Dark Angel Part 7 - Sex Stories

Dark Angel Part 7

... anything about him, except that he was a Seraphian born reaper. Ashriel turned away, realizing there really was nothing more to know anyhow. His life had been solely dedicated to honoring his holy vows as a reaper… and now he had no future. “I’m sorry,” he said in a low voice. “I have no right to demand anything from you.” He wanted to add he knew he meant nothing to her, but it would make him sound like a lovelorn idiot. Her fingers caressed his face, trying to get him to look at her, but it hurt too much to do so, knowing his love was not returned with the same fervor he felt. Served him right for steering away from his calling. He had no business trying to live the life of a normal person. He was not normal. He was an implement of the Divine One’s wrath against the forces of darkness. His black wings were a reminder of that. Anniel tipped his face to hers and kissed him, chasing away his gloomy thoughts. He drank from her lips like man dying of thirst, the bits and pieces of affection tossed his way greatly appreciated… as pathetic as it seemed. He’d fallen low indeed. She pulled away, leaving him feeling bereft. He opened his eyes to see she was mere inches from his face, looking at him with a little frown marring her beautiful face. Her eyes this close revealed flecks of gold, brown, and green. She bit her lip and shook her head a tiny bit, almost imperceptible. Anniel stood and rushed out of the lounge, taking the platter with her, mumbling something about getting ...

... rid of it. The silence was deafening. Taking a deep cleansing breath, Ashriel rose and strode up to the helm. Sinking into the co-pilot’s seat, he set about rechecking coordinates and fuel and air gages. He could feel Seth’s eyes on him. Frowning, Ashriel turned to glare at him. “Do you need to tell me something?” “Actually…” Seth stopped short, pursing his lips. “Never mind.” Ashriel clenched his fists, and opened his mouth to demand the weretigri speak his mind, but a starship hailed them over the com unit. The Utuduodian vessel had arrived before time. *** Rhylos was nothing like Anniel had expected. From space, it looked like a moldy, rusted ball wrapped in a cloud of glowing green gas. When they entered the atmosphere, the cityscape below didn’t change her impression. The city was divided into layers, and looked like a meshwork of pipes and glass tubes—dirty, grimy pipes and glass tubes. “See those floating islands?” Angel said. “The upper most citizens live there. The farther you descend the less wealth you will find.” Many air transports zipped about between the meshwork. Anniel strained to see down into the streets on the surface of the planet, but it was so dark, she couldn’t make anything out. Spires of grimy metal and glass stretched down into an abyss of total darkness. “Spooky,” she murmured to herself. “We’re almost there,” the Utuduodian princess said in her husky voice. Anniel turned to princess Glory. Her name fit her well. The female was taller than Anniel’s ...