Dark Angel Part 13 - Sex Stories

Dark Angel Part 13

... spilled wild over her shoulders partially covering her. She took his breath away. Ashriel’s gaze flicked to the reapers. They watched, but with mild interest, and Seth had slumped down in the lounge, his eyes now closed. Anniel sliding down his legs brought his attention back to her. He sucked in a shocked breath when she began undoing his pants. “W-what are you going to do?” he asked. Again, the reapers snickered. “Inexperienced,” Natanael sighed. “Yep, totally inexperienced,” Eriel seconded. Anniel turned before he could protest their teasing and growled low in her throat. “Sorry,” both reapers murmured. She turned back, fully intent on putting her mouth to him, but he covered his engorged flesh with shaking hands. “I’m not ready to do this,” he confessed feeling his face heat. She looked disappointed, but caressed his hands. “That’s okay, baby.” He stiffened further when she slid back up his body, her lush breasts dragging sensuously against his torso. She kissed him deeply. “When we get back home then, okay?” He nodded, wondering if he was being too much of a prude. Anniel yawned again and he turned to the side, pulling her tight against him as one of his wings slid beneath the blanket to cover her. She sighed, her fingers weaving into the black feathers and after a while her breathing evened out in slumber. The sound of the crackling fire lulled him and before long, his own eyes were drifting shut as sleep claimed him. He dreamt of a darkened tunnel. It was hot and ...

... smelled of excrement. Ashriel moved forward, focusing on wavering light ahead. At the end of the tunnel was a large cathedral-like chamber. Devils in an array of jewel tones hung upside down from the high ceiling. They watched him with wide golden eyes, but his gaze was arrested by the presence of a lone devil sitting atop a large rock thirty paces from him. The creature’s skin was a satiny jet-black and he had a mop of thick corkscrew curls framing his cherubic face. His tail and wings twitched nervously as he watched Ashriel stalk slowly forward. When Ashriel reached for his divine sword, the devil pointed off to the side Moving his gaze to where the creature gestured, his heart stopped. There stood what looked like an ornately framed mirror. Only it wasn’t really a mirror. It was the portal into the realm of shadows…and Davariel stood just on the other side of the glass, his hands smoothing over it as if looking for a way out. Looking back to the boulder, Ashriel discovered the devil had vanished, so he approached the portal carefully sword at the ready. Davariel noticed him and smiled in relief. It sent chills through Ashriel. “Ashriel, help me.” Ashriel scoffed, “Help you?” Davariel nodded, his brows creased in a frown. There was darkness behind him, but his hair glowed like golden sunlight and his eyes still had the blue fires of hell shining within. “I can’t find my way out of here and I need to help my sons.” Ashriel approached the portal, sword held tight, with every ...