Lucifer's Daughter (12 page)

“And what if they kill you?” he replied. “Do you think I"d fare any better? I"ve been walking this earth for close to thirty years now since being thrown out of Heaven, not truly caring if I lived or died in my quest to return to a realm that spurned me. Then I met you, and suddenly Heaven pales in comparison. I see things in color again, more vividly than before. I feel alive once more; more alive than I ever felt, even when I was a part of the Army of Light. Knowing this, would you still push me away?”

I didn"t know what to say. The thought of my mere existence being so important to someone else frightened me, and at the same time elated me. In his eyes, I mattered.

Softly, he stroked my lower lip with his thumb. “I meant what I said. I love you. I would give anything to be with you. It matters not that we"ve known each other only a few days. It matters not who your father is. All that matters is that I be by your side. That you love me in return. Do you love me?”

Openly crying, I tried to shake my head; I tried to lie. And couldn"t. Oh, the irony. Lucifer"s daughter, unable to lie, even to save the man she loved. “I love you, too. But--”

He kissed me, hard. “No buts. I"m an old-fashioned man, which means as the man, from now on, I get to call the shots.”

I would have protested, but he Frenched me when I opened my mouth. Tired of fighting what we both wanted, I relaxed in his arms. At my unspoken signal, he lay me down on the bed. With deft hands, he stripped me. I felt no shame as he looked upon my body. I knew my curves were lush and beautiful, a fact I saw confirmed in the smokiness of his gaze. He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down along with his briefs. My eyes widened and I let out a sound at the sight of his erect shaft. Now there was a tool made for sinning.

Surrounded by ebony curls, it stood proud and thick. I reached for him and Auric eagerly came to me, his heavy body covering mine, skin to skin.

I let my legs fall apart so his body could nestle between my thighs, and I arched up eagerly against him.

“Patience,” he whispered, as he drank from my lips. “I want to make your first time a special memory.”

I let him take control, contenting myself with touching the parts I could reach--his silky hair, his muscled shoulders. He kissed every inch of my body, starting at my lips and working his way down. The bristles on his jaw chafed deliciously against the delicate skin of my neck. His lips, when they covered my nipple, felt like lava, and the tug of desire that shot from my nipple to my crotch made me cry out. His hand kneaded one breast, while his mouth toyed with the other. His lips pulled and sucked at my aureole, making it tight and hard. Then he switched to my other breast and started the torture all over again.

I had to close my eyes. I couldn"t watch him without wanting to scream for him to take me. I knew Auric would make me his only when he felt ready.

Finally, his wet mouth traced its way down my belly, inching toward the wet core between my legs. I tensed in anticipation, so he teased me, his lips bypassing my pussy and clit to kiss my soft inner thigh. I pulled my knees up and spread my legs wider exposing myself, taunting him to taste me. He chuckled between my thighs and his warm breath tickled me.

“Soon, my sweet Muriel,” he murmured. Still nibbling the soft flesh of my thighs, he surprised me when he inserted one finger into my wet cleft. He ran that finger around the edge almost as if he stretched me.

I cried out when his mouth finally found my clit. He laved it with his tongue and lips, and I could feel my pussy going into mini convulsions, especially when he inserted more fingers into the opening of my sex and stretched me even wider.

With my head thrashing from side to side, I moaned at the exquisite feelings he wrung from my body. And when I finally felt his pulsing thickness nudging my lips, I almost sobbed in relief.

But the feel of him poking me made me think of something--safety. “Um, shouldn"t you be putting on a condom or something right about now?” My sex-crazed sisters had drilled the concept of safe sex into me at an early age.

“Angels, even fallen ones, are like vamps and shape shifters. The diseases of mortal men have no hold on us.”

I liked his answer, for I wanted nothing, not even a thin layer of latex, to dull the feel of him inside me. “In that case then, what are you waiting for?”

Our little conversation, though, had slowed things down; something he quickly remedied when he latched his mouth onto my nipple and sucked, while the tip of his prick rubbed against me. In no time at all, he had me mindless again, and panting.

“Please,” I said, not ashamed to beg. I wanted him so badly, it almost hurt.

He braced his body above me and paused. I opened my eyes slowly and looked at him through heavy lids.

“I love you, Muriel,” he said, his green eyes shining. Then he thrust into me and I cried out.

The pain I experienced when he breached my maidenhead was, thankfully, brief and minor–it had been more the suddenness that had made me cry out. He stopped moving after pushing himself past my torn barrier, and now that the shock had worn off, I could feel him inside of me, impossibly big, but oh, so right.

I pulled him down to me for a kiss, and he groaned against my mouth as he kissed me back hotly.

He began to pump me with his slick length. Short jabs in and out, which felt so good. I writhed, moving my hips to match his rhythm. Close to the brink, I almost cried when he pulled out completely. He teasingly rubbed the head of his cock against my wet slit, then drove himself back in, making me scream. It felt so fucking good.

Now he stroked me long and hard, his thick shaft penetrating and retreating, filling me up and making me shudder. Each time the tip of his cock hit the bottom of my womb, I could feel a jolt of pleasure. I wrapped my legs around him, locking him within my body. He pumped me harder and faster, „til like a high note held too long, I shattered, screaming his name. My nails clawed at his back as wave after orgasmic wave crashed through my body. His body went taut seconds later, and with a long groan and a final thrust, I felt a spurting heat deep within me, signaling he"d found his pleasure, too.

I folded myself tightly around him, my face buried in his shoulder, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. I felt so blissfully happy at this moment, and so in love that it hurt.

Tender lips kissed my temple, my nose, my cheeks.

The caresses stopped. “Why are you crying?” he asked, sounding horrified. He quickly rolled off of me and I opened my eyes. “Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” he asked his eyes anguished.

I smiled at him a little blearily. “I"m not hurt. Just so happy right now.”

“Oh,” he said, settling down beside me and pulling me into him for a body-to-body hug.

“Is it always that good?” I asked, letting my fingers dance over this chest.

“It"s never been that good.”

“Really?” I propped up on one elbow to look at him. “You mean I"m the best you"ve ever had?”

“The best, and from now, on the only one I will ever have.”

I pinked, something I did often around my angel. “When can we try it again?”

Auric cocked a brow at me and smiled, a slow, sexy, sinful look that made me wet and horny all over again.

“I"m ready when you are,” he said. “But first, let"s get you washed up.”

I looked down and saw the blood that signaled I had finally, fully become a woman. And, grinning at the view of the tight buttocks that walked into my bathroom, I sure was glad I"d waited for the right man.

Hopping off the bed after him, my body thrummed with energy. I wondered with interest if my shower was big enough to play in. Auric took up a lot of space; a fact I liked, but in the tight confines of my shower, that could make things tricky. But I was still willing to try.

He had the water running, and stood under the spray when I walked in. He held the curtain aside and moved back so I could stand under the water. Thick arms wrapped around me from behind and his hands cupped my breasts, lifting and squeezing them. I wiggled my bottom at him, and felt a hot poker answer me back. I leaned my head back into his shoulder; he dipped forward and sucked on my neck. My knees buckled, making me glad he had his arms around me to support me. But I hadn"t only planned on him playing with me. I"d waited a long time for
the one,
and having found him, I had to touch him and desperately needed to taste him.

I turned in his arms, letting our tongues tangle for a moment before pulling back and pressing my lips to the hollow at the base of his neck. I slid my hands up his sides to his pecs, then placed them palm flat, fingers spread, feeling his heat and even his heartbeat against them. His nipples were already puckered, and they tempted me to nibble. I leaned forward and bit one lightly.

Auric tightened his hands around my waist and I smiled. I licked him like he"d licked me. But something kept poking me, something hard and delicious.

I needed to explore. I let my lips slide down his torso. I heard Auric suck in a hard breath when I came even with his cock. I reached out a hand and stroked it lightly. It jerked in response. I looked up and saw Auric staring down at me, his eyes glazed with desire.

My lips curved into a wicked smile and I licked them. I touched him again, wrapping my hands tightly around him this time. He sighed and tilted his head back. Pleased at his response, I stroked his silky cock, back and forth. The thickness and length of it fascinated me. The head, swollen and blushing with color, tempted me. I stuck out my tongue and flicked it against his knob. Auric made a strangled cry and his hands tangled in my hair. Emboldened, I slid my lips over the soft skin of his cock head, taking him into my mouth. The fingers in my hair tightened, and this excited me. I slid him deeper into the warm recesses of my mouth. My hand grasped the base of his cock tightly so that all of him would be covered, because it just wouldn"t all fit in my mouth. The rest of his cock I fucked with my mouth. In and out. The slick length of his penis grazed my teeth and somehow he seemed to get bigger, making my mouth feel smaller. He gripped me tightly, helping me bob my head. I moaned, a sound that came out gargled because of the prick I sucked.

I discovered that giving him pleasure went two ways. It also made me wet and wild. With my free hand, I stroked myself, my fingers slippery with my juices and the water that still poured on me from the shower. Auric"s body went stiff and I wondered if he"d shoot into my mouth–I wanted to taste him. But instead of feeding me his essence, he pulled his cock away from my lips and said hoarsely, “Enough.”

He pulled me up from my kneeling position and, cupping my ass cheeks, lifted me and leaned me against the shower wall before impaling me with his thick hard shaft. I wrapped my legs around his waist, this new position thrilling me as it showcased how powerful Auric truly was.

He held me effortlessly and pumped me, his throbbing cock driving hard and deep.

I mewled in his arms, my pussy clenching tightly around him. Exquisite pleasure built inside me.

I squeezed him with my pelvic muscles and panted harshly as he penetrated me over and over.

With a bellow he came, his hard cock pulsing and squirting hotly inside me, a sensation which sent me over the edge. I screamed as I orgasmed in his arms. Together we collapsed in the bottom of the tub, me draped bonelessly over his lap. Even in our pleasure-weakened state, he still held me protectively, cradling me like the most precious of objects.

I reveled in the feeling that in a way made me feel closer to him than the actual sex. Cradling my naked, wet body, Auric stood up, his hard thigh muscles tensing. He rinsed me under the warm water, unwilling to let me go. He stepped out of the tub and wrapped the big fluffy towels that I indulged in around us before he carried me back to the bedroom.

We lay spooned in my bed, skin to skin, sated for the moment; but I felt far from tired.

“Tell me about Heaven?” I asked. I was curious about this paradise everyone aspired to and that he"d given up for me. Could it truly be as wonderful as everyone thought?

“Heaven,” he mused. “It"s like a sunny day that never ends.”

“Sounds pleasant,” I remarked.

“For a while. I discovered that without the rain and the cold and the myriad other things that are the usual part of life, it was hard to appreciate the same perfection, day after day. It"s like eating the exact same meal three times day for the rest of your life. You get tired of it.”

“It sounds dull.”

“It is. But that"s the way it is, and always has been. Heaven doesn"t like change,” he said bitterly.

I sensed a story here. “Why did you get kicked out of Heaven and the Legion of Light?” What I really wondered was, had he done something naughty?

Auric sighed in my arms. “It was stupid, really. I got tired of Heaven, of the stagnancy of life there. Of their placidness when it came to the misery and suffering of the world. I demanded to know why we sat by idly while evil, in the form of petty wars, drugs, and abuse prevailed on earth.”

“And their answer?”

“Not our problem. It was mankind"s duty to find the right path, and suffer if need be. Never mind that a child caught in a crossfire not of their making is maimed or killed. I was told to sit back, relax, enjoy Heaven and its endless sunshine.”

“But surely the Legion of Light does more than that? I"ve heard my father complain about them.”

“Oh, we"ve had minor skirmishes with your father"s demons and henchmen. But again, even there, the rules of engagement are strict. Demons are free to roam the earth causing mischief, we only get involved if they attack one of our own, or encroach upon the Kingdom of Heaven.”

“But that"s dumb,” I said, sitting up. “I mean, I"m not all that keen on the idea of the Army of Light chasing down my dad and his own army, but shouldn"t the Legion of Light be a little more proactive?”

“You would think. And that"s what I said, over and over again. I finally got tired of being ignored, so I tried to do something about it. I came to earth and tried to make a difference. I could only do so much. After all, one angel that can"t reveal its identity is no match for the evil that is perpetrated daily. But I tried, and I was called back to stand trial for my actions.”