Nephilim

Summary: She was the last of the pure Angels in Heaven. Her voice called out to the souls of all, her laughter brought peace to even the darkest of souls. She was born of light, and was loved and protected by all the Angels of Heaven... But some plot to kill her but instead of killing her, they somehow managed to drop her on Earth, making her A Fallen instead and to make matters worst she falls into the Territory of a Demon...The Demon... The Demon Lord Himself. Who takes interest in this pure little Angel thrown into 18th century Earth.

Chapter 18: Mystery behind XX and XY

"Those infuriating angel...why can't we just kill them?" Malachite's angrily spewed sitting across from me.

Both of us were steaming hot with anger; all because of angels.

"How low have we gone my dear friend?" And while I did sympathize with Malachite's sudden influx of confusion and emotional overflow, I had bigger fish to fry.

He had to deal with unknown emotions, I was about to loose...

"just play nice with her and she'll eventually come along. Now as for the little signs you have seen...I believe He is about to arrive for her. I need you to...prepare the army for His arrival." I stared at the remains of a young Nephilim child, one who had arrived only a few decades before Serenity herself and the anger in me boiled into deep unending rage. The bastard, he had no respect at all for life.

"Sire... We cannot afford a rumble with Gabriel at the moment, there is far too much preparations left to be made. Most of them are too green to fully survive a fight with angels. And the remaining members are too full of themselves. You will have to take care of Gabriel on your own, I will be of no service...to you or anyone else for that matter." The grumpy look on my general's face had me smiling with clear amusement despite the threat hanging down our necks. Malachite looked rather...like a sorry sight. And for good reason. Malachite was a man of hight appetites, very unsatisfiable; he's known for having his women until they cannot even breath at the end of their lovemaking and the fact that he cannot make love anymore...on account of what Mina did only makes this so much harder for him.

And just when the mating season comes around. He would be in heat for the next two weeks and with no one to satisfy him. I almost felt sorry for him.

"Are you certain I cannot kill her?" I shook my head, already feeling the menace rising from him at the idea of killing that angel.

"You cannot. If you use your powers to cause her harm, she and her own Elementals will use their powers on us and the last thing any of us need is a conflict with them. They are as ruthless as we are. And I must admit, the Elementals are a rare kind, I really like them." I saw the color of his eye turn pure white for an instant before returning to their original silver color.

"If I cannot kill her with my powers. And that would include my bare hands and physical weapons as well. What am I to do?" I shrugged, taking my papers and begining to course through them trying to get everything in order.

"Too bad you cannot kill her with passion!" The moment the words left my mouth I regretted having said them in the first place, because the devious gleam that shined in Malachite's eyes had me feeling afraid for Mina. The man was a breath short of being a sex maniac.

"Yes. Too bad..." could almost hear him laughing and I was grateful when he walked out with that smile still on his face.

As Malachite was walking out, Catherine strolled in, slightly moving aside to avoid bumping into Malachite, whose mind was a one track rollercoaster at the moment.

She closed the doors behind her and locked it. Then without waisint any time at all, commensed with removing her cloths.

"That is a rather special outfit you have there." She was wearing nothing but a piece of string that formed a rather wonderful line into her tights.

"All the more to please you with master." She bent strolled towards me, pushing my seat away from the desk.

She straddled me, her hands resting behind my neck, and her mouth trailing kisses on my face. She leaned in closer to and captured my lips in a passionate kiss that left her breathless at the end of the kiss.

I pulled away to look at her. The Heat. She was in heat and I would be committing a crime to turn her away. And after she went through the trouble of dressing up so erotically for me.

I pulled her hair backwards to get it out of the way. And placed my hand on her breasts and began to knea them into a frenzy. Her moaning became an almost outright cry for more. And I could only oblige her.

When my hands touched her soft delicate womanhood, she shuddered.

"Oh yeah!" she began to move her hips around, and her mouth rained down on mine. And I could taste the fresh blood she had just consumed, it was bitter, the blood of men, evil, cruel men. It was just the right taste right now.

I stuck two fingers in her and watched as she rode them into a pang of estacy and pure bliss.

When she came, her hands dug into my back and crapped the flesh away. I felt my blood trail down my back and so did Catherine, her hands wiped at the blood and she brought it to her mouth and licked it clean.

"Now its your turn to feel good." She went down on her feet and opened my trousers. I was aroused, and she was so good with her mouth.

She threw a tentative smile my way as her hands found my erected cock and began to squeeze.

She took me in her mouth and began to drag at my penis like a child on its mother's breasts. I sat and looked at her as she fondled me. Her chocholate hair falling down her back in a beautiful cascade of curls. Such a beautiful woman, and if I was not infatuated with a blond haired succubest at the moment I would have relished in her wonderful lovemaking skills, but all of her fondling was only vexing me, I was nowhere near a release, no matter how long she keeps up with her little tricks I would not come.

With a sigh I lifted her off her feet and turned her towards the desk she leaned over the desk, throwing my papers to the ground. I held her buttocks and surged forward, entering her.

"Yes...oh...yes...yes...yes..." This was going to be a long day, Catherine was only the first of many women who would be looking for a release, and considering the state of erection I would be in for the next week or so, I would be unwilling to turn them away.

This was going to be a rather stressful day.

Only Serena would be able to releave me, and I really doubt she would do so. The girl is still disillusioned about heaven and the Angels that call it home and I cannot bring myself to shatter that fanciful dream of hers, but neither can I wait until she is ready to realize that she is mine.

The thought bearly left my mind, and Serena came bursting throught the doors of my office. It was locked, but that did not stop her, she walked right through the door. And considering she had my blood coursing through her veins now, none of my spells could stop her from entering.

And ultimately save her from the sight before her.

Catherine bent over the table her hands digging into the wood, her out cry as she came a second time, and me holding her down as I rammed my cock into her.

The look on Serena's face ran somewhere between pain and nothingness. She barely spared me a look before turning around and walking through the door again.

"Fuck!" I mumbled.

"Oh year!" Catherine replied her body limb on the table.