Dark Angel Part 5 - Sex Stories

Dark Angel Part 5

... they’re born.” “You just said she was still pregnant.” “I wasn’t sure, man. She was just in there growling. She’s got about five out so far. I just wanted to be sure there weren’t any more crawling around inside.” Ashriel ran a hand threw his hair. “Five? And how many do they usually spawn?” Remi shrugged and looked at Zak, who scratched his chin and replied in his deep voice, “About two—maybe three—“ “Thank—god,” Ashriel sighed. Zak cleared his throat. “Two, maybe three dozen, Ash.” Ashriel snarled. “Fuck.” Remi grinned. “Easy, dude. I got this.” Ashriel huffed in frustration. “I need a smaller transport to take with me on the mission. I can’t travel on the surface of a planet in a starcruiser.” Zak frowned. “What’s wrong with your wings?” Ashriel scowled at him. “People tend to take reapers flying on a foreign planet as a sign that they’re being invaded by demons and devils. There’ll be mass hysteria.” He shook his head, running his fingers through his hair again. “I need a small transport.” Remi’s grin grew wider. “Well today is your lucky day. I’ve got just the thing for you” Everything around them rippled making Ashriel feel disorientated. The Silver Comet and its riot of spilled guts disappeared, replaced by an oblong piece of black metal. There was a softer material atop a sculpted out portion with a glass shield at one end. “Have you ever seen a motorcycle?” Remi asked. Ashriel recalled from his studies a little about the ancient Edenian transportation. “That looks ...

... nothing like a motorcycle.” “That’s because this is the next generation,” Remi grinned. “This, my dear Ash, is an aircycle.” Zak caressed the leather-like seat. “A 3842 Blade. Talk about power between your legs.” Remi barked out a laugh. “Ash, this beauty is guaranteed to blow your feathered ass away.” Ashriel frowned down at the shiny black aircycle. “How does it function?” Remi tossed back his hair and clicked the stud on his tongue. “Link to me and watch.” Ashriel felt a pull on his mind and tried to resist. The vortex pulled him in and he felt himself surrounded by the scent of cinnamon and spice… and fire. Remi threw one leg over the aircycle to straddle it. Ashriel tried to back away, feeling as if he were inside Remien’s body. Zak gripped his arms. “Easy there. You’ll get used to it. Just breathe and remember who you really are.” Ashriel shook his head, but he kept seeing double. He saw Remi turning the aircycle on, but at the same time felt as if it were his own hand palming the control panel. Energy pulsed beneath his ass, along his thighs, against his balls. He leaned forward, grasping the handgrips that slid from the sleek black aircycle. With a flick of his wrists and pushing down on the left foot pedal, the Blade took off, taking his breath away. The craft sped at an incredible speed through the hangar. Lights came on far ahead, illuminating the way. He passed the reapers, Devon, and the weredragons, in the blink of an eye. Power rolled out in waves, and Ashriel ...