Before the fall of Lucifer…
Laughter echoed throughout Eden. The children were playing in the stream, splashing each other enthusiastically. Phanuel couldn't help but giggle at their antics.
Taking care of the children who had passed over before their parents was her favourite responsibility. Children were so pure, so full of life and she loved them all very dearly.
A few of them spotted her and raced over to where she was standing. They grabbed her arms, one pushing at her back towards the water.
'No. Mercy'. She pleaded playfully as they entered the stream. The cool water covered her bare feet, the end of her white dress skimmed along the surface.
'Get Phanuel!' they all shouted at once, forming a circle around her.
An ambush.
She raised her arms in a feeble attempt to block the onslaught of water.
She had to admit if there was one thing she was envious about the humans it was their ability to have children. Although truth be told, she and Azrael had never had sexual intercourse. But as Death cannot give life, it seemed a pointless activity.
That was until a couple of days ago.
She had been wandering the Garden, with no destination in mind. When she came across a woman who was simply staring into space.
'Are you well, Zahara?'
Her question seemed to of snapped the woman out of her daydream.
'Yes, thank you. I was just thinking of my husband'. She smiled.
'I'm sure it won't be long till you're both reunited'.
'And what of your husband?' She asked, pointing to the ring on Phanuel's finger 'I wasn't aware angels were allowed to be married'.
'We're not technically married. At least, not in the human sense of the word'.
'It's peculiar, isn't it? The things you miss when you're not with the one you love. How they laugh, how they smile, the stupid way they eat with their mouth open'. She joked, making them both giggle. 'Not to mention holding their hand, kissing them, making love…'
'Making love?' Phanuel questioned.
'Yes…sex' she answered when Phanuel looked at her confused.
'Sex is for reproduction. Me and…my husband are unable to have children'.
'It's not just about procreation. The act is a physical display of the love we have for each other. To be exposed and vulnerable with the person you love most and know that they will keep you safe is a beautiful thing'.
Phanuel almost stared in wonder.
The humans had turned the simple act of breeding into an act of love.
This is why she found them so fascinating.
'So how exactly does it work?'
And now, days later, she couldn't stop imagining what it would be like to feel Azrael's weight on top of her, to feel him inside her. She wanted him to see her, to touch her and she wanted to do the same to him.
Every time she thought on these feelings an unfamiliar wetness pooled between her legs.
Was this desire?
Lust was a sin, especially for an angel, who were supposedly created to be above such trivial matters.
But she loved Azrael. He was her first love even before their Father and she knew he loved her the same.
Surely her Father couldn't consider desiring the one you love and the one who loves you a sin, could he?
She was so confused.
Should she act upon her feelings knowing that it might incur her Father's wrath?
Would Azrael want to make love to her?
Would he find her abhorrent for wanting such a thing?
She was pulled out of her dilemma by the very Archangel who was the cause of it.
Looking up she found him standing in the shadows of the tree line.
Her heart was hammering in her chest, she hoped he couldn't sense her nervousness as she walked towards him.
Holding out his palm, he presented to her a butterfly. It's sky-blue wings covered the whole width of his hand.
He would often do this. Bring back insects, birds, frogs and even small reptiles for her to place in the Garden.
'She's beautiful, Azrael. Thank you'. She smiled, gently allowing the butterfly to climb upon her own hand before choosing one of the many flowers to settle it on.
'Come with me, my love'. Placing his hand within her own.
She guided him to their little piece of Eden, reaching up to kiss him. He held her tightly against his strong chest, a sure sign that he had missed her.
She broke the kiss and without saying anything, before she lost her courage, she stepped back.
Slipping the shoulder straps of her dress down her arms and allowing the material to fall into a pool around her feet. Leaving her completely bare before him.
He didn't say anything, he didn't even look shocked about her sudden nakedness. Instead the closest thing she could think of was that his eyes looked hungry as they scanned over her body.
But instead of making her feel shy or self-conscious, it actually made her feel confident and dare she say powerful.
She moved towards him, softly guiding his hands to cup her breasts. She could hear how heavy his breathing had become, it made her feel wet and excited that only she had this affect on him.
His thumb skimmed over her nipple before he gave it an experimental pinch causing a moan to escape her lips.
However she was not prepared for what he did next.
He bent down to engulf her nipple within his mouth. The hot, wetness which surrounded her was like nothing she had experienced before as she entangled her fingers in his blonde hair, pulling him as close as she possibly could.
It was like he was setting her body on fire.
Her mind, body and soul ached for him.
And they had barely gotten started.
Her heart fluttered wildly when she felt his hand travel southwards, no one had ever touched her there, not even herself.
His fingers rub soft circles around her sensitive clit and all she can do in that moment is pant breathlessly.
She had no idea her body had been made to receive such pleasure. It was like pressure was building and building inside of her. She had no idea what that pressure would lead to, all she knew was she didn't want him to stop.
He eased his middle finger inside her whilst keeping his thumb on her clit. Her channel clenched around him as if trying to make sense of the new invasion.
It felt slightly uncomfortable at first but she soon got used to it as his actions became much more expeditious.
She arched her back and rolled her hips, her body seemed to instinctively know what to do, as it sought out more friction.
She was vaguely aware of Azrael kissing along her collarbone, up her neck to her ear.
'I love you' he rasps.
That's all it took to send her over the edge.
Her whole body shudders as she screams out in pleasure. Her muscles spasms uncontrollably as she gushes over his hand.
She has to hold onto him tightly as she slowly comes down from her high, she's pretty sure that Azrael is the only thing keeping her shaking legs from collapsing at this point.
He removes his hand from her, allowing her to catch her breath.
Once she had done so, she reached out for the noticeable bulge in his trousers.
'Stop' he said softly, taking her hand in his.
Had she done some wrong?
'You don't want me to?'
'I do. But I don't want you to feel as though you have to'.
'I know I don't have to, I want to. Let me?' She smiled.
He swallowed thickly, nodding his head slowly.
She palmed his hardness through his trousers. She squeezed her grip firmly causing him to groan.
'You're wearing too many clothes, my love'.
She had never seen him move so fast.
She giggled as she helped him remove his shirt, followed by his boots and pants.
Her eyes raked down his body.
He truly was beautiful.
Her eyes widened as they landed on his hardness. It was long, thick and pointing skywards. It's red with thick veins, it almost looks like it hurts.
But what really stood out, quite literally, was how big he was.
That was supposed to fit inside her?
She wasn't sure how long she had been staring, snapping herself out of her thoughts she wrapped her fingers around his hot, heavy length.
He hissed, closing his eyes.
'Did I hurt you?' She asked, quickly loosening her grip.
'No'. He whispered.
She began to stroke him in a smooth, fluid motion. Twisting her wrist so her palm twirled in circles around his girth. The more she heard him groan, the more her confidence grew.
She smiled proudly as a clear bead of liquid oozed out the head, wiping it with her thumb across the slit.
'I want you inside me'. She announced suddenly.
His eyes immediately snapped open.
He guided her to lie back in the soft grass, spreading her legs wide as he settled himself in between them. She brought his lips down to hers, kissing him passionately as she felt his length prod at her entrance.
He pushed in slowly.
She gripped his bicep.
Zahara had said it hurt the first time a woman gave herself to a man. Apparently the same was for angels also.
She had never experienced physical pain before and she could say with absolute certainty she was not a fan.
'Am I hurting you?' It was now his turn to ask.
She realised in that moment her grip on his bicep had tightened, so much so that her nails had started to pierce his skin.
'No, my love. You're just…big' she blushed 'please don't stop'.
'If you want me to cease at any time, tell me and I will'.
She nodded.
She loved him so much.
He continued pushing into her, the burning sensation increased as he stretched her to capacity. She feels like she's being ripped in half.
Until finally he bottoms out and he's fully sheathed inside her.
For a moment, he just stays still allowing her to get used to him.
'I'm going to move now'. He warned.
He begins with shallow thrusts. His low growls reverberated in her ears, it sent shivers down her spine.
She whimpered, it was starting to feel good. With each thrust she felt the pressure she had felt from his earlier administrations start to build up again as he kept brushing up against something she didn't even know existed inside her. Only something he could reach.
He picks up his pace. She raised her hips, meeting his hips as the sound of their skin slapping echoed in her ears.
She starts to shake, she was so close. She could feel herself tighten around him.
'Azrael' she breathlessly moaned 'don't stop…please, don't stop' she begged.
Her whole body shudders, she screams in pleasure as she falls over the edge. She feels him twitch inside her, spurts of warmth filling her.
She knew it was his seed and she allowed herself to imagine it taking root inside her, her belly swollen with his child. She knew it was an impossibility but she couldn't help herself.
He finally stilled deep inside her.
He collapsed on top of her but doesn't crush her, most of his weight being supported by his arms. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him close, both of them enjoying their post-orgasm bliss.
She smiled widely, tears brimming her eyes.
She could definitely understand why the humans called this making love, to entrust someone so completely not just with your body but your heart and soul.
He kissed her leisurely, almost like he was savouring the moment.
He pulled out of her, making her wince.
He looked down, his mouth agape.
'You should of told me I was hurting you' he said sadly.
Wondering what he was talked about, she peered down to see blood smeared over him and herself.
'It's okay, my love. It's normal for a woman to bleed the first time' she placed her hand on his chest, over his heart. 'It just means you've claimed me as your own'.
'As I am yours' covering her hand with his.
'You made me feel things I never thought possible, my love. Do it again'.
Present day…
He sat at the dining table at his home. Soon after Ichabod and his cronies arrived, he had left with Anastasia. He had no interest in the missing Horseman of War, no doubt he would turn up soon anyway. So he had guided Anastasia to climb on top of Daredevil and brought her back home.
He hadn't spoken to her in all that time. In truth, he didn't know what to say.
Moloch had confirmed everything she had told him.
He had been an Archangel, though he still scarcely believed it.
One thing he did believe wholeheartedly was that he loved her.
He had from the first moment he had seen her in his dreams. A deep connection that even his amnesia could not keep from him. He wished he had admitted it to himself sooner but he did now.
'My love?' she called out, pulling him out of his thoughts.
He turned to see her standing before him, in a simple white dress. It was almost see through, hugging her curves and did not leave much to the imagination.
She straddled his lap, his hands automatically came to rest on her hips.
His trousers were already becoming uncomfortably tight.
She seemed to notice as she began rocking, her core rubbing against his hardened length.
When had his angel become such a temptress.
Her nimble fingers coming to the buttons of his trousers, undoing with lightning speed. She scooted back to his knees, allowing his erection to spring free of its confinements.
He groaned, feeling her hand wrap around the base, giving him a few hard pumps.
She slid off his lap, to her knees. Guiding him into her warm, waiting mouth.
'Anastasia' he gasped, almost spilling into her mouth right there and then. He had to ball his fists tight, his fingernails digging into his skin to stop himself from doing so.
She kept on him, her mouth tight around his length, sliding down almost to the base and back to the tip, getting him harder and harder. He reached out to cup the back of her head, absentmindedly pulling her forward, not that she seemed to mind.
She moaned loudly, the vibration from it traveled down his hardened flesh as he tilted his head back.
If Heaven really did exist, she was it. She was his own personal piece of Heaven and he would never give her up.
Not for anyone or anything.
Not for Moloch, not for the witnesses nor even for God himself.
She ran her tongue on the underside of his shaft following the path of the thick protruding vein to the tip, licking the drop of seed that had gathered there.
He was starting to throb, he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He wanted his first release to be inside her.
He guided her away from his erection, she looked at him with a questioning expression but settled back in his lap.
He brought her left palm to his lips, where the white scar caused by Moloch was now fully healed. His kissed her like she was the most treasured thing on Earth.
He made a silent promise that he would never fail her again.
He moved to help her out of her dress, throwing it down on the floor. He was not surprised at all at the fact she wasn't wearing any undergarments.
He sat back as far as he could, his eyes scanning over her body.
'You're so beautiful' he whispered in awe.
She cupped his face, crashing her lips to his. He pulled her hips forward, her hot, wet core rubbed against his length.
This woman was driving him crazy.
He ran his hands over the smooth skin up her back. Until he came across something that seemed out of place. Two scarred lines that covered the length of her shoulder blades.
They both pulled back at the same time.
She looked slightly panicked.
'What are these?' he asked. Tracing the two raised scars that felt similar to the one on her hand.
'There where my wings use to be'. She said hesitantly. 'My punishment for leaving Eden after you died'.
His rage boiled to the surface. Someone had dared to hurt her.
'Don't'.
'Don't what?'
'Don't be angry. It happened a long time ago and we're together now, there's nothing to be angry about'.
'Nothing to be angry about? They took your wings'.
'And I would of gladly given them up a thousand times over, if this was the end result'. He was about to argue back, when she rested her forehead on his 'I'm here and I'm okay'. She spoke softly.
She placed his hands back on her hips.
'Please, Azrael. Make love to me'.
His anger faded. She was his main priority and he could not deny her nothing. If she commanded him to fall on his own blade, he would of done so.
He held her under her thighs and stood from the chair. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her to the bed, laying her down gently.
Abraham removed his uniform with haste before joining her on the bed.
'Seems we both carry scars of our past' she said, stroking a mark on his abdomen.
'It's a birthmark'. He said not paying much heed.
She shook her head, sitting up. 'No, my love. It's where you were stabbed. Believe me, I remember it well'. She said sadly.
He hooked his fingers underneath her chin, making her eyes meet his.
'I'm here and I'm okay'.
She huffed a laugh. 'You're using my own words against me now?' She smiled.
'Did it work?' He asked, a smug grin on his face.
'Yes'.
She laid back, bringing him down with her.
He starts grinding his hips into hers and she whimpers. He can feel how wet she still is for him as his length slides through her folds.
'Please, my love. Make us whole again'. She pleaded.
He didn't need to be asked twice as he ever so slowly he entered her, groaning at the feeling of how tight she is around him. She's panting underneath him and soon he's sheathed all the way inside.
He sets a slow pace, he wasn't going to last long and he wanted her to find her release before he did his.
'Harder, Azrael'.
And with that simple request the last of his restraints dissolve.
The headboard of the bed began slamming against the wall with the force he was using to pound her into the mattress.
Her fingernails digging into the muscles of his back, loud moans escape her lips. Her body accommodating him perfectly as her hips rise up to meet his thrusts.
'I love you. I love you so much, Azrael' she professed between moans. Her legs wrapped around him, angling his thrusts deeper.
He felt her flutter around him.
He smiled, he knew she was close. He felt a tingle at the base of his spine, his own release building up inside him.
He reached down between them, his fingers firmly stroking through her wet folds.
Her tight muscles start to convulse around him, milking him for his seed. Which his body was all too happy to oblige as he spilt himself inside her, burying himself to the hilt.
He lowered his head 'I love you' he confessed in her ear.
He looked down at her, concern growing on his face when he noticed tears in her eyes.
'Are you okay? Did I hurt you?'
She shook her head, smiling. 'No, my love. You were perfect. Do it again'.