Dark Angel Part 5 - Sex Stories

Dark Angel Part 5

... helm being barely two and a half feet wide. Down in the second level, she stopped and took a cleansing breath. God- that had been close. What was she thinking, trying to kiss him again? Although, this time he had come at her. Just the memory of it made her want to howl in frustration. Shaking her head in disapproval, she headed for the small eating galley. Three people would barely fit inside and Seth already sat at one of the stools staring unhappily at a cube of prinut. Anniel shut the galley door behind her and looked around. The dining galley was very utilitarian. There was a wall of cabinets right across from the door, and metal counters flanked either side of the walls. There was a stool at either counter and nothing else. The floor was covered in some type of rubbery coating that was a dark coal grey. “The damn food replicator was programmed to spew out this shit,” Seth grumbled. She took a cleansing breath, staring at him. Staring at Seth always helped her get her head back on right. Her beautiful boy, though he really wasn’t a boy anymore. Seth was in his early twenties if you didn’t count the three hundred years they were in suspended animation. He’d cut his hair again, but it fell in wispy layers of silvery white around his face and shoulders. His pale blue eyes peered at her through platinum locks but his lashes were dark. She smiled, and cupped his cheek giving him a chaste kiss on the tip of his up tilted nose. “Let’s see if I can find something to make that’s ...

... better than that, sweetie.” He rarely ever smiled, but she could see the happiness sparkle in his pretty blue eyes and the way his lush lips tilted up just ever so slightly. On a whim she cupped his face again and kissed his cheek. “Sweet baby.” He did smile that time, but looked down, clearing his throat as his fingers thrummed on the counter. “I’m not a baby.” “You are to me,” she said looking through the cabinets before turning to study the menu panel of the food replicator. *** Ashriel forced himself to calm. His loins ached terribly, but he was grateful Abdiel had interrupted when he did. If the reaper hadn’t, he’d be buried balls deep within Anniel at the moment. The thought made him shudder and stagger back into his chair at the helm. He winced and groaned when his pants squashed his erection. “Fuck,” he hissed spreading his thighs, looking for relief. Abdiel cleared his throat and scratched his head. “I can get one of the others to help you with that.” “Get out,” Ashriel snapped. Abdiel jumped and took a step back. “Look, I said I was sorry. I’d volunteer, but I want my first time to be meaningful.” Ashriel buried his face in his hands. Meaningful. He barely remembered making love to Anniel. He snorted in disgust. Making love was not what they had done. They had fucked…savagely. He’d woken up with a bloodied, sore cock and muddled memories of her screams of rapture. His cock twitched again making him wince. “Why the hell are you even here, Abdiel? Why did you leave ...