Dark Angel Part 13 - Sex Stories

Dark Angel Part 13

... tiger appeared in their midst. “Ama,” Seth snarled. “Ash, back off, damn-it” “My nuts, fuck,” Natanael yelped. Ashriel growled like a beast. “I’ll kill him. Get off me.” “Not if I kill you first, you conceited prick,” Garethiel snarled before grunting in pain. “Garethiel, stop,” Amaranth cried out. “Fuck, Ama,” Garethiel bellowed, “get out of the way.” “Anyone of you hits Ama and I’ll tear you to pieces,” Seth said his voice animalistic now. The struggling pack separated in half. Abdiel, Eriel, and Seth struggled to contain Ashriel as Natanael pulled at Garethiel’s arms. Amaranth had herself plastered across Garethiel’s front, pushing him back. They were all bruised and bleeding. When Seth saw Amaranth wiping a bit of blood from her lips he snarled. She, in turn, scowled at him. “Oh, be quiet, cat-boy.” Seth only snarled louder, tiger stripes appearing on his arms as his fangs lengthened. Anniel fell to her knees, a wave of dizziness over taking her. Gunthriel held his wife, fanning her face with his hand as she whimpered and looked ready to swoon. “Oh, Gunny. Our sons fight like savages over a harlot. I don’t think I can survive this nightmare. Where did we err as parents?” Ashriel shook off those that held him and rushed to Anniel. Kneeling by her, he lifted her against his chest. “Baby, are you alright?” She nodded weakly. His lips thinned and after scooping her up into his arms he stood. “We’re leaving.” “Don’t be stupid,” Garethiel spat blood on his pristine floor. ...

... “The media is already abuzz with news of your arrival.” “I don’t care,” Ashriel snorted reaching for the front doors again. “They’ll hound you and Anniel everywhere you go. Imagine how many Master Guardians will be interested in knowing you sired a chickling with one of Edenia’s ex-Master Guardians. They refer to them as fallen angels and I hear the bounty on anyone of them is astronomical.” *** His brother’s cryptic words halted him. Anniel stared at him wide-eyed, looking very distressed as she took in his bruised face. It was nothing, really. Garethiel looked worse than he did. Ashriel was sure he’d broken the arrogant fool’s nose. The media. Cradling Anniel closer, he kissed her forehead. She looked tired. He would not put her through more distress. He would swallow his pride and anger and remain beneath his brother’s roof. He had no choice. They had nowhere to go until Devon contacted them. Seth had warned numerous times during their escape he could feel they were being followed. They had to wait it out. “Fine,” he sighed. Looking into Anniel’s eyes, he added, “I’m sorry, my love.” “You’ve nothing to be sorry about, baby,” she replied stroking his cheek. “None of this is your fault.” “I want to know about my offspring,” Garethiel demanded making Ashriel’s feathers ruffle. Anniel gestured for him to put her down on her feet. He did so, but reluctantly. Keeping his arm around her waist, he turned to face his brother. “I had a son,” she said to Garethiel. Garethiel swallowed. ...