Dark Angel Part 7 - Sex Stories

Dark Angel Part 7

... king. He wouldn’t dare try anything stupid then.” Ashriel gripped the Lizdrac’s throat and lifted him easily off his paws. “What danger is there at the palace?” Everyone froze and Seth hissed, “Ash, let him go.” “Talk,” Ashriel shouted into the Lizdrac’s rapidly darkening snout. He eased the hold he had on the lizard man’s neck so he could speak. “King Dred likes to fuck his guests… and then eat them.” Ashriel dropped Mambri and stared at Seth in horror. Seth frowned. “She’s with Angel. She’ll be fine. They’re Alpha Angels.” Ashriel shook his head. “We get them back and leave. I’ve had enough of this.” Seth looked at him silently before nodding slowly. “Okay.” *** Angel wiped Anniel’s brow with a cool wet cloth. The bed felt soft and the whole room scented of vanilla and lavender. She’d stripped off all her clothing and wore nothing but a filmy white sheath. “I can’t be pregnant, Angel. It’s too soon.” “It only takes one drop of semen. I heard you howl all night long. It’s reasonable to assume the possibility of conception after fucking all night long.” Anniel’s eyes snapped open, looking at Angel’s face in chagrin. Angel smirked. “You and the reaper are louder than Devon and me.” Anniel covered her face and groaned. “Oh, Angel. What am I going to do?” “It seems you will be bearing a new baby in three months.” Anniel gaped at Angel. Angel’s eyes widened warily. “Ashriel is a reaper. His Seraphian blood is purer than a white-winged Seraph. His offspring will be Seraph. They ...

... take only three months of gestation before they are ready to be born.” The memories of Gareth’s birth surfaced—her poor baby with one wing. He’d been so sick and weak at first. Tears flowed down her cheek as her heart broke all over again over her lost child. Angel snuggled up next to her and wiped the tears away. “Please don’t cry, Anniel,” she said even as her own eyes shimmered. “I won’t be able to bear losing another baby. I can’t go through that again.” “We’ll protect the babies, Anniel. Devon will make sure no harm comes to them.” “It’s my fault I lost Gareth. I should have stayed with him.” “You didn’t know, Anniel,” Angel sniffled. Princess Glory walked in from the bathing chamber. “What happened?” Anniel rolled off the bed and walked to the edge of the glass dome of their chamber. “She’s having a moment,” Angel sobbed. “And why are you crying?” Angel hiccupped. “I miss my Devon and Jazriel. And Annie lost her baby and she thinks she’s going to lose this one too.” Anniel wiped her eyes and looked down. Over the edge of the metal plate they floated on, she could see the cityscape below. It looked silvery and shimmery and beautiful—everything she knew it was not. A man clad in black from head to toe suddenly zipped in front of her on the other side of the glass. He had two wings made of metal and a large sledgehammer in his hand. Anniel stared in shock at the face of the person covered with goggles and a full respirator gas mask. Her eyes widened in terror when he lifted ...