resting his forehead on hers. “I’ll love you no matter what.” “No,” she exclaimed vehemently. “It’s not anything as vain as that. I’m going to die way before you do. What will that do to you, Ash? I don’t want you to feel hurt—“ He gripped her face again and smiled. “Anniel, don’t you know what mating with a Seraph does to you?” She frowned in confusion. “The minute you shared fluids with a Seraph your physiology began to change. The moment you conceived you were irrevocable changed. The fact that you’ve conceived twice from Seraphs makes you practically one of us now.” She gaped at him. “Really?” He smiled, wanted to laugh. “Really.” He shifted his hips, ...