Dark Angel Part 7 - Sex Stories

Dark Angel Part 7

... six-foot-six and her body was lean and muscular, crowned by a head of long red hair that reached mid-thigh. The princess smiled at her, her green eyes sparkling. They’d all dressed in common Rhylos fashion that, to Anniel, looked very cyberpunk, complete with big goggles and bulky respirator. The planet boasted high technology and the ultimate living conditions—a virtual Utopia—but from what she could see, virtual was pretty much the operating word here. The supposed Utopia was not real. The connecting shuttle from the Utuduodian starship to the spaceport leveled out to enter the busy spaceport. Anniel looked around, wondering which shuttle contained the reapers… and Ashriel. “They won’t be using this spaceport,” Glory stated as if reading her mind. “Why not?” Angel asked, fussing with her fake dreadlocks. The plastic tubes were a lime green and matched her outfit, a lime green mesh bodysuit with a vinyl corset and tulle miniskirt in black. Her lime green stockings had holes all over them and stretched over another pair of black fishnet stockings. Black vinyl boots rose to her knees and had lime green ties threaded through chrome grommets. “The merchandise for the black market has their own spaceport. It’s heavily guarded just in case someone wants to abduct merch for slavery.” Anniel shivered and immediately worried about the reapers, even though they were with Seth. Her thoughts turned to Ashriel. How was he feeling? He hadn’t even come down from the helm to say good-bye ...

... to her. Silly, of course, because she’d be seeing him the next night. Still, after the previous night and the kisses they’d shared that morning, it hurt that he hadn’t come to her. He’d certainly acted strange. First amorous, then possessive and jealous, and finally aloof. He was so frustratingly complicated. “It’s said that Cyneolle detests the black market, especially the prostitutes that sell themselves to the higher society clientele.” “Cyn-who?” Anniel frowned. Glory laughed. “Cyneolle. But He prefers to be known as Cyn. He’s the rebel leader of the freedom fighters. Part Seraph, part cyborg.” Anniel shivered. “How awful. Why is he part cyborg?” Glory shrugged. “I’ve heard he was rescued as a child by a band of cyborgs after he’d been badly injured. They saved his life by implanting cybernetics into his damaged body. Others say he was poisoned by this planet’s atmosphere to near death. When he tried to climb to a higher level trying to breathe cleaner air, the patrollers found him and tossed him back down, almost killing him in the process.” Anniel frowned. “But if he was Seraph, why didn’t he just fly up, or for that matter, use his wings to stop his fall?” Again, Glory shrugged. “I don’t know much about Cyn. What I told you is the extent of my knowledge on the man…oh-yes—and he’s supposedly sinfully beautiful.” Angel snorted. “No man is more beautiful than mine.” Anniel smirked at her. She still remembered when Angel tried so hard to resist Devon’s allure. No easy feat. ...