Redemption: Prologue and Ch.1 - Sex Stories

Redemption: Prologue and Ch.1

... back. Confused and terrified, he opened his mouth again only to have it filled with a peanut butter, jelly, and banana sandwich. He couldn’t breathe and tried to spit it out. “You’re supposed to feed him not kill him, asshole.” “He won’t chew.” Lucien coughed, blinking tearing eyes at the two male reapers standing before him. Alpha 7’s envirolevel came into sharp focus. He wasn’t in the garden behind his stepfather’s mansion back on Earth after all. Another reaper stepped out from behind him, the one holding his hair. The fucker snorted, yanked Lucien’s head down, and then proceeded to smack his back hard enough to jostle his lungs. The gob of peanut butter, jelly, and banana shot to the ground followed by a trail of spit and puke. Lucien grimaced when his stupid hair slid forward into the mess. The reaper let him go. Still coughing, he lifted his head and fixed them with a murderous glare until a girl reaper stepped forward. “What are you doing?” she scolded the others. “I said I would feed him.” “I thought Ashriel banned you from coming near him?” A blond male grinned. She sniffed disdainfully and snatched the sandwich from his hands. “Get out of my way, Abdiel.” Lucien watched her approach him. She was tall, athletic, beautiful. Her long golden brown hair was braided in a thick tail that fell to her waist. Since everyone went sky clad in the envirolevel, his eyes focused on the full mounds of tits swaying as she came closer. Her nipples were peaked tight and her pussy was ...

... tiny and hairless between her muscular thighs. “Hey,” she smiled kneeling before him. “Amadashiel, don’t get too close,” a dark-haired reaper admonished. She ignored him. “You look like you need a shave, gorgeous.” Her fingernails scraped against the thick stubble on his jaw. He wasn’t like his baby-faced brother, Devon, who had no facial hair. Lucien was more like his Edenian mother, Luciel. He grew hair everywhere…and it was all pale blond. He swallowed hard when her fingers trailed down his throat and the middle of his chest heading right for his cock, “Amadashiel, don’t touch him.” Lucien smirked at the angry-faced reaper with the black hair. When Amadashiel finally wrapped her soft hand around his shaft, he lifted his hips with a moan and pumped. Fuck. That felt good. “Ama,” the reaper snarled, yanking her up roughly. She tore her arm from his grip and glared. “Reiven, what is your problem?” “You are,” he spat, going nose to nose with her. “Easy, ladies,” Lucien drawled lazily. “There’s plenty of cock to go round.” The male reaper rounded on him and he had to cringe when Reiven leaned down, sneering. “Really? Last I heard, you’re terrified of men.” Lucien scoffed. “Not terrified, jackass. Hate.” Just for shits and giggles, he spit the angry reaper in the face and laughed out loud at the death angel’s shocked expression. Reiven backhanded him, sending Lucien to the leaf covered ground with the taste of blood in his mouth. “Stop.” Lucien blinked and shook his hair out of ...